All children who are not raised in the Amazon dream of growing up to live in a treehouse. Usually, the childish dream peters out around the same time teens break out in spots. But the fantasy does not die on the vine for everyone. Check out Robert Harvey Oshatz's pimped-out treehouse in Portland. It's not clear in the piccies (more here), but I bet Bobbie has a fridge full of chunky monkey Ben and Jerrys in there and a place to store all of his He-Man action figures. The lucky bastard.
Some people say fashion doesn’t matter. They dress badly. Everyone else knows there’s basically nothing more important than looking good. Always. Hard facts like this are not lost on the young. Increasingly, babies are making sure they keep their eyes peeled for cutting-edge styling. Take this hip little trendsetter hailing from one of the chicer enclaves of Shepherd’s Bush. Young Clementine may only be six weeks old but already she’s totally fashion-forward. Take this shot. In it she’s gone for the distressed ethno-prairie look (don’t look it up - she invented it). Not satisfied with looking absolutely top banana, she’s accessorized perfectly with an ornamental bison (soooooo 2010). In conversation with ArchBlog, Clementine explained her silky style is all about the detailing. “I’ve told my parents to make sure my vintage lace cuffs always peep out,” adding “I suppose it’s sort of my signature.” Stay tuned to ArchBlog in 2010 for more wisdoms from Clementine.
I don't know about you guys but, for me, something of the "Harry Potter" magic sheen has worn off. It's not that I've actually read one page of any of the books or seen one minute of any of the movies, but I did feel a little disorientated when the boy wizard, whilst treading the boards in "Equus," flopped out an awesomely collossal member (girls collapsed) and flexed his washboard six-pack. Maybe I'm just a hater, but post-"Equus"I could never look at the little chap in the Lennon glasses in the same way. Danny Radcliffe's man-ish vibe suddenly seemed to chime out of time with the fantastical adventure fantasy franchise. Recent allegations that Scottish legend JP Morgan reportedly and allegedly plagiarised (ie copied) some of the content from elsewhere for her string of bestsellers only leaves me further disillusioned.
However, they say when one doors closes another opens. And so it is. A while back some savvy, cash-crazed film exec looked at the schedules and screamed "there's a massive dating black hole where HP used to be! Let's immediately make a derivative spin-off and start counting the cashish. Guys?" The conference room clearly nodded like horses after a carrot. Hollywood Green Lights were quickly punched and now there is "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief."
In the hot new film which is set in modern-day Nu York, 12-year-old Percy stars as the teenage son of Poseidon, who is accused by Zeus of stealing his lightning bolt, the universe's most powerful weopon. Although poor little Perce never did that, he has to prove his innocence by finding the real thief before a fuck-off war between the gods erupts (not is a Radcliffe way mind). Go Percy, go! Save us all.
I'm sure you'll all agree it sounds as good (and possibly better) as all the amazing "Potter" movies. Not that I'll never know (the difference). I'm going just to see my hero Pierce Brosnan. Check how cool he looks in the trailer ...
According to the latest research, 99% of young men (18-44) check their email every single day. A whopping 80% admit to feeling 'lost' without going online and 25% of young men check their email before they even get out of bed. Women are still vaguely important to men but 37% of young men do concede that they've surfed the net whilst in bed with their partner. Romantic.
Kinshasa is the party capital of Africa, praps the world. The main Congolese thoroughfares are littered by roadside shacks serving up sachets (yes, sachets) of dirt-cheap, alcohol-rich hard liqueur. In these bars the TVs are always tuned to either African Big Brother or the Champion's League. Anywhere where there's heavy alcohol consumption there's (usually good) music. Except the Czech Republic. In Congo, rap is taking off big time. Check out this vid from young buck Baloji. Do your best to ignore the fact he looks like he is the spwan of Adebayor and the sleepy-looking guy from Faithless.
“I think Jesus was a compassionate, super-intelligent gay man who understood human problems. On the cross, he forgave the people who crucified him. Jesus wanted us to be loving and forgiving. I don’t know what makes people so cruel. Try being a gay woman in the Middle East — you’re as good as dead.” - more incisive stuff from Elton 'Candle in the Wind' John
You are a female snowboarder and the Winter Olympics have decided to recognize your sport for the first time. You're totally stoked.
You head to Torino for your big day. This is it. For the past four years you've been up at 4 am and on the slopes with a protein shake by 4.20. You are, quite simply, in the shape of your life.
Now, it's the race and you're going great guns. Better than that: you're way out in the lead going into the second last jump. Your options are:
a) play it safe and win a GOLD medal. Your grandkids will tell their grandkids.
Consumers get bored quickly. They long to see things freshened up with a re-brand. Check out my recent post on how Greggs the baker is changing up its game to keep ensnaring unwitting fatties.
With this in mind, U.S. army supremo General David Petraeus has fired off an exciting memo to other war jocks telling them that the shitfight in Iraq has a brand new moniker: NEW DAWN.
I think it sounds effing great. I was getting dead bored of the current title - OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM - and NEW DAWN is wonderfully contemporary. It makes me think of how awesomely satisfying it is when the marines blow up all the Na-Vi in Cameron's "Avatar."
David Cameron is on the pre-election hearts and minds warpath this week.
Stepping out of Westminster, he's given relatively informal interviews to GMTV, Woman's Hour and weekly men's freesheet Shortlist.
Talking to R4 he said "If you want to be prime minister you should open up." And so he has.
It turns out he loves drinking cans of Guinness (Shortlist), and disapproves of the "commercialisation and sexualisation" of children (GMTV). That's why he doesn't like his six-year-old listening to Lily Allen. Oh yeah and he loves those common bedfellows that are darts and 'Lark Rise to Candleford.'
High street food chains have a history of half-inching posh habits and shoving them down the throat of the mainstream to earn a few more quid. Take the flat white coffee. A few years ago it was an in-the-know order at wanky spots like Monmouth Coffee and Fernandez & Wells. Now Costa and Starbucks have incorporated it into their brand/your lifestyle. Bottom-feeder Greggs the bakers is now following suit and going a little more upmarket. In an attempt to woo the southern softie market they are introducing soft lighting and dark-wood flooring. It's certainly a change of pace for no-nonsense Greggs. The narthern institution was established on Tyneside in 1964 and has been banging out dirt-cheap heart attack food (like stotties) ever since. Today, they pump out horrendously greasy baked stuff from 1,400 U.K. shops.
It seems that soon you'll be able to offset your sausage roll with a few olives and a flute of prosecco. But for the time being they haven't lost sight of their core offering. Check the 'fuck the obesity epidemic' ad of their website:
All children who are not raised in the Amazon dream of growing up to live in a treehouse. Usually, the childish dream peters out around the same time teens break out in spots. But the fantasy does not die on the vine for everyone.
