Talent Unchallenged

I love love love Danny Robert's illustrations (and I hope he did not mind me posting it here. Cos, I simply love. it. )

A little bit about the person behind 'Igor + Andre', Danny Roberts...

Danny Roberts was born in Newport Beach, CA, July 18, 1985. He began drawing as a young child, starting his own clothing company at 13. He attended Cal Poly San Luis Obispo majoring in photography, and transfered to the Academy of Art in San Francisco to study Fashion Illustration. While at Cal Poly, Danny's art, displayed at Cal Poly's Art and Design Annual Juried Student Show, won the freelance category. Several of his pieces were on display in the AAU School of Fashion in the Spring of 2007, and he illustrated their Lookbook for the 2008 New York Fashion Week program. His Lookbook was reviewed on FashionOffice.com, a trend magazine covering international trends in fashion.

Danny's work was the first featured portfolio on the WGSN Generation Now Website for 2007, a unique showcase of graduating talent from the world’s leading universities and design colleges. Current Projects: He is currently illustrating Australian writer Sophie Ward's First children's book "Ginger Marmelade Toastmiester".

Immensely talented.

Beautiful, Dangerous, Sexy

If there is one reason I should visit Sydney again, it is not cos of Darling Harbour (that's reason no. 2 and Oxford St, raison numéro trois), it is cos I am very curious to visit the super chic, super funky, super everything that is, the IVY by the Merivale group (owned by the super talented, visionary Hemmes siblings) on George St.


My discovery of this "it" place was months ago when I got hold of the May/June 08 issue of Vogue Living. Completely blown away by the sheer size of the place (massive) and of cos, the amount of work done on the interiors from exceptionally good taste in furniture selection to lightings, to the cutlery and crockery to of cos, the people who served you - ahem, the word HOT don't even do justice. Quite OMFG-ish if you know what I mean :)



Let these pictures speak for itself ...

I wish I've more pics to share but I can't find any. Let's see if next year I get to physically be there. Or, come up with something similar if not better :) Till then

The Ivy is designed by Hecker Phelan Guthrie Design (Melbourne).

Quirky, sexy, naughty

Some pretty interesting stuff I've come across on the internet like this billboard by McDonald's at Chicago (by Leo Burnett) in the form of an egg. Yes, and egg that cracks open displaying a sunny side up.

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Self-promo (which INSPIRES me *wink*) of two budding Art Director and Copywriter. I love the whole concept and photog.

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Gene Ho, Spotted! I love that she makes a borrrring raincoat look so refreshingly stylish. And, who wears raincoat anyways these day? Of cos, aside from making raincoat so chic, she also dabbles her art on furniture, and home accessories like cutlery. Tres chic.

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The Paul Smith's Ping Pong table. Make no mistake. It is THE Paul Smith's ping pong table. What's the diff from your regular lawn green ping pong table at school? This is definitely more gay. LOL

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Latest campaign by WWF ... and this is NOT as cool as Abraham Sapien from Hellboy, yeah. (And, btw, I'm rating Hellboy 2 one of the top 10 movies of 2008. Guillermo Del Toro is a great story teller, and a visionary Director.)

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Can architecture ends the Arab-Israeli conflicts? And, has architecture gone a little whack? I don't think whack is the right word but definitely a whole lot more creative than say 5 years ago. Budding architects in Msia, it is time to change the skyscrapers in the city.

Art imitates Life

I had a bad day.

No, the day didn't start off having me breaking my bones in the morning. Nor, did I quarrel with Ad. In fact, the morning kicked off pretty fine with us having our breakfast at our regular place near home. It was nice cos we both appreciate moments like this.

In retrospect, it started with me having a strange pain in my abdomen. In the wee hours of the night causing me getting up to poop pop some gastric pills. That did help but not much cos the uncomfortable feeling carried on till morning. I shall spare you guys the erm, loo details :) I managed to make it to the office in one piece, nonetheless. The morning went off with me checking on emails, catching up with my staff and looking at what is coming up in the next couple of days. It was, in fact, a pretty peaceful day at work except...

Wait. I did walk quite a fair bit to the friggin' car park management office which is located in the basement - pretty scary considering I was carrying quite a bit of moolah with me to pay for the season car park. And, of cos, me wanting to save on alteration cost after having shopped at Zara. Hehe...

Still not too bad, right?

Yeah, so there was nothing seem out of the ordinary stood out until when I got to the Curve to gym. I fucking forgot my gym shoes and to make matter worse, I fucking could not withdraw any money from the ATM! WHY? I had exceeded the amount for the fucking day! (It was a new bank account and I havent got the time to amend the "configuration"). So with only a few bucks with me and no gym shoes, I went home rather distraught and angry with myself for being so foolish.

Fine. I thought I should order in McDonald's since that was easy and I called before I got home. The trip back home took longer than the delivery and the guy was a little peeved with me having waited for more than 10 minutes outside my house. He left and told me to call him once I am home again. I felt like shit.

I got home and saw a note on the floor. A red A4 size note with the content facing down.

"Damn! They produced red card now? Blacklisting me from ordering?" I thought. I was wrong when I found out it was from TNB - yes, my electricity got cut off. For how much?

RM167.50.

You have no idea how angry I was but I was more humiliated for having the McD delivery person waited for me. He arrived shortly after and I apologised profusely and tipped him, too; well, whatever I could dig from the house. Thank God for coins and loose RM1 notes.

Oh in case you're wondering how I get to blog, well, I drove out to the nearest Starbucks and started to go online. I got bored looking into the darkness in the entire house. I pity my little fishes in the aquarium. And, believe you me, I fucking hate TNB.

Well I guess the old adage, "Everything happens for a reason" is quite right. At the cafe, I'd discovered Marina Musa (http://mrana.typepad.com/bitbybit) and her art. There is something about her art that makes it so ... special. It speaks directly to me, the emotional depth of each piece is really mind bogging.







At least I'm quite happy now ...