Showing posts with label insanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insanity. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Paper Lust


Apartmento. Deliriously good interiors. You can buy it here


Girls on film. You can find it online here.


The Gentlewoman. Depending on where you live, you can buy it here or here and order back issues here.


I Love the design of Bad day magazine. All the info you need can be found right here.


Afterzine. Modestly priced, relatively new and an amazing line up of contributors. You can buy it here.

Atomica magazine. All online. All good.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

Not to be weird or anything






I'm not actively seeking it out, but a lot of the movies I've been watching have involved remorseless killers with bad ass style, a nomadic lifestyle and recklessness beyond my imagination. My deepest darkest confession would have to be that I find Javier Bardem smoking hot with a bowl cut in No Country for Old Men. I can't really justify that statement, but I stand by it all the same.


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Knope!



Any overwhelming moments of 'holy crap I'm in Japan and everything is so intense' can quickly be diffused by an episode of Parks and Recreation. I love leading lady Leslie Knope. I wish she was my friend. Her neurotic sunny disposition is both charming and irksome (no easy feat.) On any given day she falls into giant dirt pits, gets drunk and pashes the water cooler delivery guy, does accent impersonations or renditions of 'poker face' or mistakes marijuana for carrot tops. She is a.m.a.z.i.n.g
Let Knope in your life.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Grey gardens




If my fate was to be a posh batty old lady socialite with eccentric style, no hair and a dazzling array of headscarves I wouldn't be too alarmed. Then again, if I had to spend this time living in a dilapidated mansion in the Hamptons with raccoons, fleas, trash and my equally crazy mother, I may reconsider the offer.

Grey Gardens is the 1975 documentary following mother and daughter Edith Beale (big Edie and little Edie). Once beautiful American socialites, the cousin and Aunt of Jackie Onassis,  and all around privileged woman, big Edie's divorce saw the duo slowly spiral into ruins clinging to their once majestic mansion, their grand memories and what could have been. Simultaneously hilarious and sad it shows one of the oddest and intimate relationships I have ever seen on film.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Twilight zone




Japanese psychiatric art from the 60's and 70's is slightly loopy and unsettling. They're all a bit twilight zone. Born of rather imaginative brainstorming or perhaps an acid flashback it doesn't get much better/weirder. You can check out the catalogue of advertising dating all the way back from the 50's here. It seems, as time went by the advertising got worse, not better.
Whoever said crazy was a bad thing?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Red room, red room




I had my wisdoms out this morning and the pain relief is making me feel a bit dotty. I figure, when in this mood there is only thing I want to watch. Twin Peaks, the most odd ball, brilliant and slightly disturbing television series ever made. Like a fantastical nightmare Twin Peaks has it all: murder, mystery, music, humour and dazzling fashion.  
Above is a picture of my friend Chris who dressed up as the log woman for Halloween last year. Rather impressive, yes?