I’ve just got back from Hong Kong where I spent a couple of nights at the new W Hotel on Kowloon. What a hotel! Loved it. I’ll tell you all about it next issue but I thought I’d relate one lasting impression: detail. I know attention to detail in design costs good money but, wow,
Poker is the glamour sport of the noughties and to celebrate Lady Gaga is “bluffin’ with her muffin”. Lady Gaga (not her real name) is the real deal, apparently. She’s paid her dooos in the New York club scene, combining a love for high camp exhibitionism and hot pants. That’s right, Lady Gaga isn’t an
It’s not often that new technologies promote old fashioned values, but I think the world of hi-tech security is doing just that. We’re used to hearing about security being presented in a ‘what’ll they think of next?’ big brother sense — cameras watching our every move, satellites tracking our mobile phone movements etc — and
Sound is possibly the hardest part of <venue>’s remit to cover. When it comes to lights and interiors, a picture tells a thousand words — the work of an inspired architect or designer is evident in a photo; the results of a professionally-commissioned lighting design will be easy to see on the page; but the
Apparently Britney Spears is nuts. Personally, I don’t spend enough time in supermarket queues to remain fully abreast of the day-to-day Britney soap opera. But tap ‘Britney is nuts’ into Google and in 0.09 seconds you’ll find over 2.5 million compelling reasons why she’s completely cuckoo.
I’m aware that in these troubled times people look to their magazine editors for reassurance. Opinion leaders such as myself have a responsibility; a responsibility to shed light, not heat, on a vexed situation that doesn’t need any more scare-mongering and scuttlebutt. In an environment fueled by rumour and innuendo, it behoves me to provide
If you find yourself in stitches as you watch the current crop of Jim Beam, ‘The Bourbon’, ads on telly and know who the Crusty Demons are, then read on… cos do I have a music video for you. So drag yourself away from your 351 pickup, trim your mullet, polish your moccies, and come
Like everyone else, I was sickened to hear that a young chap was kicked to within an inch of his life outside the QBH nightclub in Melbourne’s Southbank district back in early September. The poor bloke later died in hospital and the thugs responsible were charged. My disgust turned into disbelief when I caught the
This issue we explore the lung-busting world of the Power Ballad. Few musical devices are more explosive and invite more vocal gymnastics than the Power Ballad… except, of course, when you gene splice the Power Ballad with the Duet. That’s right, the Power Ballad Duet: frightening for its raw primeval grunt and awesome in its
Madonna has only four minutes. Four minutes to strip down to her nanna’s undies, four minutes to skip down the aisle of a supermarket, four minutes to jump all over a Triumph Stag, four minutes to bust in on some chick’s ablutions, and four minutes to run roughshod over a family’s evening meal with her