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.
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?
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 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.
Tuesday // September 29, 2009 at 10:28 // filed under Music // Fashion
Too Young To Love (but not to drink on the bus)
photograph by yours truly
Somehow, by a weird twist of fate and some small degrees of separation, I found three of the foursome that is Too Young To Love camped out in the living room last week. As pictured above, left to right are Andrea, Luca and Yari (minus one member, Stefano, who couldn't make the London Fashion Week gig), on the bus in London (I introduced them to premixed double G&T's) as they were playing the Komakino runway show at Vauxhall Fashion Scout.
The boys and I dropped in on the husband and wife duo that is Komakino, Fe and Jin at their Shoreditch studio the night before the event and all seemed calm, despite the many last minute things to do. Joy Division aficionados, yes, Komakino is the title of a JD track. In other words though, it's also a German word meaning 'Cinema of Shadows', which is totally suited to the label, as their collections have always been made up mostly of my perpetual favourite non-colour; black. Check some runway pics of the very black, rather dark and utterly wearable collection below and cop the special mix Too Young To Love did for the event.
Yes yes, so last Friday, GHOST played host to Jean Charles de Castelbajac in launching his diffusion line, JCDC, this season entitled 'Punkahontas and the Ducks'. We told you about this when we broke the news that JCDC were holding a model casting for the new line.
Off the official schedule for London Fashion Week, the JCDC show was one of the super hot tickets. Doors were open at 9, and there was an epic queue outside at least half an hour before. Ja'Maie had tipped me off that the guest list was seriously oversubscribed, with only a 500 capacity venue and like, billions of people on the list. Moral of the story: get there EARLY.
Luckily for me, Designer Drugs were in town and had gotten there before I rolled up. I jumped in the queue with them, yelled above the throng of people (pretending they were too cool to throng) something about the list, my name and Designer Drugs at the door, to which the bouncers and PR all gave me total WTF face until it clicked that I wasn't shouting about law evading substances.
The catwalk that wound around the venue and the seating that lined it, resulted in a less than 500 capacity (I swear), cause so many people weren't able to come in - a lot of pissed off kids were left outside. But at the afterparty though, I did spot Yvan the Facehunter, Susie Style Bubble for Dazed and more interestingly, super sports fan and huuuge patron of the arts and fashionJames Goldstein. Admittedly, I had no idea who he was. I simply noticed him rocking a black snakeskin cowboy hat and silver jeans. Michael Designer Drugs mentioned that he had read an article about him on the plane and told me that I should ask him if he likes basketball. So our conversation went like this:
Do you follow basketball?
Jim: Yeah, I do! Do you?
No, but I follow you following basketball. Can I have a photograph with you?
Shameless (me that is)
photo by Liz
AAAnyhoo, the show was great, massive kudos to Anthony Stephinson who put the whole shindig on. The Regulators played a fitting soundtrack too. I'm really not a Peaches Geldoff fan much, but she closed the show, and had the honour of accompanying Monsieur in his final walk through.
JCDC launch London Fashion Week
The super Morgan O'Donovan was snapping shots backstage, so here's some of the awesome pics he kindly sent over:
Monsieur and his models
Peachy Peachy Poo tryna give us some couture poseur
Monday // September 14, 2009 at 13:10 // filed under Music // Fashion
Charlie Le Mindu
With New York Fashion Week in full swing (we'll do a wrap up of our fave shows after it's done and dusted), we're down to the final days in the countdown to London's anniversary edition.
Yes yes, it's been six months already since the last one and Charlie Le Mindu is gearing up once more to present his sophomore collection. This year's collection is based on the concept of Birds of Paradise, and it's going to be called 'Girls of Paradise'.
In the studio/salon
French electronic thrash duo Kap Bambino (click the link for the interview and last season's catwalk mix for Charlie Le Mindu) are in charge of the soundtrack once more and I'll be backstage yelling at the models again - and I'm telling you, the collection is shaping up to be even more jaw dropping than last season's show. Definitely one to watch!!! Stay tuned for exclusive backstage pics of the show as well as runway shots...
Wednesday // June 24, 2009 at 20:18 // filed under Fashion
Front row pap frenzy for a soap star at SPFW
(crappy) photography by Christel Escosa
So another Fashion Week over in another city. It feels an age ago since we said hello last week, but SPFW you treated me well, with your mini-burgers, gourmet pizza and little h'ordeuvres. You goodie bagged me, after-partied me, coffeed me up and champagned me into a supernova. And of course last but not least, you fashioned me up, Brazilian style. All in all a great week.
(Kinda irrelevant I know but I couldn't resist) Ebony and ivory, together in perfect harmony. I LOVE IT.
Here's a quick snippet of good friend Gustavo Onassis (who participated in Casa de Criadores this season just gone) one of the exhibition rooms showcasing some archive pieces from a few French designers.
IM//UR at SPFW
Big kisses to all the fabulous PRESS PASS girls, they are an oasis of cool, calm and clarity, even when you're caught in the midst of a throng of the fashion rabble clamouring against security and photographers and organisers.
We all complain much the way through it, but it's a fabulous circus, innit!
Amazonian born and raised designer André Lima is the epitome of fashion, queridos. His show was the closer for the whole of Sao Paulo Fashion Week and there's a reason why they left him til last - and he didn't disappoint.
His designs are notorious for being difficult to wear, and only for a certain kind of woman - generally meaning super slim, super tall, and super modelesque. His clothes are ideal on a woman who likes her body, isn’t afraid to use it and is comfortable with herself. Unlike a lot of designers who design only for a certain kind of body type, André seems to design for a certain kind of mind set - FIERCE being the operative word.
The girrrrls backstage
Of his designs, André told me once that, "People buy into the fantasy of fashion – of creating an image. Of putting a garment on and being transformed into something else entirely.” In his SS 09-10 he transformed his models into colourful exotic leggy birds, strutting around like uber peacocks with a far more kaleidoscopic range of colours to a banging soundtrack, including more than just the opening sample of The Golden Filter's sexily breathy 'Solid Gold' that had been haunting SPFW (and Casa de Criadores prior to that) all week.
And amongst this, André didn't neglect my favourite - dizzying graphic black and white prints, by themselves and crammed in amongst the riot of colour that he used for much of the collection.
I don't normally wear trousers (no Lady Gaga comments, please) but if I did...
With his usual total lack of regard for economy, André Lima spared no expense in the yards and yards of fabric he uses to create the long trains fanning out behind the short geometrically edged dresses, nor did he skimp on the floral-like plumes bursting from various shoulders, lower backs and hips.
And for the less colourfully inclined, there was a deceptively more subdued run of black numbers, but they were no less sexy or flamboyant than the printed ones; so to spell out the collection in a word, like Fergie says, was just plain old G-L-A-M. O. R. O-U-S yeah.
Here we go, Herchcovitch Menswear. Last time I attended this show, I complained about Herchcovitch print bandaids being given out in the goodie bags. But everyone else seemed to love them; I just gave mine away - perhaps I should have flogged them off on Ebay instead.
Anyway, this season, there was a slick badboy feel to the collection. Glossy black and navy satin check suits; embellished and woven baseball style breastplates (which also reminded me of bulletproof vests) - it felt like a cross between some kind of slick cocktail hour baseball mafia and a taller, much more slender and far hotter version of Batman's the Penguin.
Heyyy Batter Batter / Batman
With cropped double breasted coats, tux pants, and suit shorts (Marc Jacobs and Alexander Wang are catching), sleeveless trenches, bibs, bow ties on collarless shirts, and literally, one piece jump suits, Herchcovitch presented a collection that was perfect to do all kinds of crime in.
Styled and accessorised with tight little baseball caps at a thoroughly jaunty angle, umbrellas and organically zig zagging canes, it was decidedly debonair collection with a cigar in it's (metaphorical( mouth, a twinkle in it's eye, and a charmingly crooked smile. Loved it.
Neon is definitely another name you need to know (and if you don't already - it's stocked at my faves Surface to Air and Opening Ceremony). The baby of designers Dudu Bertholini, Rita Comparato and Caca Ribeiro, Neon is the epitome of modern Brazilian urbanity crossed with their tropicalian roots. This season's 70s influence is very evident; though some of the later prints reminded me a little too much of a something on a kitschy Bakelite dinner set, it was a cool show nonetheless.
The collection had fabulous colour combinations, just enough dramatic sleeve and swish to pose with, as well as some body con little block colour sleeveless dresses to insinuate around a poolside bar or, if you're feeling a little attention seeking, simply down the street to buy some bread and milk in (I would). With a kind of playful, diva-esque insouciance, Neon is a reliable delight.
Donna, That 70s show, datchu?
Designer Dudu Bertholini is a regular on the Sao Paulo club scene, famous for his flowing hair and garments as well as his poses - we love that the models hit their poses exactly like he does...BAM! Smile with your eyes! Or as is the case with the model in the number up the top - with your bum cheeks.