Sunday, August 26, 2007

Leonid The Magnificent


Today, I was tuning in to America's Got Talent (admittedly, a show that could have bombed badly like 'Do you Think I'm Hot?" but somehow comes across as surprisingly riveting).


As usual, there were indeed the unquestionable talents a.k.a the great singers and even greater acrobats/jugglers.


And then there where the comic-reliefs that are mandatory to keep ratings up.


But then, came a particular contestant that as much as he looked like another joke, was touchingly heartfelt, and won the judges over (eventually) and certainly the audience.


Leonid The Magnificent, the sword-balancing act, from Brooklyn ,NY, though I am certain he's Greek from his features and accent.


Dressed like a Victoria's Secret angel with testosterone overload at best (he's actually a good-looker sans the make-up of cos), and Mr Gay-Pride Day meets Bavarian fruit cake at worst (actually scoff if you like but seriously, it ain't all that bad, me thinks ), he went on his act with gusto and won Brandy over. But needless to say, the other two male judges were non-too-impressed (more likely distracted or turned-off).


Well, sincerity and real talent was still the focus of the show, so at the end of the segment, Brandy pleaded for Leonid to be called back for another round of deliberation (or potential humiliation ; Bad Bad Brandy) .


This was the punch line for possibly the entire season of this freak-talent show; what Leonid said (and what a tear jerk er .. sent the audience bawling) :





“Yes, for you I’m Christmas Tree, but for somebody else I can be a God.”



Piers decided to change his mind and give him one more chance. He was in .


I salute Leonid. :o)


Just go easy on the colors and boas next time ok? ...

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Jason Brooks ... Genius








What enthralls the observer when one picks up the Cds of Hed Kandi DJ albums, Virgin dance albums or the Fierce Angel remix albums? Their covers.

More specifically, the models on them.

Cool. Sexy. Chic. Catty. Classy. Come-hither. Modern. High fashion. At once ethereal but fabulous. These are the type of adjectives one will likely hear from fans world-wide.


Introducing Jason Brooks.


In my opinion the new Andy Warhol of this Millenium.


Not since Warhol with his glamorously camp pop-art technicolor touch in interpreting (and redefining) fashion in pop-culture, has there been an illustrator that redefines fashion and beauty in the current.

What Warhol had carved for himself in the history books of pop-fashion since the seventies and eighties; has not seen an apt replacement.


No one with the ability to 'bend (not blend) with the times'.

Indeed, since the late nineties, Brooks, in collaboration with the famous London club Pushca, single-handedly popularised the glamorous-clubbers and models look.

Brooks' no edgy fashion designer like Tom Ford, Michael Kors or Alexander McQueen. He's not a pivotal pop photographer like Karl Lagerfeld, David Lachapelle or Gille Bensimon.


He is not a product designer TRYING to be Warhol, TRYING to redefine pop-fashion. Like Philip Stark for instance.


Jason Brooks, is like Warhol, in that he is a true blue, artist/illustrator bar none.

He doesn't do Van Gogh or Picasso or Botero. All Brooks does is drawing his interpretation of what is TODAY. Not so much from his eyes, but from everybody else's'.


All he does, is add his Midas touch. He's trade mark cool-sexy-chic. He's strokes are clean, simple, un-cluttered. Ordered. Deliberate. He depicts the Classy and High-life; not the look but the sense of it. His depictions are glamorous-always. Yet, as cold and technical his work comes across, it still leaves one 'oh I wish I was there'-turned on.


His attention to facial symmetry is stunning so is his multi-cultural and racially-impartial expressions in the name of 'a globalised-future' depiction . He thus maintains that fine balance between sexy and being in-offensive.


Looking at his work also allows one to crave and envision oneself in his exclusive fictional world of loft-parties.


It's no wonder he has inspired even high-fashion labels like Versace, Valentino, Christian LaCroix among others, to have him there at their Ateliers.


Even his methodology is unique; was one of the first illustrators to adapt to the new medium of computers. This, combined with his love of drawing, helped to pioneer the new medium and bring about a revolution in the world of illustration as well as a rebirth of what had previously been seen by some as a disappearing art form.

So there. A HUGE fan here. One since the very first time I saw his works....everywhere.
~After you've seen his work , who needs Super-Supermodels like Tyra or Gisele, now ? (LOL, Juz Joking)~

Notorious KIM KOW ... be Damned


The feeling of being triumphant is just amazing.


Notorious Kim-Kow (No no ... not the rapper-diva Lil Kim; I luv her!!!), done it again !


She who is incredulously bossy, self-opinionated, self-absorbed, tree-barker b*t*h... tried to pull a fast one yet again.




"Oh, I'm attending this-this-this .... sorry but I think the WHOLE tutorial group cannot have lessons W/O me.... " .


Can F**king you believe it?!?!?!?!


Well, a well-planned rebuttal which I made back to the lecturer, kinda saved every body's a** from that K'niving Kow.


Hear that Kow? Take a freakin cab and come for lesson like EVERYBODY else.


Stoooopid sh*t girl. Nonsense.

Friday, August 24, 2007

KISSED Ass.


I'm so grounded over the weekend! I'm so gonna be broke!


My car ! My pimped-up ride is in for a hammering at the Welds!!! vv


Got knocked. Got bruised badly in the butt.


My whole day was in titer-tatters. Cats on hawt bricks.


Cos of tat .... Got screwed so badly being late (AGAIN!) for Dr. C's lesson. Arrrggghh.


Remorse. Regret. In avid wonder.


In vivid anger. Bruised butt. Burnt pockets. Damn driver.


Still shaken. Duhz.


An Anal ... NVER felt so bad.

Royal Tardiness


A busy bee. A thrill seeker. A non-casual harbinger . A perfectionist.


Put it all together and what you get is someone who pushes everything to the limit.


Some people can't accept that. Their staunch belief in gratification and prompt will be jarring.


"Take it to the limit!" I may holler but in silence. But to some, it's just unforgiveable. Undeniable. Un believable.


Impressions count. But impressions don't last 'less you take it to heart.


It's embarassing. But the situation shouldn't call for judgemental tendencies.


Live it . Let live.


Thursday, August 23, 2007

Hopeful ...


When there is the shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, one's hopeful that there is something good waiting at the other end; that the long, lonely wait is over and out.


That dues are paid and all will be better .


There comes that time. That time is now. For me.


Staying positive.


It might still be a case of so-near-yet-so-far eventually (dreaded!) but I remain hopeful.


Grappling with lotsa self-doubt, yes but no, I'm not going to be defeated. Not by my self.


Hopeful .

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Fashion POLICE is a crime


Here I was sitting down and tuning in to Channel 5 on the night they term it 'Crime Night.'


'Crime night' happens to be my favourite night on TV b'cos here we have CSI, Cold Case, Criminal Minds and Bones, back to back .


Suspense and the revelation for a full 3 hours. Revel in the ingenuity of both the criminal and the crime-solvers.


But, this night was a shocker. Criminal Minds was pushed back apparently and the dumbos at the broadcast station put 'Fashion Police' in its time slot.


OMG.


Don't get me wrong. I don't mind celebrities and designers going all ga-ga over the most hip and glam and the 'in' and 'so-last season'.


It's fun and light-hearted and sometimes self-reflective like 'Oh sh*t. I was wearing that this morning! I'm a goose!" haha.


But hey, it 's suppose to be 'CRIME NIGHT' .


'Fashion Police', despite it's name, it's NOT A show about crime-solving for GAWD SAKES (some designers out there might want to hit me for this, I know).


Hilarious.


But definitely a crime for Tuesday Crime night TV.


No matter how badly positioned that coif is. Or how moth-eaten that t-shirt is. Or how ripped-jeans is so eighties. B'cos I'm more likely to laugh off a bad dress-sense than to justify a thought of throwing the person in jail.


So whoever was the goof-ball who could hate the 50-cent Whore-Look so much to need to classify fashion mistakes as 'a crime' and then force it to the masses, has got to be way-over the top, prissy.


B'cos a crime is a crime when one thinks not what a crime is.


Respect the individual. :-)

LOL