There was a Quentin Tarantino party in Perth last night. The 5678's were hit on by a couple of Crazy 88's. Pai Mei, Oren Ishii, and Gogo Yubari got a little drunk. Elle Driver served drinks and swore at the ATM machine. A post-overdose Mia Wallace ended up on The Bride's couch. Tarantino himself was seen begging for drugs at a nearby gay bar.
(Apparently. I wasn't actually there, but my overbearing friend forced me through threats and blackmail to blog this non-event. Ezekiel 25:17)
Despite my snails-pace broadband connection, a recent favourite pastime of mine after a wearying days work and one-hour train ride, is trawling through the wonder that is YouTube. My god! I really can't express my gratitude toward the genius of Chad Hurley and Steve Chen enough for creating a platform for so much time-wasting bullshit. Night after night I can stay up past my bed time cringing at the ostentatious scene-stealing antics of Prince beside fellow coloured-musical-prodigy contemporaries Michael Jackson and James Brown, while "ROFLMFAO" at Mr T's 80's-era fashion tips over a booming synth-hip hop soundtrack. The nature of this site, in its allowal of personal expressive freedom (to a certain extent. I'd actually like to see more obscenity. You know, more tits, some hardcore cursing, a bit of anal sex.), permits a touchingly strong human element, whereby a particularly eloquent woman offers an informed opinion in her Fat Rant, or quality glimpses of the formerly esoteric realm of high-culture, as covered by NY Times. There are plenty of fashion-related clips available, namely segments of catwalk shows, however I recently discovered a highly entertaining and unusual clip tracing the history of fashion in under 5 minutes:
Originally a sequence from a 1986 Mode en France documentary, with a stunning soundtrack by Serge Gainsbourg, it is unfortunately narrated almost entirely in French, however, imagine my delight when I realised it was posted by Susie Bubble, of Style Bubble fame! I'm a bit of a fan of hers, really.
