I've just received this from Cocky da Homo MC, one of the most popular gay rappers online, who has just released a song in dedication to Asher Brown, a gay teenager who committed suicide due to bullying in a Texan school.
If you or anyone you know is affected by the content of this post, check out The Trevor Project for information and support.
Usually my big hair, and sporty little two door numbers are not a good match. However, the BMW 650i Cabriole proved to be the exception to the rule.
When Jack Yan, publisher of Lucire magazine, offered to take me for a spin in the BMW 650i Cabriolet he was test driving, I was over the moon. I do love a Sunday drive in something fabulous. The fact that is was a wet Saturday afternoon is besides the point. Joining us for the ride were the delightful Aaron and Chloe.
The car in question is gorgeous, all sleek lines, and wide, road hugging, tires. The interior bristles with the latest in technology. From rear parking cameras with a special graphical overlay that helps you park, to windscreen wipers that adjust their speed to match the amount of rain falling. And all clad in more leather than your average dominatrix.
We put the top down, and it was a smooth, automatic, experience. Though the rain at Princess Bay convinced use to put the top back up. It clicked shut with a pleasing chime.
Jack was driving, and on one steep hill he accelerated from, well, from something slow, to something very fast. I was pressed against the seat, as the g-force took effect. Exhilarating!
I cannot tell you how much this car is retailing for, as I am terrible with money and don’t look at price tags before buying. Which leads to all manner of trouble. But I do recommend it.
Any car that can fit a six foot five drag queen in a beehive wig is worth it.
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Bonjour la dahlinks,
So I've been inspired by Ecostore's tweets and have decided to explore their product range. Although I totally adore their philosophy of "no nasty chemicals" I've always found their visual brand missing my mark. It goes with out saying that "my mark" is a little camp and a little ironic. I've found Ecostore's imagery of happy middle class children frolicking in the long grass a little earnest. Equally - black and white photos of river stones never seemed quite camp enough.
But they do tell me don't judge a book by it's cover, so I trotted down to Homestead Health on Cuba street and purchased some rose and cardamon body wash. I was initially drawn to the vanilla and coconut, but when I popped the lid for a bit of a sniff I didn't smell much - though we could that down to the pack of Dunhills I smoked the day before.
I take purchasing a product very seriously and the total brand experience includes the interaction with the staff behind the counter. It's probably my own fault for going to a health food store (the vegan sales girls' obvious b12 deficiency makes them so vague sometimes). The woman who served me, while not actually rude , was much more brusque than I'd like and her manner did have me in defense mode - as if I would need to give her the slap down for being rude.
She asked me if I'd like a bag (they never like doing this at health and organic stores) and gave me one sans handle. This became a problem 15 minutes later when I was balancing the bag in question, some blue cordial and my cigarette holder, feeling much like a cirque du soleil act.
That's all for now as I don't quite need a shower yet but I will be sure to report back. I'm hoping that the body wash will be less drying that the Fijian coconut soap I've been using.
UPDATE:
Have showered and can report that the product in question is a delight!
Love and light
LaQuisha
Here's a great suggestion for some winter leisure: nip down to your local video store and rent some classic videos.
I've got three here that are oh so stylish: Rosemary's Baby (1968), Tenebrae (1982) and Twin Peaks (1991). Let's do this in chronological order starting with Rosemary's Baby. This one deals with poor old Rosemary who has conceived in communion with the devil - where's the contraceptive pill when you need it?
Rosemary has quite a bad time with her hell-spawn. But the really scary thing is the attitude of the men in her life. Husbands, doctors, neighbours and friends conspire to bring her birth to fruition.
Truly terrifying and perhaps a comment on the abortion debate raging in America at the time? Also, of course, we get treated with the best fashion and design that humanity has to offer — I did always love the 60s.
Or maybe you prefer some stylish 1980s Italian horror? Try Tenebrae, masterpiece of director Dario Argento. This one deals with a terrible serial killer stalking Roma who is obsessed with crime writer Peter Neal. The best fun to be had with this film is viewing the amazing locations, and all of the gorgeous Alfa Romeos cruising the streets.
We learn some interesting techniques of how to react if you hear a suspicious sound outside your house too — which I will be applying in my own life. 1) Push your fringe back 2) Ignore the sound 3) remove either your skirt, or your blouse.
Finally, you can re-live the halcyon days of the early 90s with Twin Peaks. David Lynch's seminal television work is still fantastic. I especially love the character of Audrey, and her sexy little red cardigan. When asked why she smokes she replies "Because I am stressed out", when asked why she is so stressed she replies "Because I smoke".
Scarily though, the location of Twin Peaks reminds me of a few small towns in New Zealand which will go nameless.
All of these and more can be found at a good video rental store near you.
Or if you adore the ease of ordering online, you can have them to be couriered to your home from Aro Video at http://www.arovideo.co.nz/
Tenebrae - http://www.arovideo.co.nz/film.php?FilmID=8443
Rosemary's Baby - http://www.arovideo.co.nz/film.php?FilmID=2037
There are three things I want to say about Niu Sila: It’s funny, amazing, and you should go and see it.
Nui Sila is the funniest play I have seen in years. It is achingly, side splittingly, hysterically funny. I laughed so hard that I feared for the integrity of my non-surgical facelift. So funny that I am speechless (a rare thing). So, where to start?
Dave Fane and Damon Andrews bring to life the story of two boys, six-year-old Ioane Tafioka – fresh off the boat from the Pacific, and six-year-old Peter Burton – the clarinet playing son of a Palangi academic, growing up next door to each other. Spanning thirty years from suburban Wellington in the 1960s; to hilarious school discos in the 1980s; though to the present day.
Forget political correctness, these two tell it like it is. Remembering all the crazy characters of our childhood: The matriarch, the strict school-maam, the bleeding heart liberal, the crazy church minister, and the comely younger sister of our best friend.
The truly amazing thing is that Dave and Damon play all of the characters, seamlessly. An amazing performance that must have been exhausting for both actors, though neither showed any signs of fatigue.
Why ‘Niu Sila’ for a title? This puzzled me until I said it in a thick PI accent – ‘New Zealand’! I recommend that you get on the phone to Downstage, pronto, to book your tickets. You’ll be smiling for the rest of the week.
Book at Downstage Theatre on 04 801 6946, Tickets: $15 - $35, 2 April – 1 May.
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Bon Jour la Darling,
Not too much to report today. Just a restaurant recommendation. I had a lovely lunch at the Miyabi Japanese Cafe in the Willis Street Village. If you're in Wellington I recommend that you check it out.
Maybe I will become a patron of the arts, I'm told that this is a very good way to increase ones leisure time. In the meantime I am please to publicize a stunning upcoming exhibition by Wellington sculpture Hannah Bremner.
You are warmly invited you to an installation featuring works made in Scotland during Ms Bremner's time spent as artist in residence on the cold cliffs of Lybster.
Details are as follows:
Where: Neut Gallery, 2 Riddiford Street, Newtown
When: Friday 12th March - Friday 26th March
Ms Bremner will be looking after the space Monday to Friday 2pm-6pm Saturday 12pm - 5.30pm, if you would like to visit.
And this lunchtime, why not visit your local gallery. I assure you that you will be uplifted and refreshed.
Well, I have another delightful evening at the theatre on Saturday night when I went to see Foi (http://www.nzfestival.telecom.co.nz/home/page.aspx?page_id=75) at the Opera House. Foi is an Belgium avant garde dance/opera, quite extraordinary, they managed to fuse contemporary with the medieval. My favourite - of course - was the big black Christian drag queen who exclaimed "Jesus is my caffeine, the Lord is my alarm clock".
Sound strange? It certainly was, and I loved it.
The only irritation was the idiot who decided that bringing their baby to avant garde European operadancetheatre was a good idea. Wrong! We do not want to hear the squawks of middle class larvae. Really, if they can afford tickets to the festival they can afford a baby sitter.
Good morning,
Well the New Zealand International Arts Festival (http://www.nzfestival.telecom.co.nz) is in full swing here in Wellington. I don’t need to remind you of the leisurely virtues of attending the ballet or the theatre. I was lucky enough to attend Ballet Nacional de España a few nights ago. I do apologise for not reporting back on this sooner.
They were just extraordinary, and the handsome boys had very nice bottoms too. And how percussive it all was, with clapping, stamping and hand held castanets for the girls. Wow, wow, wow.
Though, I was disturbed by Wellingtons middle-class Kelburn set and their dire sense of fashion. Now I know that if you are born into one of the ‘establishment’ families that you want to look ostentatious at the ballet – there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just the way that so many of the Kelburn women go about it.
My poor eyeballs were assaulted by metallic gold jackets, and dry frizzy hair styled into severe bobs.
My friend and I had a little joke about this last night. We refer to them as the Paua set. They just love that silver with Paua inlay jewelery.
Oh well, what can you do?
