Monday 28 January 2008

Genius II: Awesome

Some things can only be explained by synchronicity, a higher power, fate or just sheer luck. How else could I explain the relation between the previous post and what I found at the local second-hand store today?


As you have doubtlessly realized, this... lamp thing, it is beyond awesome. Its awesomeness is so great that I cannot even express it. The battery pack weighs two pounds. Its heaviness is yet another testament to its awesome, awesome awesomeness. Regardless, I will be tinkering with it to replace the incumbent incandescents with a big heap of LEDs, given that I can get it bright enough. It would reduce the weight a bit and enhance the reliability a lot. I might be doing something with the ugly wiring, too. The optimal solution would be to be able to pack the batteries on the headband somewhere.

Anyway, I am now a new kind of awesome.

Speaking of awesome, I was reading Salingers Catcher in the Rye and started to think about rye in general, looking for interesting facts. Instead I found a great Russian artist who specialized in landscape painting.



Not only did Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (Иван Иванович Шишкин) look cool, he was a great painter, too! Yay for the fact that the rye field above is readily available for uses such as a desktop background. I did that.

Genius

Quick tip: Girl Genius

I have no idea how I managed to miss it. I must be retarded or something, because I have loved the art of Phil Foglio since the heydays of Magic: The Gathering and I managed to miss this comic for seven years. Anyway. Girl Genius is a fantabulous webcomic which is not only beautifully drawn, it has a great, Miyazaki-esque steampunky story as well. Check out the rad goggles in their online shop, too. They come in brass or black.

Speaking of that, reading Girl Genius reawakened my love for clothes and trinkets in the combination brass and brown leather, 1800s sci-fi style. I started looking on eBay, but somehow ended up buying these old military (or so the seller stated - but I think they might be for welding) goggles instead.


Yay! High fashion!

Friday 25 January 2008

Camera Obscura: Pasqui

Despite being rather poor this month, I went out on a little shopping spree yesterday and got myself a new Pasqui shirt.

Pasqui is one of the dapper brands that I would sort of like to keep to myself, while I would at the same time like to spread the word so that the awesome people (or person - I dunno?) behind it get their well-deserved attention.

Pasqui make shirts. I know nothing more. They make shirts for men and shirts for women, and the former are almost universally cool as hell. They are well-tailored, beautifully colour-matched and have insanely great designs while at the same time being great for almost any setting. They are sort of expensive, so I only have two, but I took a picture over at the store to show some more.



These two are mine, and they rock. I do look like a fatso when sitting down though. They are super extra slim fit something and look great while standing. Not while making funny gestures in the couch. Maybe I should have bought something larger than the smallest size (with extra-long sleeves) they had.



These are the ones in the store, and the rightmost two rock even more, but I have to prioritize in life, and while I like shirts, they are not my number one right now. If it is yours, however, go get one at La Chemise right outside Sturegallerian in Stockholm, or somewhere else in the world.

Monday 21 January 2008

Pimp My... Pimp

My friend Anton and I were a bit bored this evening and decided to show the latest pimp fashion from the streets of... I really dunno. Some rather shabby streets, I would guess. Sadly, we had no ladies at hand, or we would have dressed them up, too.


As you can see from my forlorn and somewhat vulnerable look, the life of a pimp is certainly not easy.

Suit: Some sort of Chinese polyester zoot suit I found on eBay for $60
Shirt: Vivienne Westwood
Shoes: Rizzo


Here, Anton can be seen wearing a turban made from a scarf. You need not much to be pimpin' it up.


Suit: Versace Jeans Couture
Shirt: My design
Hat: Paul and Friends
Shoes: Shoto
Lamp: IKEA


Suit: Jan Björk
Shirt: Dunno (and that is not the name of a label)
Hat: As above, so below


Jacket sort of thing: Andrew MacKenzie
Shirt: J Lindeberg
Jeans: Richmond


Suit and shirt: My design and tailored by a nice guy in Thailand
Tie: Röda Sigillet


Snacky Cracky Butter Cheese Sticks: The worst bloody snack I have ever had the malpleasure of tasting

Really. I bought these at Lidl, which is like a foodstore except most of the stuff is crap. You would think that the name Snacky Cracky would be an indication that this was indeed the case with these... sticks. Still, they were sort of funny, and I am not one to balk when an interesting challenge presents itself. This was a mistake, because they taste like dry fat, turning into moist crumbs of wickedness in the mouth. Snappy Crappy have no place in this world.

Friday 18 January 2008

Needle Sharing

So I was sitting in a comfy green chair at the local tattoo parlor, sipping some rather weak coffee and reading South of the Border, West of the Sun, a book by, you guessed it, Haruki Murakami. Enter a young man with (what I suppose was) his girlfriend, who starts asking the tattooeress about getting a tattoo. His plan is to buy a needle for the tattoo machine, which he actually says he will share with some other guy for cost reasons, and they will both be tattooed by a third friend. I cannot for the life of me understand why he a) thinks needle sharing is a good way to save money and b) why a tattooer would sell just a needle to someone, and especially someone who sort of plans on getting diseases. It was weird.

But, I am happy to inform you that South of the Border, West of the Sun is, hitherto, the best Murakami book I have read, save for The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. This means that it is also one of the best books I have ever read. I am so happy to have found an author who is so good that almost all of his books leave me awestruck. I hardly want to read any further, fearing this perfect creation will be ruined somewhere towards the end.

Monday 14 January 2008

Here You Go, Judas

I had dreams of awesome quality during the last few days, two of which I must relate.

In the first one, the boss at my job had decided to launch a new brand of Swedish snus (for you foreigners: a sort of orally taken tobacco). The first thing he did was create a commercial for it, to run on tv I guess. It took place in a dusty sort of landscape, fraught with drought. It was desolate, rather bright and very rocky. The film had a sort of Marlboro man feel to it, and it started with a pan over the landscape, whereafter the camera zoomed in upon something at the top of a cliff - a giant iguana! Then a few rugged men lit the iguana on fire and pushed it down into a crevasse. The end.

If you want to sell your brand of tobacco with the help of the above idea, please go ahead, I promise I will buy some.

The other dream was sort of a nightmare. For some reason, there had been a bit of a falling out between me and a person who in real life is very dear to me. What I did was I pulled out a Swedish one krona coin, (about €0.1, $0.15), threw it on the ground in front of her, shouting "Here you go, JUDAS!" to her as I turned and walked away. I have no idea why I dreamed such a thing, seeing as I have not read or thought about Judas recently, and I have no bad feelings toward the person in question. Still, it is an awesome way to end a conversation, you must agree. I have to try it sometime.

Something is Rotten in the Land of Comics

I have been a comic aficionado for a long time. I read Courtney Crumrin, The Far Side, The Walking Dead, Captain America and everything in between. I guess it started in my early teens when I started reading manga, especially Masamune Shirow (Ghost in the Shell, Appleseed, Black Magic) and Rumiko Takahashi (Ranma ½, Urusei Yatsura, Maison Ikkoku) but also artists like Buichi Terasawa and of course I read Kozure Okami by Kazuo Koike and Goseki Kojima. I sort of drifted away from the manga somewhere around the time when Quake, booze, ladies and rock 'n' roll became more interesting, although I did read Sandman and a few other comics an adolescent goth kid is expected to like. However, I rediscovered comics as a pastime a few years into the new millennium, when a large screen and a fast Internet connection led to the possibility of downloading or reading online before buying. Since then I have found quite a lot of fabulous comics on the net which I wish I had discovered sooner, such as Bone, Hellblazer and Preacher, or the ones published online, such as Sluggy Freelance, Dinosaur Comics, Buttercup Festival (RIP), Death to the Extremist (RIP) and many others.

Anyway, my point is, I read a lot of comics nowadays, even though the fact that my happy days as a student are over means I have had to cut down a bit on my reading. However, I have some major issues. The following pertains to US comics in particular, and the reason that I get so irritated by it is that these comics are generally the best ones in other respects. What I am so damn tired of is that most comics geared towards people older than ten years share a few very sucky traits which I will be going to whine about to a greater extent in future posts; extreme emphasis on the female body and T&A in particular (granted, there is quite a high level of exploitation of the male body too, but not to the same extent), blatant and often overtly stupid political references and world-changing events in every damn issue.

I thought I would start my whining about the extreme sexification of comics. A good example (as in an otherwise pretty good comic) would be the 18 issue Emma Frost series released by Marvel, starting in 2003. It is about a young woman coming to terms with her superhuman powers, her dysfunctional family and bits about boys and betrayal, too. It is rated PG+, yet the cover of the first issue (drawn by the very talented Greg Horn) still portrays somebody who, for lack of better words, sort of looks like a sad and expensive prostitute. This is despite the fact that the protagonist in the same issue looks quite different. Let us take a look (for review purposes only, of course, I am not trying to infringe on somebody's copyright here).


Another funny thing is how the Emma Frost in the comic is called "flat-chested" by one of her peers. As you can see in the picture above, she is the girl in the foreground, this is sort of... weird. It further shows a detachment from reality which is even worse than that of the fashion industry, even though its effects are probably much smaller.


In this particular series, the covers, like the one above, suddenly become dramatically better after issue seven, or perhaps I should say more fitting, even though the same artist is drawing them. Not that they all lose their sexual innuendo, but they give some sort of a glimpse of what the comic is about, rather than being nothing more than bait to make people pick up the comic (I could say the same thing about c.

Most comics are also rife with pretty stupid things that show that the authors are not entirely in touch with reality or do not care. Granted, they usually portray vividly imaginative scenarios, but in those cases where they are supposed to show another version of the "real world" as we know it, they often miss such obvious things like how a man's suit or shirt is buttoned (that is, the button is sewn onto the right side, not the left) or how a certain group of people generally behave. For instance, here is a very good example:


Who the hell wants something sewn by starving Cambodians in sweatshops if they are as rich as this family is portrayed to be? They could, and would, know good tailors.

The list of stuff that irritates me goes on and on and on, but then I am quite the whiny type. However, the sexualisation of almost all females except the "extreme nerd" and similar characters sort of bothers me, for real. Even though I do not call myself "feminist" (though I have heard that one has to, on threat of being labeled a fascist misogynist). Because I think that comics can play an important role in the shaping of a young person's (generally male in this case) mind, just like parents, computer games and literature. Of course, I am not advocating censorship here, and I suppose that hot and sexy comics have their place in the world - I just wonder why such a large amount of the mainstream comics have to be like that (I suppose the answer is that they sell much better). I sort of think that the artist should spend at least a few minutes to consider how they would like it if their daughter got silicone implants the size of her head, wore a thong and did sexy posing on the street all the time. Probably not att all, but you never know with comic artists.

Friday 11 January 2008

Nine Lives

One more shopping update (even less money in my wallet...) and then I will move on to something pertinent.


New coat from the J. Lindeberg store in Sturegallerian. I managed to haggle a bit since they had two of (what I guess was) three sizes left, and my friend Jonny had bought the other one. Ergo, they had some real trouble selling these, which is not so strange given the rather hefty price tag and the fact that it will look utter shite on anybody shorter than, say, 195 cm. I know my upper body looks a bit long, but it really is not, I should probably just refrain from buttoning the lowest button. Jonny told me he would have to kill me if I got the same coat, so I guess he has to now. Never mind that we have some other identical clothes, bought both knowingly and unknowingly.

They still have the rather tight size 50 (US size 40) in the store. Go buy it if you are in Stockholm, it rocks!


My friend Anton wanted to get into the fray. He got this snazzy Diesel item. Of course it was on sale, we are such cheapskates, both of us.


This nice shirty thing is from a small Swedish brand called Nine Lives. Most of their stuff looks really good, and it is not exactly horribly expensive. Found at Focus on Nybrogatan.


This is a pretty deco drawing of Fritz Kreisler drawn by a relative of mine a very long time ago. If you like violinists, which Mr Kreisler was, give him a listen!


Finally, I finished the above book. The ending was very much like Halo 2 or Crysis. That is, a clean cut right in the middle of the action. Granted, the book's nature allowed or rather required that to happen in some way, but it was a bit too sudden for my taste, so I felt robbed of a conclusion. Still, a good read! Now, I will proceed to the next Murakami book in my pile.

Wednesday 9 January 2008

Hello Pig

During the last 24 hours, I slept about 15. I cannot really remember the last time I slept that much, but I guess it helped, because I sure feel a lot better now. Good enough to to post of a lot of rather meaningless pictures and an outfit of the day and yesterday.


Monday
Jacket: Vivienne Westwood
Shirt: Vivienne Westwood
Jeans: Versace
Drenching in sweat: A tour to IKEA


Today
Gas mask: Soviet, mid-80s (you can get a similar one here, for instance, though I have no idea why anybody would buy one)


Today
Shirt: Pour (I just got it at the NK after-Christmas sale!)
T-shirt: Dinosaur Comics (you can still get it, and you can read the comics for free - go do it for some serious awesome!)
Jeans: Tiger (selvage found new for a pittance at a second-hand store, tags still attached)
Socks: H&M (every time H&M sell chequered socks I buy two pairs, and every time they sell out in a few days and I lament the fact that I bought too few, especially since their quality is apecrap)

That is the very beginning of my new painting in the background, by the way.


A brochure from a company presentation at the SSE by the Rothschild investment bank. As you can see, I took relevant notes. Additionally, the MD making the presentation was one of rather few people in the IBD business (at least doing company presentations) whom I was instantly impressed by.


These are some Fuji brand condoms I bought in China. For very obvious reasons, I have never used them, and I never will. Really, why are they called DAMAGE? I guess they contain gunpowder or something.


I looked after my friend's cats for a few days this Christmas, so he got me some stuff from his China trip. Among them - this happy pig!

Gorbachev's Tank

I just went out and got myself a bunch of art supplies. Easel, a bunch of acrylic colours (the only stuff I had left from last time was a pint each of red and black), brushes, the works. I just started on a painting which looks sort of like someone has regurgitated a mixture of absinthe and chocolate. It is supposed to be a forest, but firstly it is not yet finished and secondly I am probably the worst painter in the world. I am far too lazy to use different brushes, and I resent having to clean the brush, which leads to a lot of crappage. In a few years, this will hopefully be seen as a facet of my beautiful genius. I will, of course, keep you posted as regards my career as an artist.

I am haunted by some sort of sickness this week, and as always when I have a sickness that involves fever or fits of shivering, my dreams have been stranger than usual - I even had a nightmare!

I guess I am one of rather few people who almost never has nightmares, but at around 5 a.m. Monday morning, I woke up in a sweat from a dream of some sort of snake telepathically pulling me into a tv screen. Not that I usually fear snakes at all, so it was sort of weird. I will admit, though, that a snake pulling me into a tv would freak me out in real life as well, but not moreso than a badger trying to pull me into a toolshed or an egret pulling me into an episode of Frasier. I also fell asleep on the couch this evening, sleeping for more than three hours (which is so not me - I only sleep at night, in my bed) and dreaming of airplane restrooms in some sort of emergency situation and educating an acquaintance about the presidency of Boris Yeltsin. When I related this to her as I woke up, she asked "Who the hell is that?" so I had to repeat the process - how tedious! I remember having one fact wrong in the dream although all the others were spot on, and that was that I said that Yeltsin was riding Gorbachev's tank. Then I dreamed of a crying old lady in clown makeup, lamenting that her dog had just been run over by a train, so we sang about 40 things to do with a dead dog. Very odd. I hate having a fever.

Back to reality: The book Cowboy Angels which I am currently reading is one of the best, how shall I put it, stories about men doing things together. A Tom Clancy-esqe action-packed novel about covert ops and guns, that is. Plus a bit of time and space travelling. The difference is that Cowboy Angels is one of those books I found quite hard to put down. I am almost finished with it, and I must admit I was a bit disappointed by a few details, but all in all it is an essential read for those who want a few hundred pages of Adventurous Male Story.

Wednesday 2 January 2008

Fighting Fire with Tamron and Other Stories

I had some more pictures lying around on my computer.





These are a few shots I took a few days ago with my Tamron 90mm macro lens to see whether fire was an interesting photography subject. Sort of, but I liked the ashes better.



This is a collection of Swedish glögg (glühwein) bottles which I took the liberty of eternalizing when I was babysitting Nisse the cat. In addition to its regular line, the largest glögg label in Sweden, Blossa, makes a "special" (and limited) glögg every year with a new, unique taste and a bottle to match. They might not be the most beautifully designed bottles in the world, but I still sort of like them. I like the cat too.


Yes, a brand manager somewhere in the world thought that "Happy Time" would be the perfect name for a white, liquid soap. What ever will they think of next? My guess: Semen.

Tuesday 1 January 2008

Black Celebration

Another year, another new year's celebration at Ambra's house. We managed to get about as drunk as usual.