Old hallows eve.

What halloween evening would it be without some zombie jazz moves?

Happy Halloween!

Joyeux anniversaire, Dominic

Nerdgasm.

I dare you not to get this stuck in your head.

May the force be with you, suckers.

They had style, they had GRACE.

Things Johnny Cash does.

Transcript

THINGS TO DO TODAY!

1. Not smoke
2. Kiss June
3. Not kiss anyone else
4. Cough
5. Pee
6. Eat
7. Not eat too much
8. Worry
9. Go see Mama
10. Practice Piano

NOTES: Not write notes

Play it again, Sam.

This song makes me want to dance slowly near a junkbox in a near empty bar on the outskirts of town, with one hand in my pocket and the other clutching a whiskey (straight, no junk in it).

Awesome band i stumbled across from Sydney - if you like something bluesy, dig it.

 

The Ballad of Budd & Elle

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Annie, are you okay?

As someone who once aspired to be a film director (a long shot, yes, i know but hey a girl can dream) i take great pleasure in watching a well constructed music video. One of my favourites would have to be Michael Jackson's 'Smooth Criminal' - excellent song, excellent choreography and in my opinion one of the best clips of all time (shut up, Kanye - Beyonce's got nothing on this). Enjoy.

The Adventures of Mark Twain.

In November of 1905, an enraged Mark Twain sent this superb letter to J. H. Todd, a patent medicine salesman who had just attempted to sell bogus medicine to Twain by way of a letter and leaflet delivered to his home. According to the literature Twain received, the 'medicine' in question - The Elixir of Life - could cure such ailments as meningitis (which had previously killed Twain's daughter in 1896) and diptheria (which had also killed his 19-month-old son). Twain, himself of ill-health at the time and very recently widowed after his wife suffered heart failure, was understandably furious and dictated the following letter to his secretary, which he then signed.

Transcript

Nov. 20. 1905


J. H. Todd
1212 Webster St.
San Francisco, Cal.


Dear Sir,


Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me. The handwriting is good and exhibits considerable character, and there are even traces of intelligence in what you say, yet the letter and the accompanying advertisements profess to be the work of the same hand. The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet; also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link. It puzzles me to make out how the same hand could have constructed your letter and your advertisements. Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me; and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. A few moments from now my resentment will have faded and passed and I shall probably even be praying for you; but while there is yet time I hasten to wish that you may take a dose of your own poison by mistake, and enter swiftly into the damnation which you and all other patent medicine assassins have so remorselessly earned and do so richly deserve.


Adieu, adieu, adieu!


Mark Twain 

I find it fitting to also note here that Mark Twain was born during a visit by Halleys Comet, and he predicted that he would "go out with it" as well.

5 years after the dating of this note, he passed away... the very day following the comet's return.

A royal appointment

Since Queen Elizabeth II is visiting our shores this week, I thought it to be as good a time as any to post this picture. 

And how do you do? 

Marilyn Monroe meets Queen Elizabeth II, 1956.

Here's to the night's that turned into mornings...

And the friends that turned into family...

Pin me up, buttercup.

Celebrity Edition #1

Carla Gugino

Isla Fisher

Kristen Bell

Malin Ackerman

Mila Kunis

Christina Aguleira

Amy Adams

Alexis Bleidel

Homage

Now i want to dance, i want to win, i want that trophy.

So dance good.

$5 Milkshake

This is a song from the Pulp Fiction soundtrack. A song not quite as memorable as the others in this movie but Tarantino sure knows how to pick some good tunes. This one is heard in the background at Jack Rabbit Slims - and is one of my personal favourites.

Oh sorry, i also promised you a $5 shake didn't i?

They dont put bourbon in it or nothin'.

Im going to go powder my nose...

That's 30 minutes away, I'll be there in 10.

Foot massage.

You can get a steak here, Daddyo...

Over the next few posts we will be celebrating the best movie evarrrr film Pulp Fiction which is turning 17 years old this week.

Why? Because we can... that and we feel bad because we missed it's Sweet 16th.

Expect it to begin binge drinking, sneaking out after curfew, talking back to its parents and kissing in cars with boys.

Image du jour, cinq.

Sixx Sense

Motley Crue bassist Nikki Sixx is not just a successful musician, but he is also a talented photographer whose images I must say I am very impressed by.

Whether it's capturing a moment in his whirlwind existence or creating a scene - his images are touching, vibrant and engaging. I find myself enthralled in the stories he tells us through the lens.

For an ex-heroin addict who has stared death in the face from a fatal overdose (yes, he died for two minutes - and came back to life...wrap your head around that one), and to come out the other end positively as a true and honest artist across many genres, gains my respect.

I put it to you to look upon his tumblr page and see for yourself - you'll be surprised that he isnt just a badass rocker with a pretty face afterall.

http://nsixxfoto.tumblr.com/

The tagline says it all:

"I'm a Recovering addict.Camera's are my new drug."

And I'm for one certainly glad he's hooked on this instead.

Peace.

 

Focus

Another short film I thought I'd share, this time by Ari Kruger.

Simple, but thought provoking tale about what can happen when you lose sight and connection of whats important.

The black and white film really sets the mood and i find the editing and cinematography quite fitting.

Enjoy the melancholy.

Image du jour, quatre.

Smooth.

G'z up, hoes down...

All you mother f**kers bounce to this.

Probably one of the coolest things i have ever seen.

That's right.

That's Frank Sinatra getting out of a helicopter.

With a glass of whiskey.

In a suit.

And you thought you were cool?

Amen.