Sunday, May 31, 2009

Susan doesn't quite boyle over the world . . yet . . . but will . . .




Whether she won or lost, took home the silver or the bronze (ah yes, the bronze - a tag one of my old sports teachers used the call 'the first of the losers) the appearance of the reality show contestant, Susan Boyle couldn't have been as beautifully scripted than a Snuggle info-fomercial.

Single? So what? Virgin? That kind of 'upped' the 'interest' factor for the tabloids. Lives in a small council home with a cat named Pebbles after a relatively recent lose of her adored mum. Just a normal working class woman with slightly wiry hair, a mono brow, a clothes sense that was perhaps influenced by her late mother and a voice to cherish. Pretty perfect to me.

Let's face it, she's just got it all. Susan ain't your archetypal Nicole Richie or Amy Winehouse. She just resonated with most us, proving that to be a not just a bloody so pretty face in a not so pretty time on the planet is a godsend. Susan doesn't personify 'perfection', but nor do many of us at the moment.

And that why we took to her with such gusto.

The fact her angelic voice didn't get over the line against a gang of very cool dude wrappers will actually be a blessing for her.
She will, not doubt, like her 'Britain's Got Talent' predecessor, Paul Potts, go on and have a quick, visual tidy up (mark, my words, she well) and go onto to sell a billion of her 'anthem' albums.

She'll have a fair whack of producers, editors (and Simon Cowell of course) gathering together a collective of big, 'anthem' tunes that are just right for the rime. Tunes that make us feel proud and even a tad weepy, even if we do have to download from Limewire because none os an afford to buy a CD anymore.

Can't you imagine Ms Boyle's Wind Beneath My Wings, The Rose, I Will Always Love You, Unchained Melody, thrown in a bit with a Coldplay fix of Fix You and why, I reckon Laura Branigan's Gloria could even get a run, sending Australian radio star Alan Jones into a spin and much 'ker-chinging' in CD sales. A few more mega show tunes, and here we have a cupla million already sold.

I don't care who Susan had allegedly told to fS#@ off the other day, or what kind of hissy fit she may have had along her 15 minutes, which has gone well beyond that time frame.

She got up here, did what did well and left it to the eyes and the ears of, in this case the people who matter, the TV audience, to decide.

I just reckon, Go Ms Boyle. But don't change your name to a much smarter sounding 'Boy-lay.'
Keep living your dream as we just like you the way you are . . .

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Miu Miu (finally) heads to Sydney with own store . .





Fashion addicts will be soon in style nirvana.
If you have ventured into Sydney city over the last few months, you'll have noticed what used to be Centrepoint, Skygarden and the Imperial Arcade, and in fact the whole precinct that joins David Jones to Myer together . . . and it's looking like a bit of mess.
What you may have noticed is that it is under serious construction.
Enter Westfield, and their top-of-the-line 'leasing' arm, which hosted a relaxed, un-schmoozy, intimate dinner on the stage of the State Theatre (as part of the fundraising Chandon Supper Club supporting Camp Quality). Of course the majestic State, is just opposite the new Westfield precinct.
Slight buzz around the two long tables was that the edhy Miu Miu label, designed by Miuccia Prada, (above)will open it first stand-alone store in the new mega Westfield precinct, late next year
Burberry is going for a mega size store too so big that its dashing designer, Christopher Bailey (picured above) may even be Sydney bound for the opening too.
Others eyeing the the new mega space included execs from Christian Dior, Seven for Mankind Jeans and a serious slew of internationals, as well as Leona Edmiston, Camilla & Marc, Romance Was Born, Zimmermann and Kate Sylvester, who look to be just a few bright sparks who are being courted to join what is being touted as the biggest mall in the southern hemisphere.
Stay tuned.

The Anna Wintour/60 Minutes interview via youtube. Your thoughts?

YouTube - Anna Wintour

The ride of your life . . . to help cure cancer



Some worthy info on how you can make a difference to cancer survivors . . the Dinosaur Designs gang did it . . .

The Tour de Cure is a journey like no other - a cycling fundraiser that involves a group of everyday people raising money for vital Australian charities.
From 2007 to 2010, the Tour de Cure is targeting cancer and for the last two years the event has supported National Breast Cancer Foundation (NBCF), Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia (PCFA), and Camp Quality.
From this year up until 2010 the Tour de Cure will also be supporting Leukaemia
Foundation and Cancer Council.
In 2007, Tour de Cure began enlisting the help of well known fashion labels to each design a cycling jersey around the concepts of the individual charities involved, which are then awarded to the winners of each leg of the journey.
For the 2007/08 tours Dinosaur Designs designed the yellow jersey for Camp Qualit y, while Reg Mombassa at Mambo designed the blue jersey for PCFA. The NBCF pink jerseys were designed by Toni Maticevski (in 2007) and Charlie Brown (in 2008.)
2009 sees two exciting Australian designers One Teaspoon and sass & bide chosen to design the jerseys for new charities Cancer Council and Leukaemia Foundation - One Teaspoon’s orange jersey representing Leukaemia Foundation with sass & bide’s white jersey representing Cancer Council.
This years tour, which will take place from May 29th to June 7th with a route stretching the coast from Brisbane to Cairns, has so far raised over $600,000. By 2010, Tour de Cure hopes to have reached the $2million mark for the selected charities.
You can join the fight without pedaling a single kilometre - get on the road to finding a cure by making a donation! Every dollar counts!
To donate or for more information, visit www.tourdecure.com.au"

Fashion with a conscience . . from Kirrily Johnston

So good to see desgners doing their part to help the often helpless . . here's some info that has come through from one of our brightest designers
'In store now . . .
Kirrily Johnston has partnered with the Salvation Army - Salvo Stores as their ambassador for the Fashion With A Conscience Campaign’.

The campaign targets the fashion industry to raise awareness about having a conscience and the importance of recycling and re-using.

Kirrily Johnston has created a range of patchwork styles incorporating superb Italian wools and recycled garments souced from the Salvation Army - Salvo Stores. Each piece is uniquely hand crafted; no two pieces are the same.
Styles are limited, so don't miss out on owning one of these exclusive pieces and being a part of this very important campaign.
Your contribution will assist in feeding and clothing those in need.
$20 from each sale will be donated back to the Salvation Army and is available in store NOW!

If you would like to donate to the Salvation Army please visit the website www.salvos.org.au/onlinedonations
Kirrily Johnston Boutique Sydney
6 Glenmore Road, Paddington NSW 2010
(02) 9380 7775
sydneyboutique@kirrilyjohnston.com
E Shop
www.kirrilyjohnston.com/shop
Kirrily Johnston Boutique Melbourne
1033 High St, Armadale VIC 3143
(03) 9824 5495
melbourneboutique@kirrilyjohnston.com'

Kidman - divorce, family and those 'too skinny' rumors

Hitting the headlines

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I was 140 digits from becoming an addict . . .



I've been on the twit for a few months now and feels it's time to go the Methadone. I think I may be ready to call it a day.
Not for any cyber-overload reason (as that is never going to wane) but have you, like me, noticed how the Twitter tone is changing. The tide is turning with some twitterers becoming just plain nasty and kind of Sid Vicious?

As anyone can ‘follow’ you on Twitter (from hereon I'm tagging it the Global Time Waster) unless you turn on the application that has you approve 'followers', and then, what’s the point of being on Twitterer to begin with?
If the GTW is about getting your 140 digits of wise words or witty repartee out to the people, you probably want as many followers as possible, so they can soak up your literary brilliance.
But as soon as you let ‘anyone’ into your Twitter-verse, this is where it all comes a little unstuck. This is when enter, stage right Looney # 1, or weirdo # 2 or freak # 3. The followers, who send ‘direct messages’ and public ones, commenting, usually pretty roughly, on something you have said or perhaps done.
I happened to make an appearance on a morning TV show the other week and got insulted, not even cleverly by seriously crudely, via a twitterer, because of my painted fingernails! We kissed and made up (well, cyber-ly, anyway) but I can't help but think it's turning into a very public email system, where fellow twitterers just bang off narkily at each other about how fabulous they are while not really giving us any kind of info that is vaguely worthwhile.
In fact the GTW, I reckon, is like some sort of mid-west American religious cult. The Jonestown of the digital world. Which, I fear will, like Jonestown did, meet a horrible ending.
At least with Facebook, the pace isn't as random, fast or furious and you can happily pick and choose who you don’t mind drawing into some parts of your world.
As a live event–driven discussion board, the GTW can be great fun and I have experienced that. Slouched on my bed, laptop (on lap) watching Eurovision while tapping out what we think are endless short, sharp grabs of hilarity with your Twitter posse.
Ditto the recent Logies. And as for the recent NRL and Matthew Jones scandal, Twitter was nearly in meltdown.
(By the way, for those who have no idea what Twitter is about, I'm not going to explain it to you. Just google it.)
But for those who do 'get' it, the camps are well and truly divided.
Twitter is probably great for those who have a ‘brand’ to sell. A celeb, or a TV or radio show that people regularly follow. Followers think they are in that celebrity’s world, and are getting a taste of how that particular half lives.
I’d love to see the statistics about how successful it is as a marketing tool. Is it drawing people to sites that are making a buck out of it?
Sure the Demi and Ashton's, the Ellen's, Stephen Fry's and Nicole Ritchie tweets may be riveting to some and credible news sites are great for turning your attention to a breaking story, but when I put the Twitter v. Facebook debate to a few fellow FB-ers, here's a sample of their reactions.
"It bored me within minutes. And I think they know that, which is why "software issues" have prevented anyone from de-activating their account since last October,'' said one.
"I am so anti-Twitter it's not funny. Useless for journos who work on exclusives. And just another excuse for people to be nasty. Twitter is for twats,'' from another.
"Twitter is only great for big stars to keep in touch with the world so the press can't write shit about them (as to what city they are in and who they are with etc) that is what it is meant for . . . to control the press and there nastiness.. It allows people to have a voice so they don't have to answer to the press. It's called taking back there lives. It is not meant for everyone Tom. Dick and Harry.''
Guess that rules most of us out of the equation.
"I pruned quite a bit over the last few days. It's good to follow an event like #rafw or #eurovision in real time. But the footy scandal brought some shockers to light . . people seem to write things they would never say to your face,'' went another.
So now, I'm kind of imagining the time when we get to the point our entire live and obituaries will be captured in just 140 digits.
"Melissa was a g8t chick. 2 b taken by killa croc after 4madable fite was devast8ting. Yr m8s will miss u. As will the fam. LOL.''
Gee, a life remembered . . . and all under the magic 140.

Would love to hear your thoughts . .