Unofficial True Blood Fan page - Some more look-alikes!!1

I feel that peripheral-vampire Pam looks a bit like Charlotte Dawson:


That some of the costumes look a bit like an American Appy stockroom:



And that Sookie and Tara's friendship looks A LOT like some other BBFF's we've seen over the years...

hair

too true!

a few of us have been watching 'true blood' and tonight at dinner sophie remarked "i can't figure out if the anna paquin character reminds me of someone"

we were all in agreement. something about her face makes you think of a milli people like posh spice, circa a few years ago...



but is it that or does anna paquin just kinda remind you of... anna paquin?



i got home, started watching an ep and there in all her gap-toothed glory i saw it! i hopped to google images land with a smirk... one JUDI DENCH please!



in other lookalike news.... NOT ! YEAH LIKE MAYBE IN OPPOSITES LAND! HUH HA HAH *
how is it that america gets two mega babes (not to mention mega ETHNIC babes) running the show?



* this joke is brought to you by the sarah silverman school of comedy.

Acting

Before Rose and I were much loved and celebrated Australian Actors, we were merely promising young local talents, just like you.

We've rummaged around through our old tapes and compiled a video to show you where it all began for us, and help you to get where you want to go. In it you'll find some of our early screen tests, a few shorts from our NIDA show reel, and a hodge-podge of behind-the-scenes bits 'n pieces.

If there's anything we can leave you with, it's that acting, "though a complex and exhausting craft, is a gift that lies within your soul, and should you be brave enough to release it, the rewards will surely find you."* Stick with it (acting).

Our show reel

*Karvan, C., 'Acting: A Practical Guide for Sensual Young Women', East Redfern Press, 2001.

what to wear to work

First she announces that she finds dating really difficult (OH! relatable!), then she goes and does this


OH! Flapper meets Marry Poppins meets LEGS! And all beige! So Eadie Beale (if she showered), so beige, so now!

In other news, I just got home from the Phil Spector documentary The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector and since I left the cinema I can't get this out of my head.



What a genius.

The film ends with the 2007 mistrial - previewing tonight at the festival was quite serendipitous timing on the Sydney Film Festival's part considering the timeliness of the trial now.

LIVE.

90% of every set I play includes this song.

Is it just me, or is Estelle putting on an American accent?

Happy Birthday Lunoes

Love from All of Us

BIRTHDAY BABEEEEE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANGTASTIC TIME IN NYC!!!!!!!

WE MISS YOU & LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

BAKLAVA & TEA ON YOUR RETURN XXX

James Franco trashes someone's bedroom...

You can buy DVD mag Wholphin through McSweeny's online store.

Issue 8 is out now with Lauren Greenfield's amazing 'Kids and Money' (watch the trailer at her website), a surrealist film by Carlos D from Interpol, a film adaptation of a Patrick Marber story by Sam Taylor-Woods, and Dave Eggers' films of people trashing bedrooms:



The James Franco film goes for 4 mins, but the Maria Banford and Creed Bratton bedroom trashing videos run 10 mins long - excruciating but so captivating!

Bubbly: Heyyyyy!
Aero: ---
Bubbly: What? What's with you?! Is everything ok?????
Aero: ---
Bubbly: I honestly don't even get what this is even really about.
Aero: ---
Bubbly: Who do you think you are? I've never even heard of Aero, Whatro? Who? SRSLY. [storms off]

Guest post: Emma reviews the experience of being on The Sartorialist

I remember when I was about 17 and looking through Australian Vogue that I experienced a momentous occasion. I turned to my favourite (now defunct) section of the magazine which featured a real person (probably from Surry Hills!) and their wardrobe. It was usually a babe sitting with her knees all curled up in her bay window, with her shiny hair and genius outfit.

The girl I remember most clearly was amazing. She had cropped soft pixie hair, and she was wearing a Vintage skirt as a dress! With a BELT! around her waist and slouchy boots! I had never set eyes on such an ensemble. I was inspired. I bought slouchy boots. I used to dream about her life – what she must do for a living, and that every night of her week must be so busy: eating dumplings in obscure and incredible restaurants, and so many parties! And that her floors would be white painted floorboards. And that she probably always moisturized her legs.

Years, and three separate magazine subscriptions later (Vogue Australia, Haha’s Bazaar, and i-D) I can’t even think of how many incredible images of outfits my eyes have absorbed, and how many women have unknowingly undergone my ruminative dissections of their lives and style. So now I am in a tricky situation. Previously my position as viewer of fashion images was to only participate by way of dreaming. But now I AM one of those images.

Last week I was getting a ‘quick coffee’ with my boyfriend (TOM!) and a friend when an American guy approached me to ask for a photo for his Blaug. I tentatively said yes, assuming that it was a small blog and that no one would see it. He said he liked my ‘funky’ jacket, his word choice seemed to confirm my suspicions of it being just a very little one. After the photo was done he said that I could look at it on the Sartorialist. Being a word that is hard to remember I wrote it down on a piece of paper so that I could look it up when I got homeONE HUNDRED COMMENTS WHAT!?!??!?


I seem to be the only person in Sydney who hasn’t heard of this blog, so I won’t bother describing it.

So the point now is this – how do I begin to dissect the situation I am in now? As someone who wasn’t Waiting For the Sartorialist, this could not be more of a surprising situation, and is, I’m sure, the closest thing to fame I will ever experience.

I haven’t received written commentary on myself since school reports and have NO idea on how to take it (I check it three times a day, have read every one, and have constantly been measuring myself by the number and weight of the comments I’ve received in comparison to other ‘Sarts’).

When I look at this image that has been caught by a camera and put in a global network of blog-readers (3 millollion people read it a month!) and where anonymous people comment on this tiny little version of myself they subsequently make this image of me, anonymous to me.

My image (well, that particular image) is no longer mine. My staple winter jacket is no longer mine. And what is also no longer mine is my (previously well exercised) ability to dreamily pour over images of women in great clothing; it feels broken to me now.

Although I’m no Giovanna Battaglia (stupidly well put-together Editor of L’Uomo Vogue), I don’t feel so separate from her because she’s only a scroll away. I loved the hierarchy and the aspiration that came with fashion, and now what do I have left to aspire to!? Besides the obvious answer of any of the hundreds of people who are a thousand times better dressed than me and who are also featured on The Sartorialist, I do feel like the aura is gone. That hypnotic fashion image has disintegrated for me! Because I was there! It just felt like a regular old afternoon, but it doesn’t look like one! The whole image looks luminous!

I read an article this afternoon that mentioned the 90’s Rave movement, and that it marked a turn for music fans where instead of staring at a band, audiences focused on themselves and on those like themselves. And without ecstasy there to liven the occasion, and keep the image compelling (as in Rave scenes) we have The Sartorialist’s keen eye for dazzling sunlight through the hair and/or people with fascinating looking lives and/or REALLY good looking people – all of them wearing sick clothes, components which, separately or together, make for an intoxicating image. And when reality looks so sensuous don’t we just end up dreaming about our own image, and images like ours?




It's as though getting dressed in the morning in anticipation of meeting, and being seen and interpreted by others, is validated by strangers publicly assessing the decisions you privately make. Imagine stepping out of your house and being greeted by a chorus of onlookers who approach you, and tug at your jacket and glide their fingers through your hair and talk to themselves about your outfit, without really listening to each other, reiterating the same points over and over.

[click to enlarge]

What my confused and wide eyed ‘who, me!?” approach towards this image could signify is a certain end of innocence. I am no longer a child living in my parent’s home on the North Shore dreaming of how I might assemble an interesting outfit (and life along with it), I am now an adult living in my parent’s house on the North Shore with outfits and a life that I am happy with.

This won’t mark the end of time spent looking at fashion magazines for me, but this event certainly has fragmented some of the fashion image. I think I would have written to the girl with the skirt-as-a-dress the same thing that young Chessa! wrote to me.
Maybe all this means is that instead of just looking on and dreaming, I have been pushed into the position of participant in a fast moving dialogue, soon to be archived under April 2009.

Tuesday Night of Nights

Last night was a big night for Television. Not only was it the worl premiere of Shaun Micallef's new quiz show Talkin 'bout Your Generation', but it was also Episode 2 of Season 5 of Australia’s Next Top Model.

I'd forgotten all about Talkin 'bout Your Cumbersome Title until I noticed @marcfennell, @triplejtvdoctor, & @danilic Tweeting 'bout Talkin 'bout Your Generation. If this were an article for the Sydney Morning Herald I guess I could just copy and paste their Tweets and call it a day. [Zing!] But this is a blog so instead I'll go on and on until the only person still reading is Roie. [zing :(]

I know it’s unfashionable to defend the institution of 'fair scoring' when it comes to this genre of wacky lon-linear game shows, but surely Generation X is alway going to win just by virtue of being born in the middle, and why is Tom Gleisner even there on Thank God You're Here?

And Gen Y doesn’t exactly have the retentive skills for a quiz format. I only know stuff after looking it up on Wikipedia, and then after the next time I look it up on Wikipedia because it just refuses to sink in.

The whole thing reminded me of that bit in 30 Rock when Kenneth develops his dream TV show, a cross between Deal or No Deal and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, only for it to fail spectuacularly, as suitcases full of 1 million dollars in gold are kind of heaps heavy.

In this bizarro context, Shaun Micallef is akin to Simon Amstell on Never Mind The Buzzcocks- both are the best thing about the show. I have nothing nice to say about special quests George Negus or Ruby Rose so I won’t say anything at all.

As it turns out, Amanda Keller is really off-putting in a quiz setting. I've always thought she was funny, she probably always thought she was funny too, but her quiz-schtick is mainly just to blow raspberries at Shaun and make whip-smart comebacks like “oh shut up!!!!” and “oh stuff you!!!!!”. I feel like the tone of the show could sharply and suddenly change, and Amanda Keller would cry and scream at all of us. Oh and Arj Barker, Charlie Pickering and Josh Thomas. They were also people on this show.

Don't have anything nice to say about the graphics either but will say something anyway because Nina likes us to use this blog as a platform to 'talk fonts'. I can't quite get my head around this huge market surge for disgusting 70's bubble writing. The titles for this show look like inside of my year 7 folder.



I guess at the end of the days like this, I just don’t really care about quizzes. It feels like a lazy realisation of the potentially interesting concept of Generational Gaps. And as someone who rarely admits to being in a Law Revue, I know that when you can’t think of a sketch you simply co-opt any theme in to the game show format: Religious Figures of the Century!!! Arts Student Family Fued!!!1 John Howard v. Kim Beazley on the Einstein Factor lol!!!1

Later in the evening I went to my friend’s sister's house to exploit her Foxtel subscription and watch Australia's Next Top Model. Driving to watch crap TV feels like going to the supermarket specifically to buy dark chocolate. You hope the effort will circumvent the urge, and yet.

I usually only watch Models in 7 part increments on YouseTube, so last night had a nice sense of occasion. It was fun to be part of the strange little world that is Foxtel. There were these nonsensical little skits about Gossip Girl played between the shows, and lots of blue. There is a lot of blue on Foxtel.

AuNTM seems pretty good so far. My initial impressions are that Lola, though beautiful, looks old enough to be on America’s Next Top Model. And Adele looks enough like Alice to make this season seem relevant.

It's a pretty high-fash affair this year, they do photo shoots with thick eyebrows and everything. The girls even wear high-waisted denim and predominately Mink Pink.

Because being/having been in line for a media empire is in the selection criteria for the job, Sarah Murdoch has become the show's new host after the controversial exit of Jodhi Meares. [Jodi Gordon, generally appealing babe and girlfriend of Ryan Stokes is probably already waiting in the wings- at least that way it'll become 'Jodi Mail' yet again. Can't quite get used to the sound of 'Sarah Mail'. It's not a thing.]

Sarah is about a trillion times more natural and relaxed than Jodhi, but also realllllly boring and not as warm. Sorta miss Jodhi’s sxc necklines too. Sarah’s memorable outfits thus far include a navy singlet top with white anchors and a grey suit dress.

This week the Challenge was something about wearing krazie ice-cream coloured leotards. Pretty sure they were shooting a catalogue for the new American Apparel range. I found it particularly helpful that they distinguished Frankie, The Black Model, by dressing her in the only bronze leotard.

Then the models arrived at Cockatoo Island, gasping and cooing as though they were about to attend a boutique festival. In fact, they were there to take part in a totally high-fash photo shoot! You could tell it was high-fash because they wore voluminous skirts and pointed their elbows.

The central plot of this weeks' episode involved on of the models, Cassie, being just THE WEIRDEST. There’s already been quite a bit of press about her antics and each week shows her spiralling further out of control.

The girl clearly has serious issues and the executive producers of the show (Sarah Murdoch) clearly have no qualms about exposing them. But what's weird is the arbitrary line they seem to draw between what constitutes a trashy bogan and what makes a fine young woman. Not sure how Cassie differs from the girl named Mikarla, or Tahnee [whose job is listed as ‘school leaver’], or Madison, the Queenslander with a force field for a haircut. Only time will tell.

As I hope Cassie will prove (and Kate Moss and Nicole Trunfio before her), as long as you stop talking and conceal your teeth, you can always be high-fash. Besides which, fashion has the capacity to transcend class! I believe it was just the other day I saw a homeless man in Hyde park wearing Romance Was Born....

I missed this

imdblol.com

I have been watching way too much 'Skins'. I (pretty much) cry at the end of every episode. And that Effy, oh man. SO BEAUTIFUL.

I kept thinking she was super famous, as her face looked quite familiar. However, her imdb.com page pretty much said she's done jack.

AND THEN IT HIT ME.

Effy looks like the Rachel in Neighbours (the poor fatherless child living with Susan and Karl)!!!!1

Effy:



















Rachel:

On the Street......Blue Suit, Sydney

domain.lol.au

When I'm not blogging you can usually find me taking clients out to lunch and buying investment properties.

I recently came across this beauty on my travels.

It features 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an internal laundry, a southerly outlook, and a rocket and pear salad.



See you at the auction.

[Edit: Nina tells me this post was annoyingly cryptic - but if you click on the link, one of the photos listed for this clearly bogus apartment is actually the mixed greens salad]

shayek@mac.com

My least favourite 30 Rock guest-star got their email hacked. Apparently, according to Gawker, "breaking into the account was a simple matter of knowing Hayek's birthday — September 2 — and guessing at her security word (they claim it was the name of her best known movie role) to reset the account's password."

Check out the photos of the emails here. The look as boring as the Apple store's examples.

I guess this about sums it up.

Saved - starring Claudia Karvan.

For those who missed the screening of AFI award winning telemovie 'Saved' on SBS last night, here's a quick summary...

While at the old GeniASS bar...

At Apple they LOVE to show you how easy emailing is. Their efforts are actually AMAZING.







I'm guessing that the owner of this computer:

1. Is of Hawiian decent
2. Owns an ice cream business
3. Is planning a trip
4. Is into Modular Artwork.

The also DON't use Photo Booth.

a necklace

It is so pretty...

until this picture...

Courtney Love and her very ugly right hand shot by Heidi Slimane for Love

i dont know what to call this post

I know its forever ago but remember waaay back in 2005 when this happened?

OH NO SHE DI'NNNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omomgogmomgomgTYRA!

ps. been watching heaps of the L Word lately

magic markers

a couple of days ago, sophie sent round this article about a "pink" elephant caught on camera. FAIL. we see you trying to ride the coat tails of jean-luc's steez.

sophie: it's more, beige? terracotta?

i was trying to come up with another name for brown so i googled "crayola clay" (i don't know) and OMFG. a few google images later....



do you have any idea how amazing this is? maybe i'm late to the party, but i've never seen them before. are they new? they definitely weren't around when i was younger. i remember many a time being caught between a rock and a brown place when faced with the dilemma of drawing my/my family's SKIN COLOUR. i couldn't colour it in a peachy pink cus it wasn't. i couldn't shade it lightly with a lemony yellow pencil cus that wasn't it. i always ended up leaving it blank.

i'll never forget the one and only time i remember hearing a racial slur to my face, in year 4, "at least my skin isn't poo-coloured!" to which i replied (without missing a beat) "at least my skin isn't the colour of a cow!".... doesn't really work, does it.

point of the matter is, no kid wants poo-coloured skin!(back then, little did i know how much i would appreciate the year-round 'TAN' as i grew older) but with these crayola multicultural markers, there is a myriad of possibilities! up to 80, in fact. and i'm sure they all have amazing exotic names.



AND turns out crayola aren't the only ones profiting from race relations. "colors of my friends"??? hell yeah sargent art. that black is a bit too black though maybe. no one is ACTUALLY black.

control x, control v

ahhhhhhhh cut copy. maybe my favourites? maybe. they've sort of been on the back burner for the last couple of months. always sort of simmering at the surface (especially thanks to the late discovery of 'sands of time') but not on high rotation. until tonight that is. i had entered 'mixtape' into my itunes looking for.... another mixtape. it played for an hour and fifteen minutes and then slowly fading up, i heard the classic piano of 'on' by aphex twin. D-I-E. the 'so cosmic' mixtape! don't you love it when you rediscover songs you'd forgotten you loved, clothes you'd for forgotten you had... etc.? the cutters put this out in late 2007 to get people excited about the release of 'in ghost colours'. and did it ever.

how had i forgotten about this for a year? and more importantly, all summer! summer 07/08 this was by a long stretch the most played item on my itunes- i listened to from start to finish on repeat, clocking in at exactly 1 hour. it really is the perfect mix and although it's not very old at all, it already has so many memories attached to it and it introduced me to so many songs i now love.

i so hope tomorrow's a beautiful day because i can't wait to walk around the city listening to this again. if you haven't heard it, find it (right now) and listen from beginning to middle to end. but here's a twinkly moment...

fleetwood mac- never forget (cut copy lifelike remix)

Just when you thought the internet couldn't waste any more of your time...

When I was unfortunate enough to happen upon Just My Luck on the TV this weekend I knew things were bound to go downhill eventually... I just didn't think they would happen this fast!



Apps Sean Penn wants to work with her on a new movie but can't find anyone to star beside her. Sean loves the gays.

pretty excited about this word play

SICK artwork and the song is ok too.

today at sxsw

After the compilations, comes the movie



Watch it tonight at Paramount with an after screening Q&A with Diplo

totally superfluous post

Light, sweet, and healthy, the organic Date and Coconut roll is the most delicious mid-afternoon snack.

AMENDED

On the weekend someone who works in an organic cafe told me these are flown here from California - so the mileage on them is excessive and irreconcilable with how delicious they are... I'm so disappointed.

I'm going to have to find a more ecologically friendly afternoon snack. Suggestions welcome.

perhaps the world's most disappointing video

Sunday night

I’m kinda running low on writing inspiration at the moment. I was working on a post entitled 'Have High Places Replaced SARS in the Public Consciousness?', but it wasn’t really going anywhere so it's just languishing in our Blogger dashboard for now.

Someone once told me, I think it was Mia Freedman, to ‘write about what you know and what everybody else already knows but make it seem as though you are the first person to have ever thought of it/is brave enough to go there'.

Problem is I’ve never really considered my life to be particularly exciting? But, I suppose I’ll give it a shot. I guess people always seem interested in my living situation.

I live in an inner-city sharehouse with Tallulah Morton, Tony Jones, Danny Clayton and Claudia Karvan. It’s a pretty nice place with white walls and polished floorboards, we totally scored! Danny is a bit of a wizard on Domain and found that by typing ‘Redfern’ in to the search engine, you can find a cheaper place but still get to pretend you live in Surry Hills.

I thought that living with Tallulah would exaggerate my already severe body image issues but so far it’s been ok. She’s actually just a total sweetheart, and she’s like really insecure and stuff, so.

I guess I feel a bit left out when I hear her and Claudia compare tales of woe about putting ladders in your stockings with your cheekbones, but it’s pretty much the only conversation they ever seem to have and I have more in common with both of them independently than Claudia has autumnal chunky knits. It’s not like Tallulah and Clauds can share a laugh about Cory Kennedy or the latest goings-on at the STC. Tallulah wouldn’t even know how to pluralise ‘going-on’, let alone culs-de-sac or governors-general.

Tony Jones is like the Dad of the house. He’s so responsible, always paying the bills and cleaning my room. Although we’re all successful people, we truly admire his professional accomplishments because he’s such a good interviewer and Lateline is essential watercooler viewing.

We have this sweet little intra-house communication system, sort of like a whiteboard, and sometimes we write our fave moments from last nights' ep of Lateline, or a handy tip about how to improve his performance on Q&A.

Claudia takes it pretty seriously, she’ll often put up a 3-part-question that TJ should’ve asked during an interview even though he’s already done that interview and what possible use could your 3-parta have now, Claudia? I guess she did attend the 2020 summit and propose that all children learn philosophy in primary school, as she likes to remind us sometimes.

Even though Danny can be really messy and buys extremely tempting foods (Milo, hot chips, Crunchy Nut Conflakes) I think it's him that I love living with the most. Probably everyone does, hey. He laughs at all Tony’s jokes, helps Tallulah tie grubby pieces of beaded string around her wrists and hugs like a jar of honey. Claudia is absolutely obsessed with his eyes. She calls them rather poetically, “Danny’s sad blue windows” and often sketches them when she’s ‘in the mood for a sketch’. We’ve got at least 3 sketches of Danny’s eyes scattered around the house.

On Sunday nights we have a house dinner and tonight it’s TJ’s turn to cook. I have no idea what he’s making but it smells delicious, like a confit.

diy at its best

Just when you thought you needed a degree to become a director, Serani proves its stilll diy or die

see ya, paris fashion week

Yesterday, Collette welcomed Wang black to Paris

I love him b seriously, does no one think colour suits them anymore? Not even a splash here and there?

These two were the only ones bold enough to inject a little liveliness into their ensembles!

It's just a shame they're the worst dressed at the party.

And despite Ryan assuring me his is the worst quality for the highest price, McQueen's headpieces were ridiculous and amazing!

As always! remember this from Spring 2008 read To Wear?


Spring Summer 2007 is my all-time fave.


My next boyfriend is the boy who buys me that hat

life on the streets yo

I've seen this babe out a few times recently. He frequents a club I play at sometimes and I had a particularly LOL encounter with him about 2 weeks ago when I spied him sleazing onto some poor girl, looking completely gross and totally loving the fact that ppl might recognise him now that 'Underbelly' is on tv. The highlight of my life came approximately 10 mins later when he gave me the thumbs up and some weird drunken attempt at a look of gangsta approval when I played 'Next Episode'. I wanted to laugh so bad. The guy couldn't have looked whiter if he tried.

Word on the street is that he's out in the Cross pretty much every night and can often be spotted cruising down the strip and chatting to bouncers with a suspicious spring in his step. Seems like someone might be having a little trouble letting go of their character...

It really does make you consider the power that Bert Newton must hold in the entertainment industry, when a guy like this can recover from a very public domestic abuse conviction and somehow manage to land the main role on a relatively high profile tv series. But then again, maybe it's just because he is a total babe.

when possibly amazing covers go bad

While I am totally loving on her at the moment (and always have been), this is really not very great...

umm... PS

Since when has JH had braces?!!!!!!!!

Things I hate today

A.) Pitchfork v2.0

B.) That I can hear someone playing that "can't live, if living is without you" song

C.) Stupid publicity stunts (Peaches Geldof just announced she's married her DJ best friend Fifi - wonder if this will last as long as her last marriage?)

D.) Dakota Fanning

Luckily I just listened to this and it cheered me up quick smart! Dools does a great interview, and the fact it's with movestill fave lily helps a whole bunch too.

On a somewhat unrelated note - Did anyone watch Lily on So You Think You Can Dance last week? The absurdity of the stage show accompanying her performance was mind-blowing! Dancing balloon-men emerging 3/4 of the way through the song? Wacky! A little too Pnau for me...

we're flying!!!!!

i stole this from rach's blog

dreamtime

there's a pink dolphin in lake calcasieu in america. it's not actually "pink", it's albino.

jean-luc would be having a heart attack.