Today I spent 20 minutes on-and-off Googling Jennifer Lawrence spilling mints, joking about it, offering them to Josh Hutcherson and then leaving them on Liam Hemsworth’s part of the table while at a press conference in Madrid. What did you do?
Yeah, it’s an acquired taste…that I just acquired.
Help! I need to decide on a costume for my work’s 60s-themed Christmas party and have ended up with so many ideas that I can’t pick one. I was originally going to go as a Roy Lichtenstein piece but with a short costume change period (and the requirement to be seen in public immediately following the event) I decided against it.
So I’ve shortlisted ten options:
1. Charlie Brown (Peanuts TV/film specials began in 1965)
2. Willy Wonka from Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
3. Disney’s Winnie the Pooh (1966)
4. A character from Psycho (either as the shower scene, or as Norman Bates in drag)
5. Herbie aka The Love Bug
6. Fred Flinstone
7. Edna Turnblad (someone else is going as Tracy and there’s a prize for best duo)
8. Elroy Jetson
9. Warhol’s soup can
10. Robin from 1960s TV series Batman
Thoughts appreciated. I only have two weeks to organise my costume, so I don’t want it to be too complicated to create. I’d prefer something either not too bulky or easy to remove so I can move around the party without difficulty, and a costume that won’t need an hour of preparation on the day. Also the prizes are pretty great so while factoring in all these things, I’d still like to stand out.
So which one?!
The Melbourne Ring Cycle
Opera Australia (2013)
Images by Jeff Busby
Neil Armfield’s treatment of Wagner’s Ring Cycle looks (and apparently sounds) incredible. Every day I have to stop myself from forking out ridiculous amounts for back row rush tickets.
jackalhawkesblood asked: 28
28. Talk about your fetishes.
Urgh I’m so boring I don’t think I even have any fetishes. Although I do have non-sexual fetishes like the rush of online shopping and the delayed gratification you receive when the parcel arrives, second hand book shopping (there’s something about the combination of cheap prices and the smell of ageing books) and the thrill of a live performance. Unf.
Oh fuck me, I love Keats.