apparently bigger is better. whatever it is i love it! Love how it elegantly tapers off and done in such a way that it doesnt look like its toppling over. Its so beautiful that it makes me wanna cry.

Narciso Rodriguez just always never fails to put up a rockin show.The soundtracks always rock the show for some reason. And this time round, with The Trail of Dead blasting away, he drove the point home. It surrounds the show with an edginess that is not utterly in your face. The soft silhouettes of his designs engulf the rock element to give this ethereal quality to the girls. I dont know how he always seem to nail it. And with such  incredble consistency. That aside, the f/w show has an amazing selection of pastel palette and check out the empire cuts. I wonder whats up his sleeves for the summer 06 collections.

"Speaking of civilisation, I believe we've reached a new pinnacle of existence when even petrol stations start peddling book."

- Tay Yek Keak

Well, of course he's talking about the new Harry Potter Tome.

Just so smoulderingly enchanting.

Marni

I love the lazy aura that her clothes exudes and how they almost seem to be effortlessly put on. And at times too, they seem  to appear shabby, yet not overly casual rather shabby-chic so to say.Gives one the impression that one can definitely breathe easy in them . Other than that the highlights were the jewellery which i simply adore. They did what they were supposed to: complement the get up, of course.

Sunshine

I have almost forgotten the joy of basking in the sunshine these days , especially with my odd sleeping hours that pretty much takes up about half the day. And this is shocking and by no means an exagerration . It has definitely taken a toll on me, physically where i often feel lethargic. ah! lethargy....lethargy...it just rolls off your tongue like a slippery marble.haha! that sounds awfully weird. a marble on your tongue.  Well,my point in  this entry apart from all the side tracks is that i miss the morning sun and the joy it brings to me. moral of the story, ladies and gentlemen: sleep early and wake up early!

Unbelieveable!

My top three in the Squared A/W RTW 05. Phenomenal! Luv' the shrunken jackets. Luv the cropped pants. Luv the simpe shirts. ahhh! This is getting close to idolatry. I knew for all the hype that Dean and Dan had, they would finally live up to them. Well, they did.

The selected ones: (not too huge)

Anne V

Valentina Z (russian's rising star)

Doutzen Kroes

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous

An ode to the papparazi.

ODE? ahahah..ok maybe parody would be a better word. A para-ode to the idiosyncratic style of Hollywood stars. Seriously, more often than not the stars just seem to love being hounded by the papparazi. Their hyper consciousness, their clothes easily draw attention to them. Of course, without a doubt their favourite reading material would be the tabloids. Who are they kidding, man ?

Hollywood Style: Steven Meisel

Courtesy of Pink is the new Blog. My staple net tabloid.

Gucci F/W 2005-2006

Tom Ford has effectively ingrained the definitive Gucci woman. Dark, sultry, and absolutely breathtaking. From the top:

Hana Soukupova/ DNA

Daria Werbowy/ IMG (who is at the top of the game)

Isabeli Fontana/ Women

The interesting bit is that i feel that Jennifer Connelly could totally blend in. Need i say more. I just love the Gucci. 

Speaking of Jennifer Connelly, whose latest project, or maybe the latest movie to be release is actually (Gasp!) Dark Water. I remembered back in year 2, during a film history tutorial ( which was the coolest tutorial ever) we were told to discuss or rather quibble nonsense on making a movie based on our own arrangements. And my friends were totally into the Asian or rather Jap horor genre. So we were going on and on about this nostalgic take on the unfinished ghost business. And Guess who was suggested to be the lead. Connelly! ahaahahah. It almost seems like a prophecy aye. Ah she just has that look. But i really think she would do a good job even before ive seen the movie. I know. Well just because...

I have swum those raging seas.
Washed up by an ocean who had tired of me.
How I survive I will never know.
This wreck's got a home and a whole lot of hope.

I find myself in a desperation to have a tangible record or mark of his remnants. Nothing prepared me for this loss and nothing coherent can come through to describe overwhelming void, absence and emptiness. Never have i thought that the emotions can be given such an incredible stretch while being accompanied with bittersweet memories. Oh god, i hope his soul is at ease. He will always be my loving, gentle grandpa.

Frankie Dunn: "Mo cuishle." It means "my darling. My blood."

Mum
All the other options that you had in mind starve me
'Cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind

Pa
Won't you listen and I'll let you in on this
Blind me!
As you listen I'll reduce advice to dust
Oh no!
I shouldn't have to spell my name

Ma!
If it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights
Oh mother!
It is hard not to look in the mirror's eye
I have come to this while you have come along
So it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again
I shouldn't have to spell my name

So start the two way monologues that speak your mind
We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme

We
can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl
Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust
Machine-washed, that's how paper rusts

Days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace
strike back, now they shape your life as stony as his face
Oh no! I shouldn't have to spell his name

So start the two way monologues that speak your mind
Start the two way monologues with words that rhyme
Start the two way monologues that speak your mind
We're talking two way monologues

We were chasing rabbits on the hill
And that prairie-life was great, but never real
'Cause we never saw no rabbits out there, ever, no, not once
All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months
And I miss the sound of stairs and walls and maladjusted doors
and too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war

You give your hand to me And then you say hello
And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell You think you know me well
But you don't know me

No you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips Longs to hold you tight
Oh I am just a friend That's all I've ever been
Cause you don't know me

I never knew the art of making love
No my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy
Oh you will never know The one who loves you so
Well you don't know me

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy
Oh you will never know The one who loves you so
Cause you don't know me
Oh no you don't know me
OOhh...you don't know me
--Jann Arden

The Verve

Lookin' back on my life
You know that all I see
Are things I could've changed
I should have done
Where did the good times go?
Good times so hard to hold
This time, this time
This time I'm gonna find


Lookin' back on my life
You know that all I see
Are things I could've changed
I could have done
No time for sad lament
A wasted life is bitter spent


So rise into the light
In or out of time
Gonna rise straight through the light
In or out of time


Woke up one other day
The pain won't go away
I am growing
In peculiar ways
Into a light I pass
Another dream, another trance
This time, this time
This time I'm gonna rise into the light
In or out of time


Gonna find my way in life
In or out of sight
I'm still seeing things in black and white
Gonna rise straight into the light
In or out of sight


I'm gonna see the light
I'm gonna see the light
I'm gonna see the light


'Cause I know there is time
There is time

the voice that brings one to a point of no return

Life does imitate art in a funny way. Sometimes it loses to it, too.

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 Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose. You are a mystery novel dealing with theology, especially
with catholic vs liberal issues. You search
wisdom and knowledge endlessly, feeling that
learning is essential in life.


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 The devastation caused by the tsunami disaster is beyond utter comprehension and plain grievances. My thoughts and my prayers go out to the victims and their families and friends.

ella bleu. john travolta and kelly preston's daughter

and just like her name, the precious little one has ocean blue eyes.she's unbelievably cute.but after all look at the antecedent  raw materials.

Its one of those very rare days i discover a gem of a song, the amazing thing is that its from one of my former favourite bands, former only because its now an all-time favourite. Its really a wonder how they seem to make depressing songs such a joy. The songs are what i have to quote Aimee Mann "a  perfect fit". Just oh so blissful.

Go on...go on amazing me.

BRANDTSON is like a bullet...when they're dead on, their combination of chiming guitars and dual vocals are show stoppers with your heart and soul.