Australian #2

Meet Gail Sorronda and her pretty designs. She is yet another Australian designer. I really like the black balloon dress. Don't you? Also i like that all of the photograohs of her clothes are in black and white. classy. 

noddy badge to you, Gail Sorronda. Sorry you grew up in Queensland. But thank you for making Winona Ryder, Mischa Barton and me really rather happy. 

 

Sexual Colour.

His name is Gabriel Wickbold. He is Brazilian. He is young. He is supercool. 

His photographs are a little bit creepy. a little bit out of the ordinary. a lot cool. I really like his pictures because they are so alive, and colourful and vibrant. I like them because they are not the norm. and also mostly because they involve beautiful naked people and lots of glitter and paint. fun. 

For pure creative artistry and the sheer balls to use all of those naked folk and paint. The noddy badge goes to Gabriel. nice work. 

Check out his website here. 

Rumi

I wish that i didn't love reading fashiontoast. Rumi is exactly the type of girl that fat, ordinary girls like me are supposed to hate. I mean come on, she walks around with a camera trained on her for every minute. what? crazyness. also, she is so pretty and skinny that i just want to hit her really hard with a volley ball filled with frozen butter. 

But. I dont. Mostly because she lives on the other side of the world but also mostly because she is pretty cool. I really like most of the stuff that she wears and i love her photographs too. She leads the kind of life that i wish that i lived. Mainly one in New York but also one filled with really cool people, who dress well and go to the theatre and have multiple talents and are cultured and clever. So i read her blog. Because the existence of naturally beautiful and habitually wealthy people fascinates me. 

So even if her noddy badge is a reluctant one. she gets one. just because.   

see if you agree. read her blog.  

Take the dive.

There is nothing quite like a really bad stage dive. Really and truly. When that person puts there life in the hands of thousands of unwilling strangers and they feel no shame whatsoever in dropping said person ON THEIR FACE...the world is not a just place but man oh man is it funny.

Now, i am not a masochistic maniac but i am perfectly able to find the humor in this kind of situation. When people who choose to do stupid, really really fun stuff and it just epically fails, it is really quite satisfying. So to all the stupid ass holes out there who risk their necks and faces so that all of us can have a good fat laugh at your expence. Thank you. Noddy Badge for you, loser.

xxx

Keep the funk.

Truly great drum and bass D.J's. Noddy badge for you. 

G.K's sunset

He describes the sun setting behind his neighbor's house as "flaming orange in the windows, as if the Mr. and Mrs. had spontaneously combust because of a faulty fuse, a frayed electrical chord or a box of oily rags in the basement." 

Only Garrison Keillor could pull that off with class. Now that man could write a filthy paragraph or two and still appear to be a perfect gentleman. I know that it is probably not very fashionable to enjoy his writing and it sure isn't going to earn me any cred whatsoever if i ever find myself in need of a topic at a dinner party in the upper-east side for radical thinkers or revolutionaries but i do love his books. Novels and memoirs alike. Although i do think that his Lake Wobegon books were/are his best. 

So, to G.K, thank you. For late-night stifled laughs and everything that i learned from your stories (fashionable or not). For that, from me, you get a Noddy Badge. and a half. 

If for nothing else then for writing a love poem after my own heart, brief, simple, rhyming: 

Kate Kate, 

She's so great,

I would wait eight hours straight,

To attend a fete

For Kate. 

Oh Claude.

Claude Maus. is. awesome. This is an undeniable fact in my mind. I am even willing to overlook the fact that he is Australian and the fact that he did away with the name Mamscalco for his very earnest sounding pseudonym in light of his extreme coolness. A graphic designer turned fashion designer, the use of fur and leather with such light cotton stuff is just so flippin' cool it makes me want to cut up my clothes and dye them all black and grey. I cant wait until i am rich and old so that i can wear some Claude Maus designs and (hopefully) pull them off. 

But until then, i shall just have to do with drooling over the latest collections as well as saying. "Oh Claude, Noddy Badge for you, well deserved, good on you mate." 

Here is the website, check out some Claude for yourself here. 

Below The Knees.

I have the most sporadic and random taste in music humanly possible. Really, no joke. From hard-core practically lyric-less hip hop to old california rock. All of this aside, there are a couple of staple favorites that are a common streak on my list of tops. While everything else spiders off into random and unheard of directions, The Shins are always around. I don't really care when their last album was released or how long it has been since they wrote something new (a very long time). All of their stuff sounds the same and they are miles behind everybody else but i love them, for real, they make a bad day bearable and a good day really great. 

So here's to The Shins. Big it up for unarticulated lyrics and historic albums. 

Noddy badge for you. 

xxx