Official trailer for The Road. (via trailers).
I agree this trailer pretty much sucks, but I have to say I love that an apocalypse movie comes out on my birthday. Not only do I get 2012 in my birth month, I get this fantasy on the actual day. Can’t wait.
From Coute Que Coute:
Pamela Reed and Matther Rader.
I love the Ghostbusters-esque trap on the right side + the combat boot/cape/lame legging combination, like a lonely superhero about to be captured.
From Lost at A Minor:
Francesco Giusti lives and works in Rome. Of this photo series, he says, ‘In Congo-Brazzaville, SAPE is an old passion that has never stopped, not even during war years. At the arrival of the French in Congo, the myth of elegance was born among young people working for the settlers. In 1922, Andre Grenard Matsoua, well-known for his resistance to the settlers, was the first Congolese to come back from Paris dressed like a true French “Monsieur”, and greatly admired by all his fellow citizens. Today’s members of the SAPE consider themselves as artists and are respected and admired by the whole community’.
I am thinking of getting the swine flu vaccine. I know it’s a controversial issue, but it’s free and I need to pick up a new Ambien scrip anyway.
Also, I just like getting stuck with sharp objects.
From Shannon’s tip, PSFK and NYTimes, shades of Baader Meinhof:
Earlier this month, a mysterious group of fashion fundamentalists dressed up as shabby facsimiles of Anna Wintour released a four-part series of YouTube videos of themselves kidnapping and terrorizing Back. (The gang is in fact the Swedish advertising firm We Are Group, which represents Back.) A statement issued at the end of each segment declared that the designer would be held hostage until she stops committing her crimes against fashion, evidence of which would be on exhibit for four months in a temporary 2,800-square-foot “hostage store” in the fashionable Sturegallerian mall — just a Molotov cocktail’s throw away from the site of the original Stockholm Syndrome hostage drama.
In 21 days I will never have another one of these terrible/wonderful things.
Not late at night, not drunk, not sneakily in another hemisphere.
via dropular.net
Lottery, why haven’t I won you?
I’d waste a paltry 7 mil on this in a heartbeat.
Givenchy couture in V mag.
I love you Riccardo Tisci.
VonKottwitz Spring 2010 in the works. Pearls, surgery, thread, coral, hardware. Wounds and Cathy De Monchaux.
I think i’m getting excited, could it be?
Another Bultaco, though I think mine will have to be primer black.
It will be all about the tiny Spanish Bultaco come spring. Though apparently I will have to find my social security card first, in order to exchange for a NYS license, in order to take the defensive driving course, in order to pass the Motorcycle test, in order to ride and buy this beauty. Worth it.
Thanks to The New Southern.
From The Selby, Christopher Nemeth’s studio in Japan.
Does this mean facists or fashionists?
I vote for both.
Also by Chromoly, the Bourgeois Brass Knuckles:
The Bourgeois Brass Knuckles are a cross between two iconic objects whose cultural and socio-economic associations lie at opposite ends of the spectrum from one another. Originally designed by Jonathan Sabine, the BBK is being produced in a numbered limited edition run of 50 by the Chromoly studio. Each chrome plated Bourgeois Brass Knuckle comes in a laser etched handmade walnut box.
From design site Chormoly:
Ninja Tacks are thumbtacks designed to give the illusion that throwing stars are embedded in a surface. This product is an informal
re-imagining of an often overlooked essential office tool.
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When I was about 10 years old my dad, in his ongoing blindness to the fact that I am a girl, fashioned me a razor sharp metal throwing star on his table saw. Over the next few weeks he showed me how to use it, adding to my arsenal of the bow and a Little John-esque staff.
And I wonder why no boys kissed me till I was 15.
Numero #108 by Greg Kadel.
