The spice of life

At a girly winey cheesy night I noticed my friends gorgeous spice rack.

    mmm winey-cheesy-dip-things.  

Each spice has its own wee personality.  There seem to be three mischievous boys and three solemn girls.  I love how naughty the salt looks as if to say "Yeeeh, that's right. I might just give you high cholesterol cheffo!"  It makes me wonder how some of the other spices might be personified from your standard oregano and thyme to your more ethnic Chinese five spice and Morrocan seasoning, even the dirty old chicken salt.

Any takers on what the others on this spice rack would say or what other spices would look like?

  

All my friends have magical powers

Harley Jones is one talented (and lovely) man.  He's just recently had an exhibition at Gallery Gallery in Dunedin entitled "All my friends have magical powers".  Showcased were four large three sixty degree, enclosure type pieces and several mixed media drawings.  Each walk in piece played around with the degree of envelopment, range of vision, and freedom of movement, allowing one to walk through them and be part of the installation.

More after the j  u  m  p

Down the barrel

Kneecapped in London


          by those gunpowder eyes;
forfeit and favourless.

Health

Health is coming to Dunedin!  They're playing at the University of Otago Union Hall on the 21st of February, supported by brains and TFF.

The recently uploaded this awesome home made video for their Australasian tour entitled "AUSTRALIA :: NEW ZEALAND :: HEALTH IS NOT AFRAID OF YOU"

I love home made clips.  My friends and I mucked around with infomercials for knife sets and exercise machines; how we ever made it stretch out for fourty five minutes I'll never know.  We did learn from the best having watched years Suzanne Paul and that Mick Hastie guy who used to do the Tefal adds and now works his magic for the Magic Bullet. 

 

(Massive Geek tangent warning)  Health's use of samurai type swords reminded me of the mammoth task myself and two friends nobly broached of recreating the entire 'Lord of the Rings' epic one term holiday.  From Anna's room (and her parents linen cupboard, much to their horror I'm sure) we created 'Tunics to go go', churning out tunic after tunic, cloaks, fake cotton wool beards, tinfoil swords and even hairy hobbit feet.  We were so pro we had the soundtrack on discman (fifteen second antishock and all), the earbuds of which we would put up to our handy cam's tiny microphone to truly set the scene. 

nb. I'd love to see the day where people start wearing discman's on chains as necklaces.  I can just hear the one ups now...

"Mines a Sanyo x300 with base boost"  
"Yeah?  Well mines a Sony D-121.  MEGA Bass and TEN playback modes. AND it can play MP3 cds"

"Oh man.  Owned."

Corey and Corey Hotline

Personal number? That means I'l ACTUALLY get to talk to them. In the 80's.  This is SO back to the future right now.

Here. Hair. Hear. Heir.

I love long hair, especially when mid motion.  I love the way it forms and moves in arms and strands.  Who can resist the slow motion head turn:  her hair before her face before her eyes.

Images:  FFFFound/Lucinda King/Lookbook.nu/FFFFound

Mad Hatter

New year's resolution #23:  Wear more hats.  

New year's resolution #23a:  Wear more hydrangeas.

WTF

Photo by Lindsay Brown

WTF by Thundercub

Perfect Outfit

Yesterday, my gorgeous friend Wing turned up to our catch up dinner wearing the most well put together outfit.  The scarf, the colours, the doiley neck piece, oh my!  And the beret?  The pictures speak for themselves.  What a babe x

Polaroid Polarity

Polaroids equal instant photographic gratification and stylish white borders.  They're one of the greatest and most fun photographic mediums.  Here are some polaroids from Andy Warhol's still life collection between 1977 and 1983.

All my friends are in bands

http://www.myspace.com/thundercubmusic

Today my friends are from Thundercub. When trying to describe their music to others a series of musical adjectives get thrown into the fray willy nilly such as "progressive rock", "metal inspired drum and base", "electronica rocka". I'm going to go with electronica rocka because I made that up just then and it captures a whiff of what Thundercub embodies.

In fact that whiff might have just floated down the street from their band rooms, say about thirty four or thirty five metres.  It's gotten aromically entangled with the indie kid at 15a's poppy and trancy So So Modern rhythms and the slightly disorientating time signature changes of the Mars Volta from flat 6; as you casually stroll along Smellytune Drive you'd begin to gather the unique aroma that is Thundercub.

The number of pedals guitarist Lee uses (and created himself no less) deserves a mention. He literally has a suitcase of them at his disposal, many of which alter and transform the sounds he produces to defy one's expectation of what an electric guitar can or should sound like.  They'll be supporting the Mint Chicks in Dunedin at the Otago University Orientation, March 3rd. Go along and get those aural and olfactory senses a tingling.

Wait. Did I describe music through metaphors of smell?

Calm like a mirror

In the greatest depths
there sits thee
calm beneath the turbulent sea.

The gulls they cry
"forsooth, for shame,
why do we play this silly game?
When the sun, its shines,
she is serene.
We glide along in our ocean dream;
but when the sisters do conspire
she howls
she sprays
and we fly higher.
Tumultuous moods,
turbulent tides,
to the calm depths we wish to retire."

For a game it is
and as it seems
allusions, mirages, far off dreams
dance with the waves
in a nautical show.
But are you affected down below?
no no.