Hienostunut sonni

The bull wins.

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:43:39 +0200

The bull wins.

Before.

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:42:00 +0200

Before.

Father John Misty. Hieno mies. “I ran down the road, pants...

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:41:16 +0200

Father John Misty. Hieno mies.

“I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming “please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!”
And I’m writing a novel because it’s never been done before”

Dog is great.

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 23:45:13 +0200

Dog is great.

The sound you hear is hipster minds blown everywhere. Amazing...

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 23:42:50 +0200

The sound you hear is hipster minds blown everywhere. Amazing version.

Sid Mashburn, Jake Davis Test Shots.

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 21:32:53 +0300

Sid Mashburn, Jake Davis Test Shots.

Uniform.

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 21:31:59 +0300

Uniform.

Rest in peace, Mr. Helm.

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 11:37:56 +0300

Rest in peace, Mr. Helm.

Celebrate your success.

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 01:24:49 +0300

Celebrate your success.

Club Monaco does Richie Tenenbaum.

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 01:23:04 +0300

Club Monaco does Richie Tenenbaum.

Mr. Sutherland.

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:39:56 +0200

Mr. Sutherland.

No Lean here.

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:38:36 +0200

No Lean here.

Ali.

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:37:20 +0200

Ali.

Pinterest is the new black, but then again…

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:36:52 +0200

Pinterest is the new black, but then again…

File under: Men and their drinks.

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:35:24 +0200

File under: Men and their drinks.

A movie adaptation of a Vodka ad

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:21:35 +0200

I don’t know who Lauren Bans is (a writer for GQ) and I’m sure what this is (damn funny, make that: poingnant, mean and funny). But I like it. A review of New Year’s Eve, one of of GQ’s Worst Movies of the Year:

New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve feels like the movie adaptation of a vodka ad. There’s an orgy of pretty people wearing sparkly clothes, spewing lines of dialogue composed by a committee seemingly intent on selling things. They’re slogans, really. Like: “How do you explain the entire world coming together on one night?” “The countdown begins!” “Let’s do it!” “Somebody’s gonna have a happy New Year tonight!” “Are you amazed yet?” And “You may have just found The One.” Don’t tell me you can’t see every single one of these sentences on the side of a bus, printed in bold letters beneath a picture of a sweating bottle of vodka. Or hear them in the chorus of a Black Eyed Peas song—the auditory version of a vodka ad.

But you know what this movie is actually selling? OUR DIGNITY. (Along with those last few wisps of Robert De Niro’s soul.) It’s like returning a defective microwave to The Home Depot and having them put the same defective microwave in a shiny new microwave box for a repackaging fee of $12. You’ve seen New Year’s Eve already. It was called CrazyStupidLoveActuallyValentinesDay. And this year’s mutation doesn’t try half as hard as last year’s Valentine’s Day at silly things like “plot,” “character development,” and “logic.” Which is, I know, akin to saying “Hitler didn’t try half as hard as Eichmann to be nice!” Please don’t infer that Valentine’s Day is good. New Year’s Eve, though, defies even basic expectations. An example: Jon Bon Jovi stars in this movie. He plays a singer named “Jensen.” I’m pretty sure director Garry Marshall just handed him the International Pain Scale and pointed to the face he wanted Bon Jovi to attempt in each scene. Every interaction with him begins with another character unsubtly illuminating his emotional status for us: “Jensen, you look sad!” or “Jensen, you must be so happy right now!”

Also—and this is where I would usually text-scream SPOILER ALERT, if there was something here to be spoiled—Robert De Niro plays a curmudgeon dying of cancer, refusing treatment for some inexplicable reason. The very professional doctors taking care of him say loudly, within earshot of his room, “I doubt he’ll make it even minutes into the New Year” and “I’m surprised he hasn’t died already! What is he holding on for?” Naturally, the Times Square ball drop. Because lifelong New Yorkers love Times Square on New Year’s Eve. His last wish is to go up to the hospital roof and watch it. (In fact: “The only reason I picked this dirty, short-staffed hospital is because I know the roof has a good view of Times Square!”) He gets to the roof. He dies with a smile on his face just moments into the New Year. Cut to Josh Duhamel, in a parallel vignette, waxing Hallmark poetic on the importance of hope to a bloated ensemble of dead-eyed actors who can’t even bother to rouse themselves for the paycheck. Even the extras can’t get up for this movie.

Here’s the good news: At some point Marshall and his team will run out of holidays. Eventually. Until then, from the producers of Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve, comes Columbus Day. And Summer Friday. And, ultimately, Yom Kippur (Tagline: “We’re hungry! For love.”) and Veteran’s Day (“Falling in love doesn’t require legs.”) Then this mind-numbingly pasteurized genre will expire. To quote New Year’s Eve, “Let the countdown begin.”

I just might have to see it now.

Lavenham! If it’s good enough for Mr. Brendon Babenzien,...

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:11:23 +0200

Lavenham! If it’s good enough for Mr. Brendon Babenzien, it’s good enough for me.

tresbienshop: Get the chance to win a €400 bag from...

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:07:41 +0200

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Hemingway probably wasn’t talking just about himself. Via...

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 21:02:04 +0200

Hemingway probably wasn’t talking just about himself. Via F.E. Castleberry.

When you’re looking for inspiration, never overlook Sid...

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 15:08:41 +0200

When you’re looking for inspiration, never overlook Sid Mashburn.