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Here's the trailer for Wes Anderson's first animated film, Fantastic Mr. Fox, featuring the voices of the usual Anderson posse (Jason Schwartzman, Willem Dafoe, Bill Murray, Angelica Huston, Owen Wilson, et al), and starring Meryl Streep and George Clooney. Mario Batali also lends his voice talents (hmmmm).

Thank you, Andy!

via dailywhat


"The Harvesters" by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Thomas Campbell's favourite work in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Campbell is the museum's recently appointed director and only the ninth in its 139-year history.

Read more about Campbell in a dishy profile (well, as dishy as pieces get when you're writing about a guy whose passion is 15th century tapestries) by Rebecca Mead in this week's issue of the New Yorker


"I feel like I’ve been sick of Lululemon since it opened"


"Whatever the truth of the matter, the episode is a sign of a company run by fast-moving free-and-fuzzy-thinkers, who grant huge autonomy to their store managers while passing down bizarre corporate materials like the Lululemon Athletica Success Chakra, an eight-point wheel of instruction enumerating the routes to “wealth,” “long-term human relationships,” and a “superior immune system.” The first piece of advice is, “Determine your aptitudes and turn them into money.” There are also helpful nuggets about avoiding soft drinks, forgiving your parents, and having a cigarette now and then. Overall, it doesn’t really make any sense, but it’s the essence of Lulu: good karma and great cash flow."

New York Magazine: How Yoga Brand Lululemon Turned Fitness Into a Spectator Sport

From Mel- having grown up in the city that spawned this absurd yoga leviathan I feel like I’ve been sick of Lululemon since it opened. Probably because, like your more pretentious forms of vegetarian/veganism, I hate any “lifestyle” that presumes a spiritual or ethical superiority while really being all about privilege.

The comparison hinted at between Starbucks and Lululemon is perfect, except that Starbucks really opened up the whole arena of designer coffee and made way for all those local sceney coffee shops populated by tattooed hipsters who sneer at the megabrand that granted them the audacity to charge me $4.00 for a coffee in the first place. Lululemon, on the other hand, seems to still be a singlular kind of creature with no emergent simulacra on the horizon yet, like a corporate platypus. I shudder to think what might evolve from the concept of designer fitness + spirituality (designer spirituality + fitness? Choose your own ordering)

from your beauty must be rubbing off (a.k.a. the ever-wonderful Michelle)

The Last Emperor

"Compared to us, the rest are making rags."

--Karl Lagerfeld to Valentino Garavani after his 45-year anniversary celebration haute couture show

To escape the heat this afternoon, I scurried into a theatre to watch Valentino: The Last Emperor.

After listening to director Matt Tyrnauer on Q and reading the August 2004 Vanity Fair article that sparked the filmmaker's interest in Valentino and his partner Giancarlo Giammetti, I had to see this film, and it was the perfect little treat on such a hot day.

I already know that it will be a better movie than the hotly anticipated documentary September Issue, an ingenious vehicle to boost up slumping sales for Vogue and its ad pages. It is reported that Anna Wintour will be doing the film premiere circuit in August to help kick off the film.

And while Wintour has a vested interest in the success of the film, Valentino--who retired in 2007--has absolutely none in The Last Emperor, which makes his involvement and support in the project all the more surprising.

This film is not remarkable for its style or technique. It is simply a joy to watch because it channels a kind of beauty and glamour that disappeared from fashion a long time ago. Predictably, the film laments the force of mega-conglomerate holding groups in the industry but I think this film offers so much more.

Tyrnauer spoke to the incredible love between Valentino and Giammetti on Q but it's missing from the Vanity Fair article. The film, however, conveys it loud and clear. Throughout the film, people remark on the unique quality of their enduring relationship. Valentino is every bit the caricature he made himself to be in photographs and interviews. He is temperamental, passionate, and hyperbolic. Giammetti, the younger and more prudent part of the duo, is remarkable to watch and listen to. His patience, restraint, and enduring loyalty is love. He is the star of the movie, and Valentino is the spectacle.

And besides the love story, there is eye candy and dirt for fans of fashion. Valentino made few suits and never designed accessories. It was all about the dresses and there are many and all of them are perfect. The title sequence shows a 2007 haute couture collection and the drama and glamour in that show is enough to take your breath away. And yes, if you liked that video of making Chanel haute couture from New York magazine, this is like watching 90 minutes of that video, enhanced by the colourful personalities of the seamstresses and the designer. Plus, there are all the beautiful (and rich) women who wear the dresses so well.

This is very good escapism. Entering this world is like paying a visit to another time. It's easy to see why the designer lasted longer than any other. Reverence for his work and his person come from so many famous fashion including Andre Leon Talley, Giorgio Armani, and Jeanne Beker. The Last Emperor is a valentine to Valentino.


* Maybe you can help me with something if you've seen the movie too. Who is the writer who interviews Valentino very enthusiastically, leaning in ever so close? She is a front-row staple ... can't remember her name and it's driving me crazy.



I had a dream, I stood beneath an orange sky

Saturday Sky by You Can Count On Me

Fireworks Lightning Apocalypse by Arainek via Consensus

Music for an Orange Sky


The Hills are Alive

"Lauren Crying" Karin Bubas's new work at the Charles H. Scott Gallery.

For Audrina, Heidi, Lauren, and Jason, click here


What would you do?

Here's a difficult scenario: your old college roommate, your childhood friend, your sister, someone you really love and care about asks you to be part of their wedding party. You're thrilled and honoured to be part of their very special day. And then they explain their idea for a "unique and unforgettable" wedding entrance they have in mind. It goes a little something like this:

"Yes," he or she says, "we're going to dance to Chris Brown and then post it on the Internet. It's going to destroy anything you've ever seen on So You Think You Can Dance."

What do you do? Say goodbye to your dignity or your friend/family member?

video via Daily What

P.S. The bride in the video is so not into it!


I couldn't put it down

The copy is awkward but the art is brilliant.

Unputdownable. A new ad campaign by Saatchi and Saatchi.

Meatlovers, this is what we're up against

Penolo Pea Pod

Pork! Pork! Pork!

Sad Mag's editorial board went out for dinner last night at the Irish Heather. We had Orchard Hill cider (DELICIOUS) with Braised Cabbage & Mashed Potatoes and (wait for it.....) Roasted Suckling Pig with Apple-Rosemary Sauce. It was "seeeew geeeewd," said this guy.

Our dinner reminded me of a bowl of ramen served at the legendary Momofuku Noodle Bar. It was a bowl of noodles and pork so delicious, I've written about it before, and I'll never forget. So it annoys me to read that the Pâté Police are protesting at this beloved downtown joint:
True to its “sustained presence” policy, the Animal Protection & Rescue League, the group that picketed Momofuku Noodle Bar back in May for serving foie gras, will hold another protest outside of the restaurant this Sunday from 7 p.m. till 9 p.m. Organizer Bryan Pease tells us, “We have sent lots of follow-up information to David Chang since the last protest months ago, and the Humane Society of the United States even sent him a letter, but so far no change.” Ya don’t say? Just to make things even more media-friendly, this will be a bicoastal protest, with picketers simultaneously gathering at Mille Fleurs restaurant in the APRL’s hometown of San Diego. We’re assuming the commenters who lashed out against the organization’s last demonstration will have something to say about this one (hell, maybe they’ll even show up), but know that the group isn’t just about shoving their message down the throat of restaurateurs — according to their newsletter, they’re also handing out free vegan bites at San Diego Comic-Con!
Get a life. P.S. Have you heard of a place called Au Pied de Cochon?


Other weapons of Martin Picard's insane culinary genius can be seen here.

Locally, PETA types can be found regularly picketing Fuel (and Gastropod, while it was still there) on 4th Avenue. Both are very lovely restaurants which source local, responsibly produced, and organic food, when are where possible. Still, Liberation BC shakes up the yuppy dwelling zone known as Kitsilano with obnoxious protests, which they have documented here. Back in the day, Gastropod issued a statement to their customers via facebook, claiming that the activist group reserved seats and left hem empty to make their protests look more effective.

Now, before you write to me and accuse of being a conscienceless glutton, do yourself a favour: just taste it. Then you can properly decide who's in the right. In Vancouver, foie gras can be found at the restaurants and shops marked on the map below, as well as these locations, according to LiberationBC.

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Also, here's an article that begins: "In some circles, admitting you eat foie gras is like saying you enjoy drowning kittens in your spare time." Anna Zakewska reports on "ethical" foie gras, made only in Spain.

with files from NYMag Grubstreet


Too easy

I'm skipping yoga today. It's too easy. Look, anyone can do it.

More drunk people yoga poses

Some Love for Kanye

I think I like this video:

It almost makes up for this other "gem" from the Kanye oeuvre.



Reading lamp, designed by French designers Jun Yasumoto, Alban Le Henry, Olivier Pigasse and Vincent Vandenbrouck, is wonderfully simple: it's "a lamp that shuts off when you put a book on it, and that turns on when you take your book to read it."

via Core77


Think of this when you're watching the Half-Blood Prince

Thanks, Michelle.

Writing about Sex

WEEEEEEEEEEKEND! Why don't we kick off your Wet Hot Canadian summer with an excerpt from the latest issue of Harper's by Wallace Shawn? In this piece, "Writing about Sex," Mr. Shawn asks you to take your clothes off for the good of humanity.
My local newspaper, the New York Times, for example, does not include images of naked people. Many of its readers might enjoy it much more if it did, but those same readers still might not buy it if such images were in it, because it could no longer present the portrait of a normal, stable, adequate world--a world not ideal but still good enough--which it is the function of the Times to present every day. Nudity somehow implies that anything could happen, but the Times is committed to telling its readers that many things will *not* happen, because the world is under control, benevolent people are looking out for us, the situation is not as bad as we tend to think, and although problems do exist, they can be solved by wise rulers. The contemplation of nudity or sex could tend to bring up the alarming idea that at any moment human passions might rise up and topple the world we know.

But perhaps it would be a good thing if people saw themselves as a part of nature, connected to the environment in which they live. Sex can be a humbling, equalizing force.... When the sexuality of the terrifying people we call "our leaders" is for some reason revealed, they lose some of their power--sometimes all of it--because we're reminded (and, strangely, we need reminding) that they are merely creatures like the ordinary worm or beetle that creeps along the edge of the pond.
Read the rest of the essay on Harper's website (get your credit card out) or in Shawn's forthcoming book, Essays.

[Basically copied from The Awl's newsletter]


“Darling, remember when we downloaded Sons and Lovers in Napa Valley?”

How can I impress strangers with the gem-like flame of my literary passion if it’s a digital slate I’m carrying around, trying not to get it all thumbprinty?

Books not only furnish a room, to paraphrase the title of an Anthony Powell novel, but also accessorize our outfits. They help brand our identities. At the rate technology is progressing, however, we may eventually be traipsing around culturally nude in an urban rain forest, androids seamlessly integrated with our devices.

--James Wolcott, "What’s a Culture Snob to Do?," Vanity Fair

Patrick Watson - Wooden Arms


How to Make Chanel

Today Brandon told me that he wore a stunning Dior Homme jacket with a price tag that made my jaw drop. But that's just the little leagues when we're talking asking prices for fabulous fashion. Ever wonder why a couture dress costs more than just a pretty penny? This video from New York magazine might enlighten you. Says Amy Odell:
Every piece of haute couture clothing is the product of hours upon hours of manual labor.
Ok, so anyone whose ever picked up a copy of Vogue knows about the toil and artistry involved in producing haute couture, but it's a whole other beast to see it in action!
Chanel gave us exclusive video footage of its seamstresses turning a Karl Lagerfeld sketch into a finished dress and jacket with a five-figure price tag. Each pattern is made and cut by hand. Each sequin is painstakingly sewn on by hand. Every inch of piping and each seam is hand-pinned.
See what "attention to detail" really means:

"The Making of a Chanel Haute Couture Outfit," New York magazine


If your typeface was a prostitute

The (first-ever) sex and art issue of Wallpaper* is very nice and very naughty. The focus on design and art issues related to sex is surprising and inventive. Check out this feature from the magazine's website/store: Typographic Tart Cards !

Tart cards are the means by which many London prostitutes advertise their services. Step into almost any central London phone box and you can contemplate up to 80 cards inviting you to be tied, teased, spanked or massaged.

Even if a police crackdown, the internet and the increasing use of mobile phones suggest their days are numbered, tart cards are still so pervasive they are now regarded as items of accidental art and have something of a cult following. Once on the periphery of design, tart cards have influenced the work of many mainstream artists such as Royal Academician Tom Phillips and Sex Pistols designer Ray and Nils Stevenson.

In conjunction with St Bride Library and Type, we asked designers – from students to superstars – to find the tart hiding in every type and create their own graphic numbers. Along with a selection in the magazine, all 450 cards can be viewed here. They will also be on display at KK Outlet, London from 22nd to 29th June. Click here for the invite to the show.
In among this plethora of brilliant, witty graphic designs we would like to highlight the serious issue that lies at the heart of the world of tart cards – the plight of trafficked women in the sex industry. It is a subject touched eloquently on by Mike Dempsey of Studio Dempsey, who is a volunteer at the Helen Bamber Foundation which helps rebuild lives broken by human rights violations. While our exhibition is an ode to the graphic qualities of the tart card phenomena, Dempsey's design is a pertinent reminder of the sinister world that lies beneath every card.

Thanks Wallpaper*

There's so much I want to tell you

  • Tina Fey is RICH! — "30 Rock — the show for whose Emmy win Tina Fey once thanked its "dozens of viewers," and which was perpetually on the brink of cancellation until it received an unlikely assist from Sarah Palin last fall — has been sold for syndication."

  • You should buy this t-shirt; the graphic is amazing:

  • You should buy this t-shirt; it saves animals:

  • Three Little Pigs was reinterpreted by frequent NYTimes illustrator, Steven Guarnaccia. This time the trio of porky friends are Le Corbusier, Frank Lloyd Wright and Frank Gehry, fighting to keep the big bad wolf from blowing down houses made of glass, stone, mortar and brick designed by great architects of the 20th century.

    Guarnaccia's edition of "The Three Little Pigs" is available in Italian and English, from contemporary art book publisher Corraini. A follow-up to his version of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears," in which Goldilocks finds contentment in Baby Bear's 1946 LCW chair by Charles and Ray Eames, makes clear Guarnaccia has a talent for conflating art with the art of storytelling.
    (from coolhunting; images from 'round the interweb)


Better than Pi Day

Shortly after midnight on Wednesday (July 8), comes the moment that can be called 12:34:56 7/8/9. It only happens once a century!


Fireworks really suck

In less than three weeks, mayhem will take over Vancouver as the HSBC Celebration of Light continues the tradition of bringing drunken yahoos into the shores of English Bay and Kits beach to watch bright explosions in the sky.

Admittedly, as a young impressionable woman, I have taken part in these beach-based celebrations myself and indulged in libations on the sand. However, I hate the long waits for the bus, the third-world-like public transportation options, and the general chaos that accompanies it. My least favourite part of the whole affair though, are the actual fireworks because they are pretty much meaningless and the incongruent response both confuses and frustrates me to no end.

In the summer months, the Celebration of Light is possibly the only event that manages to unite Vancouverites. It bears no relation to the culture and arts that the city's artists have to offer (like the jazz festival or the MusicFest Vancouver) or showcase anything else Vancouver should truly celebrate. Instead, we are offered a pyrotechnics show and we lap it up. This is embarrassing.

Inspired by similar affairs throughout the US for Independence Day, Troy Patterson's article "Fireworks Really Suck" perfectly sums up my feelings about the coming pandemonium:
The professional fireworks display is an exercise in pomposity, aggression, triumphalism, and hubris. The pyrotechnician—and, more importantly, his patron—intends to ornament the night sky beyond the powers of God himself. He means to inspire awe for little purpose other than to demonstrate his power. The first great fireworks nuts in the Western world were Peter the Great (who put on a five-hour show to celebrate the birth of his first son) and Louis XIV (who, with a specially equipped sundial, used them to tell time at Versailles). Fireworks are imperialist and, as we used to say in school, hegemonic. That they are popularly believed to be populist entertainment does not say much for the populace.

No way were all men created equal. According to some of the country's top statisticians, exactly half of them are below average, and that is the segment of the population most likely to get too excited about fireworks. Other species highly intrigued by bright lights include moths and venison. Hearing people hoot lustily at a crossette or chrysanthemum, I assume that they are the same sort who lined up at bear-baiting pits back in the day and, in modern times, watch Howie Mandel reality shows.

...there is more satisfaction in watching actual stuff explode—cars, volcanoes, toasters, what have you—than in witnessing explosions that produce only bombast. When fireworks blow up, the only things up-blowing are the fireworks themselves.

More reasons why fireworks are stupid

Why have I been posting so much junk?

Because the article skimmer for the New York Times--my primary source for healthy brain food--is broken. What's wrong with it?

The Michael Jackson Approval Matrix

I just watched the episode of The Simpsons where Michael Jackson helps Bart write a song for Lisa's eighth birthday. It rates among some of MJ's better moments in the 1990s. In fact, it's sweet (while maintaining a persistent undercurrent of possible indecency).

Where do other Michael landmarks rate on an oversimplified guide to his life and influence? See (and click) below.

via NYMag

"Oh, you want proof I took Honors English in high school?"

Look! Someone wanted everyone to know that he or she buys all their books in the gift section of Urban Outfitters!

Laughs and condescendence courtesy LATFH.com


Sad Mag and Spaghetti Cat

Party coverage from SAD MAG's lead designer extraordinaire: Lon !



I've been days behind but I just love this front cover..

"Just two days after his death I’ve read and heard more than I need to about Michael Jackson’s messed-up life. The subject of his death has already mutated into a circular discussion about the story and the way the media are covering it and the latest updates and the way the media are covering them (and now in my small way I’m joining in).

"But the cover of next week’s Time does something different. This cover is the best memorial for Jackson I’ve seen yet. No hype, no weirdness, no judgement. Just a stripped down normal-looking human posing and smiling in jeans and vest."

--Mag Culture



Easy there, Miracle Whip.

Like Subaru and social media before it, Kraft's lower-fat emulsion of eggs, vegetable oil and "one-of-kind spices" has gone punk rock.

--The Awl