Beyoncé - 4
We swear this isn't an ironic listening. We love Beyoncé and 4. OK, we might unironically skip straight to track 5, 'Party', produced by Kanye West and with rap by Andre3000, because we ain't no stay-home-mums that need all those ballads about being broken hearted and finding the right person. But, after that, the album turns into a beautiful compilation of classic r'n'b, soul and a bit of sweat-inducing booty tracks - not too many though - that sound surprisingly courageous considering the actual state of pop music. And for that, we bow down and hail Queen B. P.S. Get the deluxe version, for those extra couple of amazing tracks.
The name of this label has been interpreted in many ways; from 'bass-seekey' to 'base-ike', but the correct way describes exactly what this label is about: BASIC. Bassike delivers easily breezily cut staples with an interesting little twist that keeps them from being your run of the mill. For those that live in climates like that of Australia (where Bassike hails from) or Brazil, you'll know how easy it is to make fashion faux pas when the weather gets hot and the prospect of wearing anything but a bathing suit becomes slightly unappealing; Bassike is all and everything you need.
Game of Thrones
Before watching HBO's Game of Thrones, I assumed the series would tend a bit more towards the blood-dripping Danish movie Valhalla Rising rather than fairy-tale stories a lá 'Lord of the Rings'; and for that I didn't really like the series at the beginning. But slowly, I found myself submitting to tales of bad kings, midget juggernauts, savage warriors and... dragons. And that happened probably because there aren't exactly good guys and bad guys here, like there are in Tolkien stories - and that is, of course, a simplification of his work. Another reason I relented to this series is because of the intriguing political backstage element that leads to the ever-happening dance of thrones. Oh, and did I mention the gratuitous nekkid-ness?
The Norfolk // Sydney, Australia
Of the slew of new spots having opened up in Sydney in the last six months, The Norfolk on Cleveland St in Surry Hills has been one fated with success. Owned by some of the same kids that have brought The Flinders back to life (and currently, it's incredibly quick onset of 'The Norms'), you'll undoubtedly find The Norfolk rammed with all kinds, vying for a bite, a beer and a spot in the garden out back. The aim of the game is to cultivate Aussie pub culture at it's best; and it's doing a pretty decent job so far - if only you could get a table!
Super Sad True Love Story
Super Sad True Love Story is the third book from the writer of the best selling Absurdistan, Gary Shteyngart. Incidentally, I read him name dropped in Flavorpill's Ultimate Hipster Reading list and in the same sentence as James Franco (they're buds, apaprently) just before I finished his latest offering. Don't let any of that put you off, or take away any of the sad scary brilliance of Super Sad True Love Story; written from the perspective of one 39 year old Lenny Abramov, son of Russian immigrants and in love with the impossibly cute and cruel Eunice Park. A satire that cuts to the bone, Super Sad True Love Story is exactly it's title. And it's good.
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NEW Jeremy Scott for Adidas



Speaking of Jeremy Scott and 2NE1, here's a geeze at some of Jeremy Scott's FW for Adidas 2011/12. I don't really buy into the Jeremy Scott hype, and I think a chunk of his stuff sucks, but I must admit that sometimes, he gets it pretty damn right. Somehow, with their over the top, fun and downright ridiculous (and yes, often ugly) designs, between him and Adidas, they've grown a cult of superfans who'll buy that shit out the second it hits the shelves.


So, if any of you are superfans or just supercurious and happen to live in Sydney, the latest collection is launching next Wednesday the 3rd of August at The Atrium. You can get your hot little hands on the shit before the rabble have access to it the next day instore. Check the invite below and RSVP if you're down.




Here's a cool little behind-the-scenes film of the shoot for the lookbook, featuring some impractical, impossible and impressive pieces from the collection.


Jeremy Scott | Adidas Fall Winter 11/12 BTS



Check out some more of the collection below:




I dig this two piece track set, even though it would make you look like a little boy about to hop into your racing car shaped bed. GIMME.




These kicks are for Pebbles, references his SS 2010 Flintstones themed collection. Bone up.




Another take on that teddy fetish:




I'ma post the next two looks just because I think they are beyond fugly. But just like the dude in the film says, it doesn't mean that I don't respect. Or that I would say no if I someone gave me pieces. Except maybe to the stuff below:







Check the gallery below for some more of the lookbook, and Sydneysiders, don't forget to RSVP. Methinks there will be free drinks.



Adidas in the Houuuse!
P-A-R-T-Y in Sao Paulo

Photograph by The Cobrasnake

Well, in the mansion, actually. And what a mansion it was. Somehow, they managed to fit a whole freakin' skate park in there overlooking a 25metre length pool filled with blue and white balloons. You've all seen the ads featuring that flawless choice of soundtrack (Pilooski's edit of Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons 'Beggin', which now, indelibly marked by Adidas, can never again be played at a party for fear of coming across like the DJ is trying too hard. And yes, they did drop this song at the party. But in that context, it really did make you feel like you were living the Adidas dream), with the insane guestlist, where everyone's oh-so-cool and going oh-so-crazy and having an oh-so-amazing time.


Seriously. A Skatepark. Inside the house. Overlooking the pool.

Photograph by The Cobrasnake


And actually, that's kinda how it was. They set the wow factor up real high on this one. Seriously, the mansion was beyond ridonkulous, with a maze of rooms and a veritable smorgasboard of well, stuff to do inside them all. Though navigating around was a potential hazard; party people having to skirt the pool, just waiting for someone to tipple into it - which someone did, of course.


Pool Partay.

Photograph by Marcelo Elídio


The place was rammed with hotties, the music was pumping, the booze flowing free - Drunky Town was pretty well populated that night.


Word, it's Paserock

Photograph by the Cobrasnake


Paserock was bumping around waiting to play, and The Cobrasnake was walking around in his leopard print Adidas shell suit was getting his spray paint on in the skate park. The various rooms were hosting different local acts, including Alex Trusty and some Bboys, Dubstrong, Gil Barbara, De Polainas and Guab. I caught a bit of Sao Paulo band, Holger, playing in the upstairs living room, who impressed me with their verve and tight knit tunes. 


Holger in the house

Photograph by The Cobrasnake


Amongst all of these shenanigans, I managed to nab Mark the Cobrasnake for a quick interview at one point in the night. I'd forgotten my voice recorder, and one way or another discovered in a very short time that my phone had recording capabilities, pressed the button for record and prayed for it to work...and it did, kinda.


The Adidas Snake

Photograph by The Cobrasnake


Do you really think you're still relevant right now?

I'm so passé, like, I'm surprised people even wanna talk to me anymore.


Why's that?

Everyone's so cool.


*Attempting* an interview

Photograph by Marcelo Elídio


I do recall though, that he said that Brazil knows how to party, that he thinks it's really first world rather than third and name dropped Oscar Freire; that him and Corey are still good friends, that he is actually almost forty years old - kidding he's nearly 24 y'all, that all the cute boys were gay and that every night is the best party ever. And pretty damn good it was. 


To those of you who went/wish you went/wish everyone would shut up about it/don't care either way - here's Beggin' for you because it really is a bangin' choon.


And you know what...IT REALLY WAS A BANGIN' PARTY!! Thanks Adidas!! 


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Adidas Passion


I got a mysterious invitation in the afternoon from He Who Must Not Be Named to go to the Place That Cannot Be Named, saying that the evening was on him. Turns out that Adidas was throwing a party to celebrate the release of Jeremy Scott, Alyasha and Kazuki's line; and to exhibit five photographs of the collection as interpreted by Chiara Gadaleta, Ana Strumpf, Dudu Bertholini, David Pollack and Lara Gerin.

On arrival near midnight, the party was jumping, and the (open) bar pumping out all kinds of concoctions. Poison of choice: Passionfruit Mojitos. The booze flowed as easily as it ever does when people are lined up 3 deep at the bar waiting for their free drinks; but the dancefloor in front of the photographs was just as packed as party-goers spun around and lip-synched to hit after hit from Kylie, Beyonce, Britney and Madonna, as well as a few well chosen classic dance hits from the 90s. The collection itself was exhibited upstairs.




Recipe for Passion Fruit Mojitos after the jump!

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