....On learning that the Veils are in the studio recording a new album
Read all about it on fellow blog spot blog spot
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW EXCITED I AM...
...on learning that Karl Urban may be playing Judge Dredd in the forthcoming motion picture.
How cool would it be to say I went to school with Judge Dredd?
Friday, July 23, 2010
30 MONTH PERSPECTIVE
The above image is a collection of the things my two and a half year old daughter is currently into at the moment. Quite colourful, I am sure you would agree.
What would a montage of a dozen or so images of the things you are currently into look like? Not as colourful I would imagine. Does life get less colourful as we get older?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Art-hoax
So who out there has seen Exit through the Gift Shop? Currently screening nationwide as part of the New Zealand International Film Festival.
There is a lot of debate on the blogosphere on either this film is a hoax or not, i.e. if the film just an elaborate manoeuvre on Banksy's part, or did Guetta (the documentary maker turned subject of the movie) really evolve into Mr. Brainwash overnight?
I think the analysis into this is almost irrelevant; one should concentrate more on if the hoax is on the film going public or the art going public or both?
Did Mr Brainwashes inaugural exhibition really sell out it’s factory produced prints for millions of dollars (total sales / not individual)? Who brought these items? What were they thinking, that they were getting the next Banksy? Or that they were in fact getting the actual Banksy?
I found the film highly entertaining, I am purposely not mentioning anymore of the details behind it in this blog, as I think it would detract from your viewing pleasure.
P_Lab says go see the movie. Laugh out loud (when did you last do that) and then google MBW and make your own assumptions. I’ve made mine.
http://www.banksyfilm.com/
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The Poorer Cousin
On 18 May the sale of two of Fiona Pardington's works at Art + Object in Auckland attracted the highest price paid at auction for a photograph in New Zealand. The previous record of $30,000 was shattered when Fiona's Quai Branly suite of nine Heitiki realised $64,275, and her single image Ake Ake Huia sold for $30,385.
Photography has shed its reputation in New Zealand as the poorer cousin of painting and sculpture.
Photography has shed its reputation in New Zealand as the poorer cousin of painting and sculpture.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
New Lid
And I thought the art of service was lost in Auckland. Well you have your Crane Brothers, but I have never had a particularly good time there. Treat me like I look, poor. Does anyone still read Murray’s blog any more? I thought not.
No I thought the art of service was lost in Auckland. Until recently that is when I decided it was time for a new lid.
I was not returning to Leo O’Malley’s on the Karangahape ridge. For the last lid purchase I basically had to order the lid from Hills, get them to deliver to Leo’s, call to check it had arrived, go and collect it. Sorry besides your margin what was your part in the transaction again Leo? Smith & Caughey and the word service used in the same sentence, not in my tenure in Auckland.
Seems I had ticked off all the old school stores or stores with old school beliefs.
Until a walk down the high street had me stumble across RJB Design. An unassuming store, I entered assuming nothing. I was met by a portly gentleman who greeted me with sincerity and informed me that he would be right with me as soon as he was finished with the other lone customer in the store. This other lone customer (also of portly stature and not so lone as he was with his wife (well I assumed it was his wife (she seemed to know rather intimate details of his measurements))) was after the Richie Benaud look. I think that statement there sets the scene of the type of store I had found myself in. This man with the Benaud yearning and his suspected wife looked like they had just walked off the cruise liner that was currently docked at the Auckland foreshore. Further eavesdropping into their conversation in formed me it was at the case. The dribble that was coming out of this mans mouth was enough to stain an expensive looking beige suit. But the store clerk showed the utmost patience and continued to provide this man with a level of service I thought was restricted to south of the Bombay’s.
As Benaud took to the dressing cubical it was my turn to experience this first class service first hand. I was given full range of the available lids, offered advice to where on my head the lid should actually sit, complemented and finally given a nice friendly pat on the tush. He didn’t really I was just checking that you were still reading my blog.
End result was I left the shop happy and with a new lid.
No I thought the art of service was lost in Auckland. Until recently that is when I decided it was time for a new lid.
I was not returning to Leo O’Malley’s on the Karangahape ridge. For the last lid purchase I basically had to order the lid from Hills, get them to deliver to Leo’s, call to check it had arrived, go and collect it. Sorry besides your margin what was your part in the transaction again Leo? Smith & Caughey and the word service used in the same sentence, not in my tenure in Auckland.
Seems I had ticked off all the old school stores or stores with old school beliefs.
Until a walk down the high street had me stumble across RJB Design. An unassuming store, I entered assuming nothing. I was met by a portly gentleman who greeted me with sincerity and informed me that he would be right with me as soon as he was finished with the other lone customer in the store. This other lone customer (also of portly stature and not so lone as he was with his wife (well I assumed it was his wife (she seemed to know rather intimate details of his measurements))) was after the Richie Benaud look. I think that statement there sets the scene of the type of store I had found myself in. This man with the Benaud yearning and his suspected wife looked like they had just walked off the cruise liner that was currently docked at the Auckland foreshore. Further eavesdropping into their conversation in formed me it was at the case. The dribble that was coming out of this mans mouth was enough to stain an expensive looking beige suit. But the store clerk showed the utmost patience and continued to provide this man with a level of service I thought was restricted to south of the Bombay’s.
As Benaud took to the dressing cubical it was my turn to experience this first class service first hand. I was given full range of the available lids, offered advice to where on my head the lid should actually sit, complemented and finally given a nice friendly pat on the tush. He didn’t really I was just checking that you were still reading my blog.
End result was I left the shop happy and with a new lid.
So the art of service was alive and thriving in A Town. Well that was what I thought. Until I decided I needed a box to keep my lid in….
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