the beautiful and the damned

crazy beautiful
the new york times style magazine has a slide slide show on the bad boys of celebdom called "the beautiful and the damned" with a byline that says, "their faces hold out the possibility of an inner life. And what could be sexier than that?" they're right. the stark black and white photographs make the men look stunning. it includes photographs of hugh laurie, sam shepard, jeremy irons, billy bob thornton, nick nolte, ed harris, the absolutely delicious robert downery jr, and of course the poster boys of gorgeous disintegration - mick jagger and keith richards.
this makes coming in to work on a monday totally worthwhile.

crazy cool
my favourite person of late has been nagesh kukunoor. i came out of the theatre after watching dor with a huge grin plastered on my face. here's why:
1. nk is as good at directing as he's bad at acting. and trust me he's crap at acting.
2. the script for dor is fantastic. tight and crisp. funny and sad.
3. it's a rather emotional movie but has none of the bollywood tamasha. no overemphasied pathos. no overplayed scenes. no bullshit.
4. the shots are framed beautifully. for a computer engineer, nk has a great sense of asthetics.
5. from hyderabad blues to dor, the man has really evolved as a storyteller. his stories have just gotten more and more interesting and he has, on the way, cultivated a flair for telling them. and that absolutely shines through in dor.

but don't take my word for it. go out and see the movie for yourself.

crazy weird
i went for the mtv lycra style awards a few days ago. for people who claim to set standards in style, they were surprisingly unoriginal, and hence, totally not stylish. why?

because they were not pushing the boundaries of fashion. the shows were the same old. the same old. no new talent. no designers who were pushing the envelope. although, i must admit rohit and rahul gandhi's collection called white carnival was rather stunning. white and gold were the predominant colours. and they mixed them well to come out with a collection that was suprising wearable and utterly chic. as soon as i find some photographs of the clothes, i'll put them up.

because they gave out awards like "the best accessory designer" without even having a showcase of her work. so everyone was left wondering exactly what niharika somebody did to get that award.

because they gave the most stylish film award to KANK. eeew. what were they thinking? and when did style become something you pick off the rack at some american mall?

because there was an element of farce that ran through the whole show. like no one really cared what it was really about. just a hastily put together award show, to gain some publicity, show some star power and make a little bit of a noise.

'tis was a shame.