In any conversation about notable Canucks in fashion, a few names are bound to pop up: designers Dean and Dan Caten, (D2Squared), Linda Evangelista, Jessica Stam.
Add to that list Tommy Ton, founder of the street style blog JakandJil.com, and rising talent in the photography world. Last year, he shot a campaign for high-end Asian retailer Lane Crawford, and now, he’s snapping street style shots for GQ outside shows at Milan and Paris fashion weeks. And the shots are a triumph, featuring expertly pulled-off, unusual items like a denim peacoat and his and hers fur outfits, as well as classics like brogue boots and good, old-fashioned suits.
Hipsters make easy targets. We’ve had great fun making sport of them here at DailyXY, whether we’re mocking their ironic facial hair and super-skinny jeans, or simply ridiculing their mediocre hygiene.
Still, we’ll tip our hats to the brilliant blogger at Unhappy Hipsters, who turns the sport of hipster-mockery into a fine literary form. His captions to photos taken from Dwell magazine are razor-sharp, erudite – and weirdly hilarious.
Marketing folks like to talk about transumers – basically, people who shop in the course of their travels. Some argue that we enter a different mental space when we’re traveling; our perceived needs and wants change when we enter “Airworld.” (If you ask us, people are just bored. But no matter.)
Transumerism explains why airports are slowly transforming into malls, and why the Skymall catalogue persists, selling products that no person on land would ever consider purchasing. Like Roswell, the Alien Butler ($70). Or a bottle of tap water ($17). Or a bug vacuum ($50). Or the Designated Driver, a long, skinny thermos that fits neatly in your golf bag, offering refreshments out of its club-like head whenever you so desire ($50). Oh, no, wait a second. The Designated Driver is a stroke of brilliance.
The others, not so much.
Nickelback is a source of misery in our lives, but we take comfort in the fact that, surely, they won’t be around forever.
Not so for Kiwi tattoo artist Jason Mac, who lost a bet recently and was forced to get a tattoo depicting the band’s front man Chad Kroeger. Singing. Into a penis.
We admire Mr. Mac for being a man of his word, but really, is it worth a lifetime of misery?
Check out the worst tattoo ever below (via TheRock.net.nz). And while we’re on the subject of regrettable tattoos, check out this gallery of misspelled tattoos at HuffPo.
Earlier this week, we reported on a lollypop company’s brilliant marketing move: They hired Kim Kardashian as their “spokesperson.” But let us not overlook a more obvious, but also more compelling, marketing decision: That of a bikini maker to hire Bar Refaeli as their public face.
Sometimes the best ideas are the most obvious ones.
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