I have no idea when this ad was created or where it ran (though recently in South Africa is a reasonable guess), but since the BP/Deepwater Horizon disaster began over a month ago, chances are good that images from the Gulf influenced the art direction. Then again, who knows? Apart from the number of fingers and the direction they’re pointing, maybe all oil leaks look alike.

I’m a little confused about the message, though. I know kids are supposed to hate being laughed at, because that means they’re different, and kids going through puberty, dealing with spontaneous erections and sudden boob growth really just want to hide in the crowd. But don’t kids also like aliens? I mean, Disney tells us they do, and would Disney lie? So are readers of National Geographic Kids meant to groove on the alien coolness, or are they supposed to wanna meet them after school and show them who’s boss?

Anyway, the credits:



Since Megan Fox has been canned from Transformers 3: Electric Boogaloo, 99% of Hollywood starlets — real or imagined — are preparing to slob Michael Bay’s knob for the part of “The Girl Who Probably Won’t Die as Long as Shia LaBeouf Is Around”. And by “starlet”, I suppose I also mean Heidi Montag, because her audition tape is CLEARLY starlet quality.

Alexander McQueen’s 2004 spring/summer show, inspired by They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? and maybe kinda sorta by the beautiful but not-so-well-received Marathon Dancing by Laura Harrington and Anne Bogart. Maybe.

[via the one and only Barbara “Yesterday’s Perfume” Herman]

…but I often wished I were.

Sadly, I don’t have the body for it — not for most of it. Sure, modern dance opened a lot of doors for men and women who didn’t fit the bill, who lacked Ballanchine bodies made of bone marrow and taut skin. Today, plenty of companies feature principals with entirely average figures, even fat figures, hurtling through space. But I see a good bit of dance — it’s kind of my thing — and personally, I think that certain bodies are more versatile than others. Not necessarily better, but they have a broader range.

Yesterday, Jonno posted a clip reminding me of that. Or at the very least, it reminded me how much I like watching dance. It’s a little gimmicky, and it’s a little long, and for most of you, it’s a lot NSFW, but here:

And also, one of my previous faves: a dodgy recording of “Strange Humors”, choreographed by former closepersonalfriend (and now artistic director for Alvin Ailey!) Robert Battle:

[Linsday Lohan in court, via TheSuperficial]

Sometimes, he could be accused of  gilding the lily. Other times, he misses the boat entirely. But clearly, Flickr member ttyyttyy555 has proven that in the right hands, Photoshop can be a force for good in the world.

[via the Mrs. Mouth Channel, though there’s more on JKTurner‘s]

[DIS magazine via CTRL+W33D]

Greenpeace has launched a campaign to give British Petroleum a new logo. Isn’t that thoughtful? I mean, BP already has a logo that’s pretty and sparkly and green and kind of like a flower but also like the sun — maybe a sunflower? — but given the GIANT OIL SLICK that’s begun washing ashore here in Louisiana, Greenpeace thought BP could use something richer and more earthtoned and, you know, gross. It’s kind of like back in the 90s when everyone was revamping logos for t-shirts, except this time Greenpeace will make money from it.

Below, you’ll see the ad that appeared in yesterday’s Guardian to announce the campaign, and here’s a link to Greenpeace’s spiffy website, where you can see all the latest entries — and submit your own.

Good luck, graphic designers. When you have a second, maybe you could send down some Dawn dishwashing liquid and a sponge?

[via AnimalNewYork]

Yeah, see, we were planning to do Hedda Gabler — as a comedy of course, with a rousing rendition of “Suicide Is Painless” to cap off the show — but then we figured that if we didn’t do a Real Housewives parody ASAP, the bloom would be off the rose. Personally, I think the bloom has already fallen, hit the ground, been collected by hippies, tossed into a vat of canola, and is now being sold as essential oil from the back of a van on Canal Street, but whatever. Rehearsals are hilarious, and that’s all that matters.

So in sum, what I’m getting at is: COME TO THE DAMN SHOW. I’ll see y’all there, assuming I make it through in one piece.