Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
My Favourite Things
The sixties. Vintage suitcase. Rollerblading. Packing for a trip. Tom Ford. Smoker's finger. Boots' rosehip body butter. Sofia Coppola. Dancing at two in the morning. Pride and Prejudice. Smell of old photographs. The Nanny. Toiletries. Chuck Palahniuk. Soft linen. My gray cardigan. Proper table manners. Pull and Bear's polka dot sneakers. Virginia's mushroom sandwich. Topshop. Merry-go-round. Sunday cartoons. Sound of the washing machine. Marie Antoinette. Cold wooden flooring. British accent. Burned match. Mark Haddon. Photoshopping on a sunday. Aeroplane food. Chartreuse. Wooden window sill. Malacca. Dandelions. Washing my hair in the sink. Miniature.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
A Single Man
I know its very obsolete of me to be saying this, but i actually just finished 'a single man' by tom ford, after a long while of it being release into the theatre. And i lurve it. Absolutely lurve it!
You see, i've always been a loyal audience to colin firth ever since he came out of the lake all soaking wet in pride and prejudice, but the last hour or so spent watching the movie was everything i ever needed to fall back in love with him again. Gawd. I don't think people are engineered in that fine manner anymore. If only i was in england, with a couple more years on my shoulder, blonde and with legs up to the neck, i would snatch him in a heartbeat.
But alas, i'm am not and will never be that bitch. Haha. And i'm also not here to tell you about the story of 'a single man', for you need to see it yourself to truly admire the beauty of it. Besides, i believe there's far too many reviews done on it that simply might have ruined the magic tom ford has installed for us. I wouldn't want to add salt to the wound. I'm merely here to remind you to ogle at that fine specimen of the man himself, colin firth, in his finest moment.
You see, i've always been a loyal audience to colin firth ever since he came out of the lake all soaking wet in pride and prejudice, but the last hour or so spent watching the movie was everything i ever needed to fall back in love with him again. Gawd. I don't think people are engineered in that fine manner anymore. If only i was in england, with a couple more years on my shoulder, blonde and with legs up to the neck, i would snatch him in a heartbeat.
But alas, i'm am not and will never be that bitch. Haha. And i'm also not here to tell you about the story of 'a single man', for you need to see it yourself to truly admire the beauty of it. Besides, i believe there's far too many reviews done on it that simply might have ruined the magic tom ford has installed for us. I wouldn't want to add salt to the wound. I'm merely here to remind you to ogle at that fine specimen of the man himself, colin firth, in his finest moment.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Boner Alert!
This is what i've gathered from this rather peculiar set of fashion spread a friend of mine, leia, shown me a couple of months back. The photographer is either nekkid at the time of event, or simply these are all very good looking monks that has lead solitary lives, abstaining from any form of sexual contact for a remarkably long period of time. Cause clearly, they look like they're in pain and seek some sort of release from their sorrows. Somebody please help them. I'm developing a hernia just looking at it.
These were grab from the net sometime ago, thus i'm not able to give reference to where i've gotten hold of them. I promise though i'll do better in the future, for i'll most certainly give credit where credit is due. Scout honour dictates so. And you know me and my fondness for those damn scout boys :P
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