#066 Days with my father

It's funny how sometimes you stumble across something that is so relevant to your own life, you begin to wonder whether you're in the driving seat.

My mum's not well, I've come back to NZ to be with the fam, have already started collating her best recipe's into a wee gem of a cookbook, and my mind is filled with so many more must-do things to get down all the hilaaarious pieces of gold that make her who she is over the coming months; on top of just....hanging out.

Philip Toledano's 97 year old father had short term memory loss, after his mother passed away and him having to tell his father she'd 'gone to Paris for a while' everytime he asked where she was, he started documenting his visits.

A cute, honest, hilarious, beautifully photographed and written tribute to the last three years of a vigorously charming mans life.

www.dayswithmyfather.com

#064 PSD

I see what you did there.

#063 Thanks a bunch

Leah Dieterich's mother always told her to write thank you notes. So she does. To everything.

I tried to do this ages ago when Oprah started bleating about writing down things you were thankful for on a daily basis (back when I was a try-hard middle aged woman). I found I'd have about a million when I was boozed but would get real blues when I couldn't think of anything past Blue Powerade and Bacon Egg rolls/Eggs Bene when I was hungover.

Jump to thxthxthx.com

#062 Mac Book Book Book

I remember seeing these Book book cases a while back and salivating all over my Semi Permanent ticket. Handmade one of a kind leather hardback velvety soft interior goodness for your Macbook. I even contemplated a new mac just so I could get one and now I'm in the market for a new lappy I ACTUALLY NEED ONE!

*fist pumps*

#061 Diamond eyes

Still beating my dick drum like it owes me money (in a crywank emo kinda way).

#060 Checkpoint Charlie

Oh god. Just when you thought the world had dried up of things to make a dubstep remix of...

#059 Notre Jour Viendra

Not surprisingly after a constant stream of undercurrently dark music clips, the anticipation for Romain Gavras' debut feature film has him buzzed as the next big thing. Already from the teaser you can tell there's that dark, uneasy rawness teamed with amazing cinematography that he's become so well known for.

Notre Jour Viendra (Our Morning will come) was originally named Redheads (Oh god not again with the Gingers Rom) with a sales synopsis that reads :

"What do you do when you're a red-haired teenage loser with no friends except for an older guy, your shrink? When everyone hates you, especially your family? When all your peers make fun of you and kick you around? The answer: you and your loser buddy blow all the cash you can get your hands on to buy a sportscar, you dress smart and you head for the land of redheads, Ireland. But what starts off as a search for an ideal, gradually escalates into a rampage of hate, violence and self-destruction."

*rubs hands together*

(Maybe not worksafe if you work for psycho's/a government department, there's boobies.)