Ponsonby Market Day
Saturday 19th March, 2011
Perfume and bread.
Monogamy; from Mars
Mushroom accord from CB I Hate Perfume’s Earth series, $30 for 15ml absolute.
Simple, for-the-people white button mushrooms - they’re freshly cut, bouncy, bobbly and clean, in a salad with barely scented bitter greens and nasturtiums, and a couple of dandelions.
Subject: look at the hand movements!
Badiou is like […]
and Žižek’s like !.,.»!!
Review by Elena
I recently won this pair of shoes. They were in a prize pack, and when I opened the lid, I was every sort of disappointed and on the cusp of a hissy fit. They were not the ones I wanted. These were petrifying, to say the least. So big. So shiny. And the word “adidas” is not at all subtle. If you saw a line up of pairs of many different types of shoes, and a line up of the people whose shoes these were, you would only put these in your top ten shoes I might wear, if there were less than ten options. They are just about the most contrasting thing to my being that there is. But in saying that, I reckon I can pull them off. Over about 50 hours and with the help of many different people’s opinions, I decided to take the plunge and cut the tags off, and even wear them outside. The shoes are now mine. They are mega comfy- except each time I step downwards the back rubs against the back of my ankle and this is irritating and sort of sore after a while- but I am dealing with that by walking with more swagger. It works. And now, it feels like me and these shoes have had an arranged marriage, where we didn’t know each other to begin with, and they weren’t my first choice as beau, but circumstances have dictated that we be together, and I have learnt to care for them. As my physio said, “they are the bomb”.
Colours blah blah leopard print loafers, perfect socks.
(images via Style.com)
A good cleanser to use when you’re too tired/drunk to be bothered washing your face/eye make up off properly. Oil based but not super heavy, it works with or without water, is gentle and smells like lilies.
TV show - TV One, 9:30pm Wednesday nights
Review by Elena
Noted the TV show’s title in the TV guide around dinner time, and a decision was made to watch it. Duly switched the channel over from Wife Swap, and was greeted by the show’s presenter/protagonist whipping his willy out, along with four other men, standing in front of circular holes in walls, whilst a group of women on the other side judged their relatively different penises. It wasn’t what I had in the least expected from the show’s title, but we continued to watch. A lot of gratuitous penis-shots, including ‘jelqing’, done classily using a sillohuette shot of him stretching said penis, which he allegedly did up to 200 times a day. To monitor penis growth throughout the shows duration, the presenter took a novelty cast of his penis, using a kit to make it into a vibrator for his wife in the form of his own penis. Our token male audience member was most disturbed by the cosmetic filler injections into the shaft of a man’s penis, with the rest of us being more disturbed by laser eye surgery, in an un-penis related aspect of the show. The presenter’s general conclusion seemed to be that his penis had been enlarged, and demonstrated this to his wife by waving said cast in her face. When she refused to even touch it, or agree to his happy self proclamation of it’s growth, he told her, rather fittingly, that she’d “have to find out the hard way”.
Lemonade, aka Lemonade Apple
Aesthetically not very pleasing. Taste, without knowing it was a Lemonapple (will now be known as Lemonapple as Lemonade does not sit well with me) I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. Very mild in the lemon-taste, certainly not an alternative to either the Lemon or Apple but rather their illegitimate child who (like us all) only got a handful of good things as opposed to everything like you would assume a G.E Lemonapple would.
*note. Probably not G.E at all.. infact i’m sure it’s the exact opposite. Lack of information can only lead me to dream of scientists playing god.
Juliet, her mother and her nurse have been discussing the prospect of Juliet marrying the eligible Paris. Juliet and her mother have been standing in front of an invisible mirror, studying their own and each other’s reflections. Lady Capulet in this production is a Russian trophy wife, wearing very high heels and a tight strapless dress, full of erotic appeal in a strong, defined way. Juliet, in a light, simple knee-high frock with thin straps, tries poses which emulate her mother’s, only more exaggerated and flowing - Juliet has a girlish, fanciful, daisy-chain-wearing way of carrying herself. She puts out her arms and her hands make graceful curlicues. As the nurse chatters away, Juliet’s mother stands behind her daughter and lifts her chin evaluatively, tucks her skirt up to look shorter, slips the girl’s shoulder straps off to see how she looks with bare shoulders. Her nurse helps Juliet put on red stilettos. At the end of the scene, Lady Capulet has left the room, and Nurse is waiting for Juliet as she stands in front of the mirror one last time before the party. “Come, Juliet, and seek happy nights to happy days!” she says, alluding to her impending planned marriage, since she has agreed to meet Paris tonight and hopefully fall in love with him. The music rises and Juliet, still staring at herself in the implied mirror, raises her arms, beautifully, and swivels her shoulders to begin a series of graceful turns towards the door, where she leans against the doorway for a moment, gazing into the audience, into the future, before exiting. She carries herself in a way which tells us: I know everything, I know nothing. And this is a girl who is about to fall in love; an iconic, legendary love. The potential for this intensity of passion lies in her, and we see it first in this scene, in her movements, her grace.
