It probably smells exactly like what you see in this ad.
YSL Opium advert is eighth most complained about
Yves Saint Laurent's infamous Opium advert featuring a naked Sophie Dahl is the eighth most complained about advert in the last 50 years.
30 May 2012
Who are these people that track complaints about ads?
Just btw if you have ever heard anyone say YSL's Belle d'Opium
doesnt smell schnazzy, rest assured, they know what they are talking about. I do.
Why does this ad work? Because it makes a woman think: wheres that other shoe?
Posted by mach1231
at 12:12 AM PDT
I went out evening a few years ago, it was either spring or summer, the sun was high in a blue sky, a few hours till dusk to go, and I went out on a walkabout and listened to this song over and over again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSML7J2yHbg&feature=colike
Not that I was consoling my self or on a bout of self-pity or anything like that , I think I was just befuddled a little and wanted solace...wanted to decipher the lyrics and try to catch its meaning more, but also just other wise enjoy the music for it's cathartic value.
At the end of it all I think I found out nothing more than its likely just a really good heartfelt song with a singer who has poured his heart and soul into it with everything he has and may have more deep personal meaning than anything created for commercial value
I think about singing it my self but then also think to my self if I poured my own heart into as much as this singer has, would she hear it that way too? The way that I do?
And if you were in the audience singing this song along with Rod (or with the crowd)
http://youtu.be/ibfSXu2Fqks
would I be able to hear yours?
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Just imagining has to be enough since Rod may not ever even be on a tour again-,..has to be enough, seeing my self being in that audience singing along. It shows how much toute de le monde-,..its not just me. It's everybody. Including me.
Are you out there though-,...somewhere?
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Posted by mach1231
at 11:00 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 26 May 2012 11:34 PM PDT
I remember you
Mood:
don't ask
Topic: Arts
I feel like this...a lot today. http://youtu.be/sRY1NG1P_kw
I had just barely caught the last bus last night after a few hours at a net cafe; but had bumped into an old chum who was down on his luck so I spotted him a few-,....and ran like a linebacker lost for the end zone to the bus stop.
As it arrived, it was standing room only...filled with the spilled out leftovers of revelers and ejects and holdouts from the clubs, packed like so many sardines into a bus that made its hour long trek through the 3 districts of whats commonly called the LOWER MAINLAND, which are the various boroughs adjoining Vancouver, Canada into a place called SURREY.
I barely had a few words to mumble to this crowd of young, loud and braying louts and chics with not too much concern with acting lady-like (like fo sho.)
As tired as I was; up without so much as 20 winks for probably 20 hours.
But there ended up a few tense moments as if it were not enough it to be stacked end to end cramped with alcohol prone loud mouths, so as a practical eventuality, the police ended up called in to restore a semblance of civility.
Poor bloke next to me decided he could not hack it anymore and quickly exited. For him, the ride may have been the only hope between a cold night on the streets or a nice warm place to lay but the mere threat of spillover and prospect of mania and panic urged him stronger to leave rather than rooted to stay.
In the end, nothing *REALLY HAPPENED* but it was just no fun really, and not much to even count for relief to wash over me even as I stepped off the bus.
But rolling over here into the glaring sunshine of today, I question my surroundings and feel pent up with all kinds of existential angst, irritability and dissatisfaction with the mocking tone of Facebook half the time, and the thinness of smiles and lack of friendliness even in rl..
...with this ever so thin line between sarcasm and irony,(maybe) and yet a disenchantment with all kinds of worldly wisdom, bright sayings and clever wordology showing up in my feed..as if it were nothing but a gum dispenser (5 cents)....
so maybe I just dont want to live in a bubble ...with gobs of insulation...llittle smacky , snarky bits of insinuated prepackaged clap trap ringing in my ears... while practically shunning the up close and real portents of the world or marveling at sights and wonders ensconsed entirely within 16 whole inches of screen..
Still waters run deep and my heart is as active as a tornado in a storm but still rooted in one spot all the time...making a hole on the spot.
I see crowds of people of every nationality here, many contributing to the cacophony with their own languages and tongues, transplanted cultures or unmistakeable marks or vestiges of their DNA embedded ethnicity,
and as I do I cant help but think of the "raw deal" handed on a silver platter to the natives of this country, OUR country and suddenly it does not feel like home anymore.
So maybe as the sun wanes and the clouds inevitably arrive to even the score, in between that time I will figure out whats ailing me , or what it is pinching my nerves and then put wealth consciousness somewhere like back where it belongs ...not thrown out like a bad overly pummeled thing...and either find something to do with all the easily recyclable goodies stacked in my closet or barring that find a new well spring of happiness or invent one or change things to suit my self more.
But if there is even anti-commercialism air deep in Facebook, it begins to cave in as it cannot run on fumes and air, but nor does it feel like a place to be as an oh so simple tool for blatant self-promotion or vaunted self-centeredness or vain glorous pursuits....
which seems to stir up envy, jealousy, rivalry , contentions and pushes real feelings, as much as part of the real, living, breathing, human experience as anything...to suffer below the surface.
I do not "fear" Facebook will fall like a fad as much as the inevitable disappointment it will bring that its expectations wont be fulfilled as they are too high for the Net to accommodate.
It cannot be counter culture nor can it rise to release itself from corporate bonds.
OK so thats my ramble of the moment, cue mic off and no I have no smoke in my hand but perhaps a off line creative endeavor of some proportion more than a status update will at least quiet this soul stirring.
Off rolling now into the last of the day, searching back for my own <3 and my hands balled into fists. ..making sure the suns light bounces off my exposed biceps in just the right way. And now just to end this little alleyway scrawl...Id like to end it by saying...thank you but if you didnt mind, Id kindly like my fuckeeng MTV. lol
Posted by mach1231
at 7:04 PM PDT
A Hello out there
We love Neil like the sun beams down on fields of gold, all searching but some of us not so lost as being happy in being alive.
Listen to the man speak before he sings..a brief preamble
http://youtu.be/FK7JbQOuUBo
You cant really call your self Canadian, a film and music lover without experiencing the full bore power of the Trunk Show, really.
Posted by mach1231
at 11:59 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 26 May 2012 12:11 AM PDT
Like me..a far off place is what I am not where I am
Mood:
rushed
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Ahh yes the past.
'To Walk with Lions' was one of my most favorited films from the 90s . Man just went to a theater tonight to dissolve and fold my week and and one theatre was almost wall to wall with 3D offerings and I knew there was nothing in it for me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ty8j8ZRAW0
I was particularly moved by the fiery performance of Ian Bannen (not ashamed at all to say at all I almost cried when he did)-,..more than the very stage-like dramatic thespian flair of Sir Richard Harris, who did a stupendous job of course in his own right.
Apparently he had died in the same year of the films release but starred in other films post-humously.
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Further reading
http://www.bradtguides.com/articles-the-lions-of-the-masai-mara.html
http://www.bradtguides.com/Book/472/The-Marsh-Lions.html
Posted by mach1231
at 11:24 PM PDT
Updated: Friday, 25 May 2012 11:48 PM PDT
Thems were the days (can you say it?) :)
Mood:
cool
Topic: Business
I used to work sales for a site very similiar to this one, back in the day when the net was still relative to the world as something fresh and new and exciting and also very HTML intensive..:)
It was great because I found my own leads, set my own hours and actually got a real pay check (I think PayPal and Interac email were but fiery tidbits in some persons wishful imagination at that time. When YouTube was not even yet registered with INIC.)
http://www.madbookings.com/special_places/african_safari.htm
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Cheers you alls.
Posted by mach1231
at 11:06 PM PDT
Eminönü and Bond 23
Mood:
a-ok
Topic: Travel
Fantastic shot of the new Bond film set in Turkey.
http://media2.firstshowing.net/firstshowing/img4/EmSquareIstanbulpanowideXLFS.jpg
Story behind shot here.
If I were Mr. James Bond I think I'd know where I'd stay.
built in 1892 by the Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits to accommodate the passengers arriving by train on the Orient Express from London and Paris, recently refurbished, room 411 is where Agatha Christie wrote 'Murder on the Orient Express'.
http://www.perapalace.com/
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Or perhaps here.
But of course there's always this one.
Or check this one out.
http://www.lesottomans.com/
Looks like the local tourist business has been slightly stirred this time.
http://www.euronews.com/2012/04/30/turkish-traders-angry-with-bond-movie-makers/
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Berlin's new airport opens for its first flights June 3.
Slow idyllic historical tourist route.
http://www.seat61.com/Turkey.htm
Otherwise, how to get there fast and cheap.
http://www.sunexpress.com/giris.php?lang=en
Posted by mach1231
at 2:44 PM PDT
Updated: Sunday, 6 May 2012 9:19 PM PDT
Machs Round Up
Mood:
a-ok
Topic: News on News
A cornucopius-like collection of disparate bits of information that will glance over your eyes inbetween your turning of newspaper sheets...
..heard that Starbucks announced it will no longer be using ground up red beetles in its signature products?
Coffee-chain giant Starbucks Corp. is moving toward replacing a colouring agent made of crushed beetles
http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/04/20/us-food-starbucks-idUSBRE83J0Z120120420
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Well. @ least its good for you....
http://www.naturalnews.com/002043_food_additives_coloring.html
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But would you knowingly feed your children an ingredient derived from coal tar? That's exactly what you may be doing, if you let them eat any orange or yellow artificially-colored products including sodas, cheese-flavored products, flavored chips, pickles or a myriad of other foods and beverages. The industrial waste-derived coloring chemical is called tartrazine....
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And what covers 1,100 square meters, contains 200,000 lights, 90,000 human figures, 5,800 meters of model train track, a model airport and has 150 trains running at any one time and is located in Berlin?
Heir klicken to find out.
Posted by mach1231
at 6:57 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 21 April 2012 7:20 PM PDT
