NARS

NARS Cosmetics have bronzed and buffed and tinted the mercurial high-end looks of the likes of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell. It was founded by top French make-up artist and photographer,  Francois Nars.

Here are a few of my favourite essentials.

copacabana multiple: for lips, cheeks and body. £ 27.00

 









bronzing brush, for effortless application. £ 42.00



pre-makeup primer with SPF £ 25.00



dolce vita rouge. £ 17.00





eye makeup remover £ 18.00





orgasm illuminator, to highlight skin with weightless radiance. £ 21.00



Could it be any more absurd?

of lobsters and shaving razors

Andy Warhol and the power of immediacy brings us to this collection of his early Polaroids from between 1977 and 1983, sourced at hypebeast.com. The still-life Polaroids, most of which were never exhibited during Warhol's lifetime, were displayed through January 2009 at the Paul Kasmin Gallery, 511 27th Street New York, New York.

There's been a spate of critical comment about this exhibition. Some have raved, some have slated the artists and his pretty Polaroids as 'amateurish' and 'pseudo-artistic.' Despite this, it is pretty clear that the popular still-life Polaroid-style subjects making waves in the contemporary art/photog community (worldwide) have been influenced heavily by Warhol's experimental (and often, in true hipster inclination, ironic) photographic subjects.

                                     Think soup cans.

I [ ] cubism

six-foot-unda: Basement Rado IV

Ready. Steady. Go. It’s nearly time for a fourth dose of Basement Radio.

Fletcher, Toby2shoes, Kimon and Tom + Rob of the Birdlife duo are set to be knuckling the vinyl for a beatmatching inferno of World’s freshest assemblages, for your toe-tapping pleasure. Radio is Cape Town’s favourite no-nonsense basement party. The feel-good hustle-bustle of its Afro-fusion roots is sure to cure any ailment, from yellow fever to heart palpitations. Plunge yourself six-foot-unda into the moody synapses of an Afrobeat renaissance, populated by the storytelling boasts of the best afro-funk / reggae / gypsy / dub music in town. Forget your inhibitions and dancefloor fatigue. Best dust off your pretensions on the doormat and enter the rhythm-driven highlife.

Basement Radio has migrated to a bigga and betta space thanks to the popularity of its previous three instalments. Evidently the word has been released upon a parched urban landscape, spreading like wildfire and prompting a musical Diaspora to flock to Basement’s lush pastures. Abandon the excess of the machine and Babylon to answer the calls of the Jungle. Politriks will surrender to free moral verse while the walking reverbs of Jamaica animate the underground. Strings will be tweaked with all resolve, while the carnivorous growl of the tenor sax and bluesy brass reverberate from the depths and beyond. This subterranean delight promises a hyperbole and a half, swinging from Junglist baseline progressions of the speaking conga drum to the nasal harmonics of Gypsy strings and bows. Come as you are, in all your rudeness and vivacity, armed to your teeth and bones with the sublime. Come as a poet, a francophone, a rude boy, panflutist or politician. Get ready and steady for a volcano in your head, an explosive lashing of voodoo funk that’ll cause brain damage and perhaps even a hint of nostalgia.

Why miss it when you could come?

FRIDAY 19 NOVEMBER

FRIEDA'S ON BREE STREET

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exaggerate the I

for Bette Davis,  Hollywood was turning her into something pretty, but she resisted and fought for realism.

He drove his kind of realism at me so hard I bounced right into nonobjective painting

Jackson Pollock

shotgun fashion

clothing retail giant ZARA is scheduled to open its doors in South Africa and Australia in 2011. It is a high street brand that has even been hailed by Louis Vuitton fashion director Daniel Piette as "possibly the most innovative and devastating retailer in the world."

my commentary: YES! this excites me.

the happiest days of our lives

bookish

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: ''His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.'' Hilaire Belloc

it is about time i transcribed my prosey thoughts and jumbly yearnings into writing. perhaps, one day (which i hope for the most) they will be bound between two iron covers, stamped upon reams of delectable paper, ready to be consumed by dreamers as bookish and restless as i.

until then, i am little more than waxing lyrical. i need some common sense and a bit of wry wit, so help me god.

the clock talked loud, i threw it away

alarm clocks are very pesky. the trilly sound of a persistent clock is definitely not everyone's favourite wake-up call but always does the job without fail, every morning of our working lives. here are some funny silly characters that'll beep and shrill and jump up and down until you're up and wide awake, no matter how many times you slam on the snooze.

shoot the lazer at the bullseye to silence this one.

this alarm clock bribes you out of bed with the smell of sizzling bacon.

bonsai gear clock

this alarm clock will not shut up until you put all the puzzle pieces in the correct slots.

                                 i think i just love clocks.