- Quote by 22-year-old model Ma Nuo in an article about six rich Chinese twenty-something kids who belong to "the Sports Car Club" in the July edition of Chinese GQ, which has now been pulled off the GQ website.
Some novelty helmet prototypes by a (random alert) Republic of Kazakhstan marketing company Good.
On Saturday I was invited on a bicycle tour of gourmet shops around downtown Manhattan that was organized by a friend of a friend. One of the participants wore this Evel Knievel helmet which I thought was just way too cool for school. The age of the owner of this helmet that I coveted? Seven.
At a rooftop party a couple weekends ago in Williamsburg we spotted a R2-D2 cooler.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6-vb20srZI] No, tarp surfing does not refer to irresponsible banks riding a wave back to profitability on the backs of taxpayers vis-a-vis the TARP handout. Instead I'm talking about recreating the sensation of surfing using skateboards or longboards and blue tarps. The effect as you can see in the video is startling awesome. I have a longboard. Anyone want to provide the tarp?
Boing Boing asks if this photo of "surfing pioneer Tommy Walker catching a wave at Main Beach on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia" in 1909 is the first photo ever of an Australian surfing.
[vimeo=http://vimeo.com/8050122] Maybe it's the ghostly soundtrack, but this film recording of surfers catching monster waves in Maui evokes my simultaneous deep fear and paradoxic attraction to water and the ocean, which is magnified by my inability to swim (despite being able to during my younger years in the orphanage). I've always had this weird premonition that this will result in my eventual departure from this life someday.
In this recent news item about a fisticuff that broke out between Libyan President Moammar Gadhafi's presidential guard against the Ugandan security at the African Union summit, CNN reports:
Apparently annoyed the meeting was moved, Gadhafi slapped three of his own personnel...
What I need to know is if he used his open palm or the back of his hand. And secondly if he slapped all three at the same time with one swing kind of like this.
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My post-lotto win uptown pied de terre: two-bedroom condo on the 66th floor of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Cost? $6.9 million.
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This alien abduction lamp is outta this world.
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[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejuMfZdkM2o] Another mash up from Thriftshop XL, this time between LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" and Dexy's Midnight Runners' "Come On Eileen."
This is not a mashup album, this is an album about Wayne.
Get it before the lawyers get it yanked from the Internet.
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Paul Rudd getting ready for his photo shoot with Terry Richardson.
Brand New analyzes Miller High Life's redesign of their brand packaging and graphics. It's subtle to the untrained eye, but everything was updated including Lucy otherwise known as "The Girl in the Moon." Supposedly she was originally a drawing of the granddaughter of Mr. Miller, who must be stoked that in addition to a nose job, Lucy 2.0 now features a deeper cleavage.
Observations of a night spent in Times Square from a New York Times Sunday Magazine article published on May 8, 1910.
Since 8 o'clock or before, building hope on the generosity of the theatregoing crowd the [homeless man wearing a] bundle of rags has been squatting in its corner, forcing out wheezy sounds from its wretched concertina. Before it, massing on the pavements, dashing across the street in front of whizzing motors and clattering caps, the panorama of Broadway has been unfolded -- that panorama of strange contrasts, with its luxury and pseudo luxury, to bring envy to the snapping point. But such a one as this, the bundle of rags aforesaid, has lost the spirit to be envious. At least a pallid hope, a sort of anaemic longing, that an occasional nickel will be dropped into the cup, mistaken in the darkness for a penny... Three or four blocks up the street a string band is still playing away for a dozen or more couples who will not forsake the rather Bohemian restaurant until the gray of dawn, and who now, under the inspiration of their wine, are whooping it up in songs, telling silly stories, or retailing unpleasant gossip.
But in the big hotels, the Knickerbocker across the way, and the Astor, the fiddles have had time to get into a deep sleep, the lights in the grill are out, chairs are banked on the tables, and the sweepers are already busy in the lobby getting ready for another day...
But does Times Square ever sleep?
It never really does.
Living a few blocks from Times Square I can attest to the fact that nothing has really changed much apparently from 1910.
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Nothing screams class like this inflatable fountain by Helmut Smits.
He seems like such a square nowadays in his old age, but back in the days Paul McCartney looked like a fun dude to hang out with.
Your eyes, they do not deceive. Trust your instincts. One is Zooey. The other is Katy.
