I was just browing through the usual mish-mash my fellow compatriots have put up and noticed that I have not put anything up since last Thursday! Well, don't fret...I have come prepared. Here is some good old fashioned robot mixed with some karma sutra action, and what do you get? Some teenager poppin' in and out of his bugle boy's as if it were summer camp all over again. This kid is probably the maestro in the sack. Entertainment for hours with the chess club queen. The only thing it needs is better music. The kid should have a little Knife to spice up the event. At least this wasn't a musical rip-off of Jamiraqui. But come on! If you're going to dance like that you need some muscial accompaniment to back your shit up!
Enjoy yourselves...it's later than you think
-Mauroski
Monday, February 5, 2007
(mik) That is one stinky Dungy
So yesterday was the Superbowl, which was (not to my surprise) not the least bit entertaining. The coach of the Colts, Tony Dungy, won, and I couldn't help but think how much his name sounds like an area of the body that some would not deem appropriate conversation at brunch.
Anyway, to ail your post-Superbowl woes is the cast off (and completely unrelated) derivative of Gorilla vs Bear: Bear vs Colt
Enjoy!
Anyway, to ail your post-Superbowl woes is the cast off (and completely unrelated) derivative of Gorilla vs Bear: Bear vs Colt
Enjoy!
(mar) Bird Flu's bucky done gone!
M.I.A. has just released her new single -- Bird Flu. I love where she's taking it these days: sampled bird squawks and pandemic afflicted children singing and dancing like they JUST DON'T CARE! The song, and accompanying dance, kick SARS' sorry ass! In yo face, SARS. Check out the hot new vid, this shit is sick!
Bonus:
- Marcelo
Saturday, February 3, 2007
(mar) So, how's your pH?
I don't know how relevant this is, but during the Gameshow Network's delightful Match Game marathon, I was several times assaulted with this commercial:
Not that I have anything against a bomb ass pussy, but surely this transgresses some code of good taste. "Use it after intercourse"? Did you just get turned out by a salt covered dick? Honestly, I just don't know anymore . . .
- Marcelo
Not that I have anything against a bomb ass pussy, but surely this transgresses some code of good taste. "Use it after intercourse"? Did you just get turned out by a salt covered dick? Honestly, I just don't know anymore . . .
- Marcelo
(mar) I got a new way to mop. Mop! Mop!
So we all saw and loved (hopefully) the new Dior Couture s/s 2007. Galliano's interpretation of Japanese garb Diorified was magical. Soon after he unveiled this stunning line for the couturier mothership, he presented us with his own menswear collection, once again drawing inspiration from our favorite xenophobic archipelago.
This time he digs up the earthen aesthetic of ancient Shinto, combining it with dust-gilded samurai armor and post-apocalyptic techno-gear. If anything it makes for an interesting departure from the current menswear landscape. Having perused many other shows, I came to the conclusion that if I saw another derivative Hedi Slimane victorian ripoff or Comme des Garcons hack of 60's Cardin I would violently shit my $30 jeans (not that I'm a poser, I'm just working with a fixed income).
Luckily, before retiring to the laundry room in shame, I happened upon the latest from John Galliano. This certainly isn't to say that everything about the line was peachy keen. The start of the show is breathtaking, combining Galliano's signature detail and flawless construction into ruched, deconstruced and hand painted Bushido-wear. I loved it. However, after the initial draw, it forays into what looks like a string of "urban ninjas". These outfits, while probably the most wearable of the group, are certainly not the most interesting. After a few clicks, I thought I had seen a group of hipsters clad in black women's jeans exiting the scene of a bank robbery, complete with floppy ski-masks.
The next segment of the show consisted of some admittedly great jackets which were hard to notice due to the use of distracting makeup. It looks like Homer Simpson set his make-up gun to "whore" and fired away, without even taking much time to aim. The male models apparently hated their new visage so much, they attempted to asphyxiate themselves with plastic bags. But still, cute jackets. Next, we get to see several dignitaries from Mad Max III's Barter Town (Tina Turner was unavailable for comment). The makeup for this section is possibly even more distracting (approaching terrifying) than the last.
Here, Galliano awkwardly segues into the underwear segment of the show. However, the bikini briefs have been shat in, and are obscured by Zulu tribal garb made of intricately felted wool. It's interesting, but do I want to see it on a runway? Sure, I loved the whole mud-caked tribal couture when Alexander McQueen did it in the late 90's. Nowadays I would probably like to see it in straight-to-DVD release "Subterranean Mop Lurkers".
They should make that, seriously. Getting back to fashion: the last part of the show was too costumey for me to take that seriously. While the wool head and cod-pieces were well constructed, they didn't say anything new.
But hey, the collection wasn't all bad. Its cultural references were thoughtful and well executed. Galliano's usual showmanship was in full force, and it was nice to see something different from the rest of the stuff out this season. And hey, I love that grey quilted tunic thing! John, you're still my boo. Of course, I can't wait to see what you come up with next.
- Marcelo
This time he digs up the earthen aesthetic of ancient Shinto, combining it with dust-gilded samurai armor and post-apocalyptic techno-gear. If anything it makes for an interesting departure from the current menswear landscape. Having perused many other shows, I came to the conclusion that if I saw another derivative Hedi Slimane victorian ripoff or Comme des Garcons hack of 60's Cardin I would violently shit my $30 jeans (not that I'm a poser, I'm just working with a fixed income).
Luckily, before retiring to the laundry room in shame, I happened upon the latest from John Galliano. This certainly isn't to say that everything about the line was peachy keen. The start of the show is breathtaking, combining Galliano's signature detail and flawless construction into ruched, deconstruced and hand painted Bushido-wear. I loved it. However, after the initial draw, it forays into what looks like a string of "urban ninjas". These outfits, while probably the most wearable of the group, are certainly not the most interesting. After a few clicks, I thought I had seen a group of hipsters clad in black women's jeans exiting the scene of a bank robbery, complete with floppy ski-masks.
The next segment of the show consisted of some admittedly great jackets which were hard to notice due to the use of distracting makeup. It looks like Homer Simpson set his make-up gun to "whore" and fired away, without even taking much time to aim. The male models apparently hated their new visage so much, they attempted to asphyxiate themselves with plastic bags. But still, cute jackets. Next, we get to see several dignitaries from Mad Max III's Barter Town (Tina Turner was unavailable for comment). The makeup for this section is possibly even more distracting (approaching terrifying) than the last.
Here, Galliano awkwardly segues into the underwear segment of the show. However, the bikini briefs have been shat in, and are obscured by Zulu tribal garb made of intricately felted wool. It's interesting, but do I want to see it on a runway? Sure, I loved the whole mud-caked tribal couture when Alexander McQueen did it in the late 90's. Nowadays I would probably like to see it in straight-to-DVD release "Subterranean Mop Lurkers".
They should make that, seriously. Getting back to fashion: the last part of the show was too costumey for me to take that seriously. While the wool head and cod-pieces were well constructed, they didn't say anything new.
But hey, the collection wasn't all bad. Its cultural references were thoughtful and well executed. Galliano's usual showmanship was in full force, and it was nice to see something different from the rest of the stuff out this season. And hey, I love that grey quilted tunic thing! John, you're still my boo. Of course, I can't wait to see what you come up with next.
- Marcelo
Friday, February 2, 2007
(mar) Stephin, will you marry me?
On my way to work this morning, my spirit was strengthened having watched this clip. Stephin Merritt (Magnetic Fields, The 6ths, Future Bible Heroes) appeared on Good Day Atlanta to promote his new release: A Tragic Treasury, under the guise of The Gothic Archies. The guy interviewing him looks mightily awkward, but wouldn't you? Stephin Merritt is way too hip for you.
Have a lovely day.
- Marcelo
(P.S. Def check out the new Dior Couture below. So worth it)
Have a lovely day.
- Marcelo
(P.S. Def check out the new Dior Couture below. So worth it)
(crs) Fashion, fash-off
Seen the Spring Dior yet? You're sure to perish if you don't. Click on the "fashion, fash-off" title link to see photos of the line, but make sure you've got at least 20 minutes to gaze. The colors and structure are immaculate, and it's wildly inventive, but it still has that Galliano finish. Enjoy!
(crs) Enjoy your drunk friend's ravings vol.2
At what point does the coyote decide to gnaw through his own foot to escape from the trap?
A) When he wakes up groggy from vodka tonics and just in time to notice he’ll definitely be late for work
B) When his lack of groceries forces him into packing a lunch that consists of pouring off-brand Oatie-Oh’s over a bunch of grapes in a gallon-sized ziplock
C) When his earphones break on the metro and all he has to listen is the slow wheezings of the aging spinster gouging her purse into his back
The answer is none of the above, because clearly coyotes don’t like grapes, but were I a coyote I would be bleeding from a stump right now.
So, good morning! I thought that after my initial posting, it might be the right thing to do to introduce myself. My name’s Chris, and I’m going to be the John Q. Public of beeinacar. Sure, I don’t have fancy underground indie knowledge like the other snots on this blog, but I have a certain rustic charm. While they’re out living the sweet life, dining on orca sushi in expensive restaurants with Heidi Klum, I’m working the daily grind. I know what you’re going through. We’re talking about the real-life every-day stuff here. Go to them for advice about art, music, and fashion, but when you want to hear about booze, VD, or the legal ramifications of exposing yourself to the night-shift staff at Walmart, then you come to me.
Unfortunately, I’ve already started on the Oatie-Oh’s, and they’ve ushered what remains of the hooch from last night into the lower regions of my GI tract, so I must away. Looking forward to seeing you again, and to keeping you updated on my doings as I stumble through life. TTFN!
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