
What if our memories were tangible?
Skitsch is a wacky Italian furniture brand stocked full of wonderful surprises like a side table and grandfather clock made out of cupboard, a haphazard bookshelf which showcases your intellectual prowess/confusion, a chair with a base designed out of star-shaped tessellations and bookcases with “fake screens” to hide your crappy Sweet Valley High collection. How do you not fall for something like this? Far out.
Visit Skitsch here.
Because it makes you wonder how it looks like from a different perspective.
Check out dandyandycandy’s fantastic entry here!

Elizabeth and The Catapult is a band from Brooklyn with a backstory that is nothing much different from the backstories of all other indie bands. Not much to talk about there. But they have a new single out called “Race You”, which sounds like something worth celebrating about.
After listening to the song, it feels alot like I’m popping balloons by the sparkling Sunday morning pool with the surface of the water splitting up in blinding light below the Sun. I’m so folded up in happiness right now, let me just enjoy this moment of merry-making before i sink into Monday blues again.
Listen to Race You by Elizabeth and the Catapult here.
http://www.elizabethandthecatapult.com
Picture from http://www.brokenwavemusic.com

I attempted to wear a hat this weekend while out on my aimless wonderings. Just 15 minutes into my supposedly romantic journey, I felt really out of it. Who wears a hat in our weather? A greasy scalp and fringe that looks like its been painted on your forehead because of all the sweat? NOT SEXY. Period.
So I’m happy to just look at sexy photos of sexy people in their beautiful hats. It was fun while it lasted, but I’m officially breaking up with you, for good.

Pictures from http://weheartit.com and the Sartorialist
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Taking Woodstock was a disappointing show, a pretty wasted effort especially with a such stellar cast, all of whom had potential to be the “one who’s going to be the next sumthing sumthin”. There was that random transvestite who outstayed his randomness, that woman from Harry Potter, Speed Racer shaking his balls for a while, and too much lady lumps for my liking. The only thing that i liked about the movie is the notion that you can choose to either take a helicopter or ride a horse to work. Kudos to rich ridiculous hippie people.
But then there is Demetri Martin, that guy who’s destined to be the next Michael Cera at the ripe old age of 36 (kinda hard to swallow right? If that guy’s 36, it’s gotta be a fake ID). It’s also hard to believe that Ang Lee managed to take the comedy out of this guy as well as the entire show filled with comedic geniuses like Eugene Levy (the funniest line of the movie had something to do with raping cattle.. go figure).
But I’m still in awe..Demetri Martin playing a lead role under a highly acclaimed Oscar winning director in a movie about music, free loving and nervous homosexuals. What a brilliant choice of casting.
Wong Kar Wai, if you feel like you’ve missed the train, here’s a big shout out to Jermaine Clement and Benjamin Mackenzie. Put them in a crazy homoerotic thriller-comedy co-starring Murray and their wicked blankets. Pretty please!
Most of the time, when I am surfing the web, I try to look for themed blogs, blogs with a point of view on a certain fragment of culture, be it music, art, fashion etc. I hardly ever read diary-styled blogs, which I always regard as a little bit too indulgent for my liking.
However, I’m glad to discover a recent breed of online diary writers emerging on the blogosphere, people who write in a matter of fact, but very appealing manner. People who are well read and have a very clear point of view not on some intangible aspect of culture but their own lifes. I find them very inspiring, and I gain a little more perspective on my own conditions of living vicariously through their easy understandings of themselves and the people around them.
Like Brian here. Just a wonderful example of damn good writing in Singapore.

There is a reason why St.Vincent’s newest album is called “Actor” instead of “Actress”.
A few years ago, Feist showed us how precious and rare femininity can be in the music industry. It would then spark a revolution in indie music where this time round, a Queen would take the throne.
All of a sudden, Lykke Li, Inara George, Rachael Yamagata and who knows who else all rose from obscurity to claim the crown. Then came a slew of other bands like Bon Iver, Grizzly Bear, Jose Gonzalez, Fleet Foxes, all of whom demonstrated that if a man can pull his pants up high enough, he can sound as sensitive and vulnerable as a sacred feminine. And the ladies fought back by banging heavily on the keyboards, like Little Boots and La Roux, declaring war on electronica, a field previously dominated by men.
Actor is probably a response to all that recent nonsense.
St Vincent is a lady all right, but her weapon of choice is none other than misogynistic electronica. The good thing is, she neither shuns away nor embraces the genre; the fuzzy synthesizers and distortions seem to always run on seperate tracks from her vocals, attacking her sultry smooth singing on all sides. The result is a nice little prize for the listener as she wins us over with charming vulnerability and strength when her vocals continue to stand strong amidst the electronic blitzkreig.
So you don’t need to adopt a certain expression to be tough, and you don’t have to take over someone else’s turf just to be winning. All you have to do is to defend yourself well to emerge victorious.

On this blog, I always try to showcase some diversity in my musical choices, but the fact of the matter is : I always go back to the same bands. If you are a regular reader, you might have noticed that the word “MEW” on my tagboard is now practically the size of a continent.
The lack of shoulder pads in a typical Mew video might shock you, but this time round, you can tell the guys have invested heavily in a good stylist to dress them up in the season’s most forward threads, sharp black suits with strong shoulders, vests,bow ties, you name it. They even make an effort to flesh out some sex appeal, posing as sartorialists with fucking hilarious acting chops. Repeaterbeater, the 2nd video off the Martin De Thurah Trilogy, is the pinnacle of awkward ingenuity. Everything from the awkward syllables of the Danish language to Bo bawling away like a baby in soiled diapers is so wonderfully awkward (because we all know Bo is in FACT, a really cool guy), it actually makes for pretty awesome entertainment.
My favourite part is when the music suddenly drowns out and loses its tempo, with Jonas singing to the invisble beat of Silas’s wavering fingers. I think this is a perfect example of how much of an unsung hero the drummer is; Silas is undeniably the sentinel of the band, a centripetal force behind the guitars spiralling in chaotic velocity.
After seeing this, I’m a little depressed by the fact that there might probably not be a video for the epic “Sometimes Life isn’t Easy”, but I can already imagine how spectacular that one may turn out. Now here’s an idea for the great Danes:
Silas, Bo and Jonas have their faces stuck on bodies of children, and they fight with each other for a piece of lego in the sandbox. When one of them emerges victorious, the other two sulk and que the climactic line “Sometimes Life Isn’t Easy~~~”. Then the kids go about killing each other in a roaring rampage of vengeance like a sequence cut out straight from the movie Battle Royale.
It is going to scream bloody murder, mayhem and macabre excellence.
I’m crossing my fingers on that one.