Blair/Chuck - TOXIC (Gossip Girl)

A montage consisting exclusively of interactions between Blair and Chuck set to Toxic by Brittney Spears equates to my best internet find of the month.

Enjoy Gossip Girl fans.

xoxo.

Maga fun

Some tasty magazine tibits for all those money poor lovers of the magazine out there.



Now, lets get something straight, I really love magazines. They are shiny, they have pretty pictures, there are words and sometimes they come with free stuff. What's not to love? Most unfortunately there is a sharp thorn in my rose of love for magazines and that thorn's name is Money. Horrible stuff, gives you herpes. But, lo and lets not forget, behold, there is an alternative. What is it you cry? You scream and beg to know. Well dear ones, it is the online magazine. Admittedly not as cool as its close relative the zine, but nonetheless it has many merits (one of them being that I can link to them on this here blog).

Now, I am going to be honest with you all because I feel we are becoming closer, becoming friends even, and one should never lie to friends (unless of course it's absolutely neccessary. For example, you ruined your friend's dress they oh so kindly lent you by somehow covering it in black, tar-like marks, possibly caused from rolling around on the road...). Honest moment: I may have taken all these links from other blogs, ek. Therefore, some of you may actually already be familiar with these magazines, but if not, enjoy!

Sesame A lovely Australian mag with some beautiful photo shoots and pretty interesting articles. I particularly enjoyed the spread about people's favourite items of clothing/accessories and what it means to them. Hasn't been updated recently, but definately worth a look.

prim. A new magazine, only on its second issue, but I love it. Has style profiles of 'normal' people, cute articles on music as well as fashion. I also found from Style Bubble (where I discovered this mag) that the editor is only 14! Man, I have to accomplish some shit. Pronto.

Panda Head Crazy but cool layout. Took me a while to work out how to navagate the mag, but I'm pretty sure that has a lot to do with me and my retardness...

Also, I just had an idea. If anyone has any favourite magazines they wish to share just pop a link into the comments and we can all pass on the magazine love.

The Sugar Oaks

In very exciting news, we at Number One Millionaire have received our first ever promo e-mail from a real band, who, though they didn't explicitly say it, obviously want us to post some of their material on our fabulous blog. It's called free advertising. Blogs are, like, so influential now, you know. I'm sure that in a few months when we are, like, the next Hipster Runnoff and my inbox is constantly clogged with e-mails from "Upcoming Bandz" I'll rue this day. But since none of that has happened yet, I am somewhat excited, and I'll admit it, a little bit flattered too.

Now, while I don't really dig these "Sugar Oaks", as they like to call themselves, I thought I'd post some of their stuff anyway, to mark what is a Number One Millionaire landmark of sorts.
Also, I just wanna send the message out that if you are in a band, or make art, or write poetry, or take photos, or have noticed an upcoming youth craze that you want us to post, just e-mail one of us and we might just pop your stuff up. We do love e-mails.

So anyway, The Sugar Oaks are from Orlando, Florida, and describe their sound as "Indie R&B". They've supported such acts as Elf Power and Of Montreal and have a new single called No One Can Love You Like Me (oooh, original!) coming out on the 20th of June. Apparently it will have hand silk screenprinted covers (!). Actually, that fact alone has nearly won me over. I mean, in these days of digital music downloading, who actually buys albums for any reason other than fancy artwork anyway? I know I don't.

Now for a brief semiotic analysis of the band's press photo (click for a larger view):


They're obviously trying to communicate something here about both the band's 'brand' and their musical style. By sitting in long, green grass they're telling us "we like to make lush, organic sounding indie-music, and don't take ourselves too seriously. We hang out and have fun, semi-hippie times sometimes, just like you guys, you know? We're also really good friends, and care a lot about nature." The black background, however, suggests "but we're not all about sunshine and butterflies either, we're a bit dark and moodly sometimes. Our lyrics are deep and penetrative. They're about real, important, existential issues. Like lesbian love, or when you realise that no one can love your gf like you can love your gf."

They've also tried to express that the guy in the middle is the lead singer by making him hold stuff. I mean, he's holding both a cup of tea and a dog which expresses both his down to earth wholesome fun-ness, and the fact that he wears the pants. No one else is holding anything! I bet he's a bit of a control freak and the band all secretly hate him. The two guys to his right are even laughing about him right now: "Oh, fuckin' Jeff, why does he always get to do all the holdin'?" they're saying "we wanna hold stuff too!". There is also a token good looking bearded but not too beareded guy (which every indie band needs) who may or may not be on drugs, and a hot but wholesome looking girl who probably only plays the tambourine, or other quirkly "indie" instruments like the glockenspiel or the viola.

On second thoughts, my detective skills have just detected that on the website the line up only mentions the four guys. So maybe she isn't in the band at all. Maybe she's just the manager, or stylist, or manager's stylist's girlfriend and they just put her in the photo for aesthetic, semiotic reasons, which is why she looks just a tiny bit awkward. Facinating...

Unfortunately I've been having issues with my file hosting bandwidth...but if you still wanna hear their stuff (after I've spoken so highly of them), then I'm sure a quick hype machine search will bear fruitful results.

Womesticles.

So you're out and about in the busy metropolis that is where you live (unfortunately for me that is Canberra). You're about to meet a friend for some type of caffeinated beverage when you are suddenly stopped dead in your tracks. Crossing the road directly in front of you is a guy that is so ugly he somehow manages to move last night's chicken lasagna from your stomach to your mouth in one terrifying lurch. Then it hits you, that guy totally looks like an old lesbian.

If you've had an experience like this before, you're obviously not alone. My brilliant house-mate Nathan came across the million dollar blog find, 'Men who look like old lesbians'. But as Nathan informs me, they're probably not that ugly, they've just never really been loved. So there you have it, if you're not loved you're going to end up looking like an old, ugly, lesbian.

Since this post opens a whole case of un-P.C whoop ass, i feel like i should probably let you all know that i'm usually a quite an unprejudiced person. No, that's a lie. I think these guys are douche-bags*.

* I couln't live with myself leaving the last word of my post as the most vile 'C' word of the english language. Yes, i am soft.

Lazy Line Painter Jaimie.

It's Sunday and i'm far too busy living and reorganising aspects of my life to entertain you my charming winter loves.

Though quickly, i can tell you that i'm very happy,

i'm performing spectacularly at work,

and Belle and Sebastian have made a resurgence on my stereo (big time),

Regular postings will commence once my room is back in working order (aka, has stopped smelling like off mushroom soup).

Till then, stay warm gorgeous ones. Happy first day of winter (for yesterday)!

Belle & Sebastian- Sleep the Clock Around

Andrew Bird- Scythian Empire

Deer Tick- Dirty Dishes

The Teenagers- Homecoming

Studious and moodious

Yes, I like to make up words. Please don't try to correct me, it's kind of a hobbious.

Art history, ah, what a tumultous relationship I have with thee. Sometimes I love thee, sometimes loath. Sometimes I just like to speak of ye in ol' timey language. Oh woe. Is me.
As I am currently studying for a visual test I thought I would share a couple of my favourite images from my Australian Art course and obviously waste some time.

Joy Hester, Boy with bird, 1957, watercolour

George Baldessin, Personage with striped dress, 1968, etching

I realise now seeing these two images together that they are vaguely similar. This probably tells me something about my current mood, maybe that I'm hot for bung eyes? And now I have totally creeped myself out.

Like a moth she moves to the red light...

I wanna climb up here;

from Yann Orhan's Nos vies invisibles series

Pull these out of my rucksack and eat them;

from food and paper

And listen to this;

M83 - Skin of the Night


Then later, when it comes out, I really wanna see this:



These four diversions combined, plus a bubble bath, all in one day would be, like, the best day. The best day ever.