Coveting 4.27.10

Antimatter in a can. I could control the universe if I got my hands on a couple of these bad boys. And of course all the other requisite trappings of an evil genius. Should be easy, right?

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Hair-raising

I’m in awe. How much hairspray went into this?

Also, her glasses are awesome.

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One of my favourite screenshots.

Throw in a chiropractor covering his face with a cape and a UFO made from a pie tin, and you’ve pretty much got the reasons why Plan 9 from Outer Space is awesome. Do yourself a favour if you like bad movies– track down a copy and see it now.

Xin Nian Kuai Le!

Yes, I’m celebrating Chinese New Year with gratuitous pictures of cute Asian babies… what?

Fashion Faces

I love these “Fashion Faces” that I came across on Overdose de Moda, Patricia Lima’s wonderful blog . They remind me of a cross between African masks and the images to be found on Faces On Inanimate Objects. They’re delightfully humourous. I’ve always been a little too fond of anthropomorphism, a little too prone to adopting objects I see looking “mournful” in vintage stores. These clothes, formed into faces, take this to a further point.  I can totally imagine them having great conversations, the one above and the bottom one booming out wise sayings. So cute!

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Masters of the Universe

I was going to ring in Christmas with my triumphant return to blogging, but was cruelly foiled by a crappy internet connection that kept breaking down whenever I tried to upload pictures. Also, the dog ate my wireless router. Excuses, excuses. Actually, my family just adopted a crazy one-year-old Lab with serious abandonment issues, so that last one was almost true, but no. He’s not allowed anywhere near electronic equipment. Or me. Apparently I start whining and shrieking like a two-year-old when jumped on a few two many times by a creature my size. And I thought I liked dogs.

ANYWAY, rambling pulled slightly back in to focus on the subject I’m at least attempting to lead in to, Christmas is a time for family and reminiscing and all that. My poor fourteen-year old brother had his baby pictures forcibly shown to a female friend of his. He claims to not be scarred by the experience, which shows that he has a far stronger psyche than I do. I went into my childhood room and was reminded of what a dork I was in seventh grade, courtesy of a class picture that I had banished from memory.  We did the big Italian family get-together thing, and many other small meetups. It was very lovely, despite the fact that my time there was cut in half by the evil storms that plagued the Northeast last Saturday, when I was meant to fly out. I love being around my family, and I love digging through my old stuff to see what treasures I come across.

This time around, I was reminded of my undying love for Masters of the Universe, which I used to think was absolutely the best thing on earth. Being a tomboy, I would charge about all over the place, crying, “By the power of Grayskull!” Screw She-Ra. I wanted to be He-Man. I think I was rather confused about the ol’ gender identity thing as a kid, although I did concede that her head-dress was infinitely more badass than his poncey hairdo. Anyway, I was absolutely delighted when I was looking about on Behance the other day and came across Adrian Riemann’s take on the characters, reimagined as hipsters. It’s a little bit precious, but also funny as hell, so I thought I simply had to put some of these up to share.

He-Man!

Skeletor. The person I wanted to be if I couldn’t be He-Man. He was so sinister and cool. He had a SKULL for a head. Come on.

I now recognise that She-Ra is badass.

Man-At-Arms had the coolest name.

Ok kittens, I’m actually at Heathrow right now, waiting to head back to New York. I just got the dreaded “Reserve Battery Power” notice on my screen, so I must run, but you can find the rest of them (with outfit descriptions!) here. Please check them out, and the rest of Adrian’s portfolio. They’re awesome.

Hello, Dali!

His pictures always make me laugh so much! Can you imagine how much fun it must have been being him?

Channelling…

 

That’s it. This woman is going to be my inspiration today, red chiffon wrap, bored look and all. I do think her look is just what I need to add some zing to my day. What is a “Snow-Ball of Fire”, anyway? I’m intrigued but slightly terrified.

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Yeti v. Sasquatch

Nate Wragg is a pretty darn amazing artist. He works as an animator for Pixar, and also spends his time making these wonderful retro-tinged paintings of fun topics. My favourites are the Sex and Science series, and the Yeti vs. Sasquatch series.

(As a side note, the picture above is called “Talk Science to Me”, which is a sentiment I can always get down with. I totally have a thing for sciencey types, which probably started with reading about sexy, square-jawed, brilliant scientists/renaissance men in the trashy scifi books of my youth. My fella is a PhD student in electrical engineering at MIT who is saddened by the fact that he never became a mathematician, and I’m just like, mmm. Numbers. Chips. Things I know nothing about. Tell me more. (Plus he’s a hottie who does capoeira, kitesurfs and plays classical guitar. Yup. He’s a catch and a half.) )

Ok, daydreams about lab coats aside, check out these pictures. The Sex and Science ones are delightfully cheesecakey, and the Yeti vs. Sasquatch are just plain awesome. Yetis! A Sasquatch! Battling! Amazing!

Love the thought of horn-doggery in space.

And finally, Yetis in love! Cutest thing ever!

I kind of am tempted to try to track this one down as a card to use for Christmas this year. But I never get around to sending out cards, so I’ll just stick to looking at it. But look! He’s carving out the tree for her! How cute!

Mmmm….

Nutella. From my hometown (yay!). The perfect way to start the day. Sadly, I’m having cereal, as I’m not allowed to have it in the house. It disappears a little too quickly. Still, I can dream, can’t I? This picture reminds me of lazy, sunlit mornings growing up spent lounging about at my friend’s house. Her mother always served us healthy breakfasts of Nutella and toast or tea and cookies. Stark contrast to my house, where breakfasts when I was younger consisted of a combination of health food imposed by my mother and weird things imposed by my stepfather– grilled banana and cheese sandwiches, anyone? The health food I am now appreciative of, but at the time I sure wished I could have the Nutella-touting mom.

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Also the subject of much discussion throughout Italy, pretty much summed up in this cult scene from Nanni Moretti’s film Bianca. Awesome.