a beautiful tale of the weird and wonderful ft nicole kidman & robert downey jr.
- even when your kids think you're strange.
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fred + daisy.
the minds and creative creatures behind damien rice's cover artwork.
so quirky, but we still have so much time for these two.
(dies! - rachel zoe-ism.)
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daul kim.
we'll missyour face, your presence, your cool, your photos, your furs, your blog, you.
rest in peace.
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wild thang.
1) the favourite childhood book remade (and the heavenly acoustic 'arcade fire')
2) gaga's crazed antics
3) abbey lee's newest photo shoot
...and this band we just stumbled across.
'wild beasts'
but the coolest part about them is that the two vocalists are trained opera singers, craaaaazy (and they kind of sound like a cross between nick cave and antony hegerty.)
have a listen to all the kings men and hooting and howling
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(so irrelevant, but so carrute.)
rah-rah, roma-mah, gah-gah, oh-la-la.
so we've supplied you with a few youtube clips.
we kinda think this is gags at her best.
go gaga.
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p.s she absolutely werqs the mcqueen & in that white-leather-cat-suite she reeks of where the wild 'thangs' are.
dear chick-flick.
there isn't much more to say.
the notebook reincarnated, cute, channing, karen.
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a member of the movement.
antoni gaudi, an architect belonging to the art nouveau movement
his work has been commonly categorized as gothic architecture.
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sing us a song chan.
she has done it again.
chan marshall (AKA) cat power delivers something like her eighth album ( in 2008...bit late we know) since starting her career when she was 15 years old!
magical voice, undoubtably talented and i think i could listen to silver stallion one-zillion-times in a row.
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indochine.
(themoment)some of the iconic faces who have, over the years,
dined at the equally iconic new york restaurant, indochine.
dined at the equally iconic new york restaurant, indochine.
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butt naked listening to johnny cash.
(tfs) my sunday.
is there any such thing as a typical sunday
anymore? i could be walking the catwalks in milan, stuck on yet another
trans-atlantic flight or snuggled up in bed sleeping off a big saturday.
the only real commonality is that wherever i am, i start the day looking like
some sort of gollum. really.the best thing about sunday is the chance to
sit butt naked listening to johnny cash with a fag and a freshly percolated
coffee. that and full-carb beer make up my list of favourite sunday pastimes.i should add being in melbourne to that. i spend so much time overseas that the
chance to indulge in a melbourne-made coffee is a real privilege. we do make
them the best.melbourne has so many great little places
hidden away; i can wander its secret laneways for hours (no, i can't tell you
where). somehow though, that horrible end-of-week anxiety manages to creep in.
sundays symbolise the end of a cycle of time that brings me one step closer to
the end of my youth and the sharp realisation that i have to hurry up and
make something of myself. argh.
abbey lee in m magazine, the sunday age.
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