You can leave your pants on...

Stating the obvious, this spread from i-D magazine, as published by Haute Macabre shows that pirates do not need suits. Indeed it seems that pirates do not even need pants.









































Now I'm as fashionably open-minded as the next person, maybe even more so, but this photo is just a little creepy. For some reason, I see men's thighs as just one of those body parts that don't really need to be even thought of, let alone put to print. To me, they're just that bit of body that keeps the pant-legs filled - they aren't high fashion.

That said though, I rather like the below picture... I think I'm distracted from the thighs by the chiselled abs and the roll-around-in-tandoori-sauce tans.



















(and yep, that's Jamie Durie third from the left!)

But, back to our pirates. I really do like this shot. Maybe because he's wearing cool Balenciaga pants...

Hilarity #42

Hahahahahahahaha

The greatest song of all time, made even greater through the magic of plastic blocks.

Ruby's Opposition

I came across this set of images on high fashion website Haute Macabre when I was searching photos of Catherine McNeil's ex-love Freja Beha Erichsen. Sure, she works a leather cut-out corset better than most but, given the chance, I'm sure Ruby would too.

Maybe it's time for a walk-off - Zoolander style!

Bogan Power

Is it killing anyone else that this girl has secured a television contract and may grace our screens nightly?

Or is it just me?


























The "Chk Chk Boom Girl", otherwise known as "Clare the Bogan" has been snapped up by Channel Nine with talks of a permanent spot on that incredibly high quality (cough) news (?) program, A Current Affair.

She's got an agent and has allegedly turned down thousands offered by a men's mag to drop her daks for a photo shoot.

And for some reason, the great unwashed are holding her up as some kind of entertaining joker: a mischievous prankster simply looking to get her mug on the telly.

I'm not sure where I stand on Duncan Riley's conspiracy theory argument but I sure do think something has gone awry. Given Tracey Grimshaw's stone-faced hardline stance in THAT Matthew Johns interview, why has she (assuming she has a say on what happens on her show) now befriended an attention-seeking brat?

Her saga certainly has divided many though. Need a definitive answer on someone's level of bogan? Ask them their opinion on Clare. The comments on the YouTube clip of her interview with ACA are priceless:

Mongo9599 - "She's fantastic having fun. The ugly people are jealous! The unhappy people want her to be miserable like them. She is too bright and will out shine them all."

A little theatrical I think Mongo.

sccudspo - "This sort of shit makes me lose faith in humanity."

And 12myer hits the nail on the head with - "A smart liar supported by our wonderful doofess brains media"

Australians all let us rejoice, for Clare is young and free... to be a dickhead.

Super Scandal

One of the Australian media's latest love interests, Ruby Rose just isn't good enough for an (almost super) model.
















Known for her penchant for the ladies (and her uber cool alternative style), Ruby Rose was recently spotted getting into a good ol' pashola with front-cover favourite, Catherine McNeil.

And according to McNeil's "people", this move could be devasting for the 20-year-old model's career.

But interestingly, the predicted damage is not because of McNeil's chick-pashing ways: she used to date Danish runway doll Freja Beha Erichson.

The reason they're concerned is that our Ruby, unlike Freja, is not an international superstar and doesn't hold high fashion credentials.

Well boo to that McNeil people! She's 20! Surely if people like Matt Damon can marry a random waitress, then young up and comers can date whoever they choose (within reason obviously. Let's not forget about Britney + K.Fed here people).

I say good luck to them!

Procrastination #471

Although I wish I was important enough to hire someone else to do my laundry, I'm not. The washing machine in my building requires $1 coins, and as I didn't get to have a slap (on the pokies) this week, I have no gold coins. Why can't they be some kind of swipe card business?

So instead of going to a pub or begging on the street or pestering shop assistants, I have decided to do a round up of online good times until I feel inspired enough to tackle the aforementioned situations in the pursuit of clean clothes.


* Visible toes under stockings still kinda freaks me out. I know it's fashionably ok at the moment but...
* Cute dress that is so so so cheap!

* I wish I was this cool.

* Freaking hell! Here's something not to wear to dinner with the in-laws!

* Why so serious? - Givency's bringin' bowl cuts back...Yeah!

* I love Overheard in New York:

"Childrearing, in a Nutshell"

Four-year-old: I don't like you.
Angry mother: Well, that's fine, I don't like you very much either.
Four-year-old: That's mean.
Angry mother: That's life.

* Awkward Family Photos is seriously the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.

* Marry Me Jo?

Papal scandal and propaganda

In the latest Dan Brown/Ron Howard attempt to:

a) Get kids to study history at school; and

b) Make the Vatican cranky;

Tom Hanks (Robert Langdon) has way better hair and the possibility of a lame love story thankfully goes begging.

Angels and Demons is the prequel to the Golden Globe nominated hit the Da Vinci Code. With more gun-blazin' action and papal scandal than the original, this installment is based on the race against time to save four cardinals from symbolic and gory deaths.

Exciting for Italophiles, the "Ooh I've been there!" factor is through the roof, with Langdon dragging the local cop shop from one end of Italy to the other.

The Vatican did not appreciate this film (nor the original) but, other than a few pokes at the papal propaganda machine and the rigidity of the religious structure, Angels and Demons offers insight into personal faith, the growing relationship between religion and science and a good look inside one of the most incredible basillicas ever made - St. Peters.

Scot Ewan McGregor was an interesting choice as the Pope's offsider (Camerlengo Patrick McKenna) but if you aren't a die-hard fan of the novel, he suits the role written for him in the film.

And hands down to the writers for ensuring Ayelet Zurer's Dr Vittoria Vetra was not dumbed down a single inch. It's always great to see a strong leading lady that doesn't have her boobs out at every turn.

A spoon full of sugar

Is Suri Cruise the cutest child ever?

That's a question that is easily answered with a resounding HELL YES!

Saturation Point

Like everyone else from Perth to Wellington, I have too an opinion on the Matthew Johns NZ saga.

But as much I could write an enormous post about it all, I'm not going to: I know everyone's sick to death of hearing about it.

That said, here is my position, in hyper-speed:

• If you believe Matty (and I do) the young woman seems to be as much to blame as anyone else in the room that night.
• It happened in 2002 people! This interview on ACA frustrated the hell out of me. Ms Grimshaw was looking to blame Johns for every indecent footballer incident ever, simply because he's put himself forward to admit his mistakes.
• I do not condone group sex, and I certainly don't believe sexual assault should happen to anyone but I do believe this young woman was partially responsible for the situation she now finds herself in. Whether she's just looking for cash or whether she's now very traumatised, it certainly doesn't seem like she felt so bad back in that hotel room in 2002.

Now for something hilarious:


"How you doing little fella? I know it's pretty hot out here, but we're nearly done. Yes I know that brunette in the third row is smokin' hot."

Ciao Bella ;)

Let's be frank: if you marry a powerful Italian man, be prepared for him to get his flirt on with the odd passing hottie.


Veronica Lario, the (smokin' hot) 52 year old soon-to-be-ex wife of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, is demanding a divorce on the grounds that the old codger likes nothing more than a seedy chat with a nice young lady.

I went to Italy when I was barely old enough to drive and had to bat away dudes older than my father.

Reportedly the last straw for Lario was when 72 year old Berlusconi attended a hottie's 18th birthday party when he didn't even attend that of his own children.

"I read in the papers about how he has been hanging around a minor - because he must have known her before she was 18 - and how she called him 'Grandpa' and about their meetings in Rome and Milan."

Mega EWWWWW on the "Grandpa" talk.