Magic Indeed (I love you David)

Here's a little cover slash borrowing from the master himself David Bowie. Whilst searching for a clip of Carey Grant saying "never judge a book by it's cover" in the 1947 film "The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer", I inadvertently found the famous origin of a great line in the song "Magic Dance" from Labyrinth . Childhood flashbacks anyone?

You can't judge a cook by his mother

I know so very few people who actually follow this adage. Is it even possible to not judge a book by its cover? In these super fast interweb, twitterizing, you tube, I tube, we all fucking you tube days, where it's almost become an imperative to partake in a social-non-social networking that is all about judging and putting out your perceived image of who you are or at least who you wish to be—can we even attempt to not judge people? (Jeez I sound like Carey from Sex and City).

Documentation of the the commonly used saying "Don't judge a book by it's cover" stems from the saying "You can't judge a book by its binding". I think this paints a better visual about what it is that we are not meant to be judging. Each and everyone's insides, their bindings you could say, are what make them who they are. Imagine if people didn't judge each other before attaining better proof of our judgmental perceptions. So I'm going to conscientiously try to not judge a book by it's bindings all week and see where it takes me. (I just re-read and it sounds a little preachy but please don't judge).

Cover...

This month's theme is Cover...

I've just added the dots to allow for additional words to Cover... for example Under, Up, Sheet, Story and so on and so forth.

In a strange and ill fitting twist of lazy fate, we are extremely behind on the release of the September Issue (no not Vogue they're on time). And in tribute to my procrastinativeness (and dumbfounded ability to yank magically long and whack words from the dictionary of the never) I have dedicated this first post to the age-old cover up we've all heard of, thanks to American television, but never actually used "The Dog Ate My Homework".

"The Dog Ate My Homework" by Anthony Rebelo. (Great I just came up with the most lame sounding title of my stop–start life biography (notice it's a biography as it would take me forever to write the auto form). So for all of us who start something and struggle to finish or never start anything at all, or are continuing on our merry-go-round-about-carousel of a one-way street, constantly, always, never-ending whilst remaining in a permanent state of dégagé-like procrastinativeness... (it's growing on me) just remember you're only one lame cover-up excuse away from...

Gay Pride Cake Anyone?

 

Dubbed 'Gay Pride Cake' (pretty much only by us), not only will this cake celebrate free, unhindered and accepting love on any occasion but it will get you as you high as multi-coloured kite on a shit load of sugar. Let's hope on this election day, Australians take an evolutionary step forward and give people a reason to stuff their faces!

Bake it.....

Rebel Rebel

This clip would seem to have nothing to do with birthdays but through a fortuitous train of birthday–related cyber-stalking (and the discovery that Kim Gordon and I share the same birthday. YES!), I found this clip and discovered this concert. In 1997, David Bowie celebrated his 50th birthday by playing live in Madison Square Gardens, New York. With a line-up consisting of Smashing Pumpkin's Billy Corgan, The Cure, Placebo (relatively unknown at the time but already long lauded by Bowie as the next big things), the Foo Fighters, Sonic Youth, Lou Reed, Frank Black and, of course, the thin, white duke himself, I can't imagine what this gig must have been like. Bowie apparently once said, 'I shall welcome it!' when asked how he would feel when he turned 50. I personally love how he picked artists of the time to do this instead of harking back to some past era as if he was relevant then but not now. The real classics are everlasting. – Erin Kitchingman

Birth. And Death

Our birthday is not only a celebration of when we came into this world, it is a celebration of life. We are alive now, once we were not. Julia deVille celebrates life through death and vice versa. Her beautiful, dark pieces make a bigger impact than their delicate components of tiny animal bones and precious gems and lifeless creatures would imply. Think about it beyond the obvious references of taxidermy and death and you realise that these creatures are living again - as re-used objects but also as a way for us to engage in the age-old practice of using jewellery and trinkets to illuminate our living presence in the world. These pieces allow us to enhance our aliveness and appeal to those who's attention we catch, making them see our existence, making them aware that we are here and that we are alive, celebrating our life.

Birth Rights

The birth of gay rights is a birthday of sorts. Good sorts. Immense sorts. Historic and great sorts. This film is not being shown in Australia yet but, we can but wish and hope. Having come back from a trip to San Fran just over a year ago and by way of it realising just how momentuous these events were in the train of many people's lives, it would be amazing to see a filmatic study of such a birthday—the denial on society's part o these lives, the repressed celebration of that, the coming of age and refusal to pretend to NOT be fully alive, and the subsequent aftermath. Like any birth of an era whether it be one person's or a whole portion of society's, this would be a fantastic 'birthday' film indeed. Keep an ear out for Stonewall Uprising.

Sugarcubes 'Birthday' off the album–Life's Too Good (1988)

She lives in this house over there, Has her world outside it Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth, She's five years old Thread worms on a string, Keeps spiders in her pocket Collects fly wings in a jar, Scrubs horse flies And pinches them on a line, Ohhh... She has one friend, he lives next door, They're listenening to the weather He knows how many freckles she's got, She scratches his beard She's painting huge books, And glues them together They saw a big raven It glided down the sky, She touched it., Ohh... Today is a birthday, They're smoking cigars He's got a chain of flowers, And sows a bird in her knickers, Ohhh... They're smoking cigars, They lie in the bathtub, A chain of ... flowers

Alas poor Chocolate, I knew it would melt.

Skull cakes by Chloe Bird. Not much more to say here but... amazing. Imagine sticking a candle or two in that and wondering how long you've got left. Really these are the ultimate way of coming to terms with your slow crawl to the grave. Very grounding and delicious.

Life before birth

Our French connection Jennifer Sims shares a lovely drawing of hers inspired by a well known and very funny poem by the always quirky and forever awkward Woody Allen. You can check out her mellow musings and observations of French life through the eyes of a foreigner at her blog Indicative Daisy.

Next Life

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case. - Woody Allen

A belated 719 Beige Candles

Forever at the centre of any number of torrid love triangles, fence sitting Switzerland turns a healthy 719 on August 1st. I can only imagine the Swiss National Day celebrations involving kaleidoscopic cuckoo clocks and towering balloons shaped like big banks and fireworks exploding into fabulously precise time pieces and army knives. Sadly I'll miss the celebrations but still want to say a Rational and Unemotional 719th Birthday to Switzerland and thank this wonderful nation for being neutral. Your nonpartisan stance inspires us to stay non-invasive and keep that oh so crucial objective point of view.