the good, the weird and the ugly

the good, the weird and the ugly

the eurovision song contest is over. germany won, finally. while we were cheering on lena at our little viewing party on saturday night, we couldn't help but reminisce about the glorious days of past song contests. the tacky glitter! the costume changes! the ridiculous hair styles! so, without further ado, here are our top 5 eurovision outfits of all times (and one little bonus from sweden)

5: linda wagenmakers/no goodbye (from 2000)
the lucky dutch girl managed to hide not one, but two male dancers under her tent-like dress. notice the matching hair!



4: marie n/i wanna (from 2002)
putting the gender confusion into an eurodance track and winning the whole contest with that. well played, latvia.



3: angelica agurbash/love me tonight (from 2005)
how this didn't get voted into the finals is a big mystery to us. angelica is from belarus, a country notorious for their costumes changes during songs. in this performance, she manages to wear three (!) different outfits in one 3:30 minute song. and she ends it in a sparkly catsuit! impressive.



2: hot eyes/ka' du se hva' jeg sa'? (from 1988)
before denmark moved to the forefront of great scandinavic fashion, there was this. maybe the tourquoise outfit (including gloves of the same color!), the spiky red hair and the strange ballet outfits of the background dancers were supposed to hide the fact that dear kirsten looks like she is about to give birth any second.



1: bucks fizz/making your mind up (from 1981) and herreys/diggiloo diggiley (from 1984)
our number one is a double feature. color blocking perfection makes for a sure win, apparently. first we have the english winners from 1981 in their dashing ensembles, three years later sweden took home the win with their version. we give sweden a slight edge on this one, though. the gold boots did it for us...





bonus track: lill lindfors/host 1985
who says the singers should be the only ones having all the fun? check out how swedish host lill lindfors' teaches us all a lesson in gracefully wearing white underpants.

childhood memories

childhood memories

when i was child, my mother could not stop listening to lionel richie's song "hello". for me the ex 'the commodores' singer was always a bit fishy. i can't really tell you why. i guess, it was the facial hair. it scared me to death. now, 20 years later, i finally have facial hair of my own and can understand why she loved that song so much. it's brilliant, beautiful and wonderful.

Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know

the video is pretty bizarre and fabulous at the same time. richie sings to a blind woman "hello, is it me you were looking for". and the blind woman dances and makes pottery. can this be wrong? i say no. it was an episode of fox's tv show "glee" that reminded me of the song and now i can't stop listening to it. so here are lea michele and jonathan groff singing their version of "hello".

the easy rider died

the easy rider died

a different hollywood star. a difficult actor. a courageous artist. a hard-drinker and drug-abuser. a genius. a great director. a rebel without a cause.
dennis hopper died of prostate cancer, at the age of 74.

countryside/citylife

countryside/citylife

no matter where you are right now, here's hoping the summer finally arrives. have a great weekend!

someone stole his gym shirt

someone stole his gym shirt

we have always been huge fans of rachel zoe's assistant brad goreski. on "the rachel zoe project" he was bubblegum-cute, sweet in an innocent way and a big sissy. it was horst who showed me the new pictures of brad and i really was in awe. those photos of him shot by terry richardson are aboslutely amazing. i am literally dying, he is buff and a beefcake. however, i would prefer more hair. BANANAS, is all i can say. via

wine and the city

wine and the city

yes, we read the reviews. and yes, we knew they were bad. still, there was no way we would miss sex and the city 2. so we booked tickets early, went to the trusty movie theater of our choice and stood in line with hundreds of girls (and a few gays, of course). lucky for us, we brought sparkling wine. because we needed it. the movie was a letdown.

hadley freeman, the film critic at the british guardian, wrote a great piece about it called 'the death of sex and the city'. if you are interested, please read it here. some important points she makes:

In the TV show, the women (I refuse to refer to them as girls as they did a little in the TV series and a lot in the films) reprimanded Samantha for her occasional crackpot attempts to maintain her youth, and she always came round and loudly loved her looks. In the second film, she knocks back 44 pills every morning to "trick my body into thinking it's younger", she says triumphantly, and Carrie and Miranda look impressed. Miranda! Surely the woman who once said while buying her wedding dress on the TV show, "No white, no ivory, no nothing that says virgin. I have a child. The jig is up," will inject a little reality-establishing sarcasm here? No. She says, "I've tricked my body into thinking it's thinner – Spanx!" Again, Carrie nods approvingly. It's like being lobotomised with a pink teaspoon.

and:

The difference between how the women's jobs are portrayed in the TV show and the films is perhaps the best example of how low the latter have sunk. In the show, we repeatedly see Miranda working in her office as a partner in a law firm and, yes, the job is hard and time-consuming but she loves it and her success is a badge of pride. Ditto Samantha as a PR. Even Carrie, who works as a newspaper columnist, a job I can personally assure you is not physically taxing, derives real satisfaction from her work, to the point that her willingness to quit it for her Russian boyfriend in the last series is an ominous sign. There is a whole episode about the women's difficulty in accepting Charlotte's decision to quit her job when she marries, and boyfriends who don't take work seriously are seen as immature freeloaders.

Cut to the films. In the first one, not only do we never see Miranda working (because that's obviously less relevant to women's lives than watching Carrie have an orgasm over her new walk-in closet), but her job is the reason for Steve's infidelity, because he wasn't getting enough attention from his wife, who was working to support him. In the second film, guess what? She leaves the law firm! How could she resist after Steve suggested she could "be at home [more] and help out around the house"? Sorry, I think I just burned my fingers while retrieving my bra from the fire.

so that's how it is. it was nice to see the four women again. and some jokes were funny. or maybe that was the sparkling wine. i am not sure.

under construction

under construction

it's been a bit quiet here, lately. we needed new inspiration. a new lease on life. a renovation. now we are back: a bit prettier, a bit more organized, but still as confused as ever. nice to see you!

renovation is a time-consuming bitch

renovation is a time-consuming bitch

more to come soon.