Australian Lingerie Brand. Spring 2011 ad campaign. Justifying the belief that housewives are secretly pretty and damn sexy...
30.5.11
Volkswagon aqua, a hovercraft...
This hovercraft is still a concept people, so no posing on the beach like you stole the latest gadget from your father James Bond..
Hydrogen cell powered engine, all terrain hovercraft, designed by Yuhan Zhang (21 years old)..
LINK IT TO ME!!!
24.5.11
Passionfruit Cheesecake
Passionfruit Cheesecake
1 cup sweet biscuit crumbs (I use NICE bikkies)
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup cornflour
1/2 cup cream
1/3 butter (melted)
2 tbsps of lemon juice
2 x 250 block of philly cheese
3 x 55g eggs, lightly beaten
3/4 cup caster sugar
1 tin of passionfruit pulp (170g)
1. Combine biscuit crumbs and butter well, then press into the base of a 20cm spring form pan, chill in the fridge. Preheat oven to 150 degrees.
2. Beat Philly until smooth (i use a blender for this recipe but handheld mixer is fine).
3. Stir in caster sugar, cream, eggs, lemon juice, baking powder and cornflour, oh and some love :o)
4. Take prepared pan with base out of fridge and pour mixture in and spread evenly.
5. Dollop passionfruit pulp on surface of cake about 3 cms apart and use a spoon or butter knife to swirl into cake.
6. Place in oven for 60 minutes or until looks like my picture where the top has all broken apart as it's risen, then allow to cool for like 15 minutes and then refrigerate for 2-3 hours before serving.
note: With the left over passionfruit syrup I like to keep it and pour it onto my slice of cake and ice cream as topping. :o) hope you enjoy xoxoxox
16.5.11
15.5.11
a letter to Victoria's Secret
taken from fashionising.com (online bible for fashion critique)
Written by Daniel P Dykes on 14.05.11 in Fashion advertising
Dear Victoria's Secret,
I respect you. This I cannot deny.
It's a respect that comes largely out of how exceedingly successful at creating your business you've been. After all, you've created a label that so many people perceive to be a luxury fashion house, and yet it isn't. For one, your goods are not made by artisans. And then there's the fact that your stores can be found in every part of America that I've ever been to, and I suspect you're also inside all the shopping malls that I never will enter. But luxury fashion houses aren't really like this, and yet the perception remains clear in the masses' heads: Victoria's Secret = luxury lingerie. Over the last 30 years your marketing machine has created something of a paradox in this notion of "common luxury" and I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that's no easy feat
But, as of late, that same marketing machine has started to feel a little tired. The first irrefutable sign was your 2010 Christmas video. Directed by Michael Bay of Transformers fame it was all loud noise and bright flashes. It was also pretty damn cool, if you're a 15 year old boy. But I'm not, and neither are your customers. There have been other signs along the way of course (model as mannequin courtesy of Photoshop, for instance), but I've always been willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and see our differences of opinion as a result of the cultural divide that is the Atlantic Ocean. But this month we've seen the first video component of your 2011 'Bombshell' campaign and I have to be honest: it leaves me without a doubt that part of your marketing effort, the video part, is really missing the boat.
In fact, I'm writing to tell you that the boat has sailed. It's the 21st Century and we're living through a golden age of design, a period where we as customers want to have real experiences with what we buy. Nay, we want to have emotional experiences. We want need to believe. And your latest video campaign offers up none of that.
Frankly, it feels a little bit too last decade
William Butler Yeats.. ♥
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Nobel Prize winning Irish dramatist, author and poet.. Poems I adore from this brilliant man...
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Into the twilight
OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Your mother Eire is always young,
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.
He remembers forgotten beauty
WHEN my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God’s eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.
5.5.11
global joke on us about sushi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQGbK6tTZrM&feature=player_embedded
Script
Script
Here’s the transcript (written by me!) if you can’t watch the video.
(A pair of Japanese guy and girl at a table in a “Western” restaurant)
Guy: I just got back from Australia. You should see what we’re getting away with at our restaurants down there.
(showing a piece of fish on his fork)
We serve this fish… raw!
(showing a piece of fish on his fork)
We serve this fish… raw!
Girl: What?! Really?
Guy: True. And we tell them it’s a Japanese delicacy.
Girl: And they believe you?
Guy: Yeah, they’re nuts!
And that’s not all. When they get to the restaurant, we make them take their shoes off. At the end of the day too, when their feet are really smelly!
And that’s not all. When they get to the restaurant, we make them take their shoes off. At the end of the day too, when their feet are really smelly!
Girl: Peeeoooo!
Guy: Unbelievable. Then we make them sit on the floor.
Girl: The floor?
Guy: Yeah, we say it’s traditional.
Then we get rid of their cutlery, and make them eat with two little sticks.
Then we get rid of their cutlery, and make them eat with two little sticks.
Girl: Little sticks?
Guy: Yeah.
Girl: But how?
Guy: Both in the one hand.
Girl: (trying to use the chopsticks) This really sucks.
Guy: Hang on, I haven’t finished.
Sometimes we get a chef who does a pissweak juggling act (mimicking a teppanyaki chef) to cook at their table, splattering them with hot fat!
Sometimes we get a chef who does a pissweak juggling act (mimicking a teppanyaki chef) to cook at their table, splattering them with hot fat!
Girl: Surely you’re kidding!
Guy: No, no – it goes all over them. But here’s the best bit…
We’ve named the food after Japanese swear words.
(deliberating) “Teppanyaki”
We’ve named the food after Japanese swear words.
(deliberating) “Teppanyaki”
Girl: Pfffttt…
Guy: “Sushi”
Girl: (disgusted) Eeehhh?!
Guy: (laughs) It’s true..!
“Tempura”
“Tempura”
Girl: You can’t say that! That’s obscene!!
Guy: There’s more…
Girl: No…
Guy: “Yakitori”
Girl: Aaaiiieee…
Guy: But here’s my favourite bit. At the end of the night, when they’re really pissed, we make them stand up in front of everyone, and to a crappy backing tape they sing songs by… Barry Manilow!
Girl: (mock-dancing) Copacabana…
Guy: (laughs)
Girl: Let’s have a toast to your global practical joke.
What a bunch of Sushis!
What a bunch of Sushis!
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