Ghost

a lamp to die for.....sooooo much cooler than Starck's Ghosts

http://www.demischdanant.com/selected-works/atelier-a-francois-arnal_1/

Receptacle

Dear me....after a such a promising start to Chick in a Ute, way back in March 07, there's been zero action since. Zip. Nada. On the upside, the lack of the blogging could attributed to an action-packed & satisfying life away from the internet. It could be. 

Anyhoo, Chick in a Ute is back. Less chat this time around....far too busy drooling over gorgeous & infinitely expensive goodies from the ether. Just links & pics of the good stuff. 

www.demakersvan.com

Oh that lace fence and that cinderella table....euro designers do it better. Full stop. 

Dreamfile No. 1: Replace the tennis court fence with a Lace Fence. Charmed. 

Deborah Oropallo - San Francisco-based artist. See article in the SF Chronicle 16/02/08  'Jersey Girl'

Philipp Mainzer - Industrial Design - 'Martha' Coat Rack. I'd hang my coats up everyday if I had such a pretty thing to hang them on.

Hopi - Horm. Not sure which of those words is the name of the designer or the mirror: either way, it's a cool mirror. Gasp....how does it stay up....?

an important distinction

so....the inaugural chick in a ute post. before we go any further, a few clarifications. yes, there really is a ute. it looks a little like the one below, only more purple. for a more realistic colour effect, pop on your violet-tinted glasses and squint.

for all of you non-ute people out there, i can hear you groaning already...tina, that means you. so I'd like to disabuse a common misconception about the standard chick in a ute stereotype. are you picturing something like.......

now i'm sure these are lovely girls...they may even drive utes, especially the one in the middle......but they are NOT chicks in utes. they are bushpigs in utes. note the distinction carefully.

I'm talking about a new breed ute girl, surprising onlookers with her street-edgey elegance as she steps from the iconic battered utility, nonchalently tucks her cherry-red balenciaga motorcycle bag (possibly a good fake from hong kong, but you give her the benefit of the doubt) under one arm, waving to her equally hip friends seated at that fab cafe off brunswick street that does the best soy latte in town. there's something....well....postmodern about it.

i hope we're clear....there will be no bundaberg in this blog, although there may well be a dash of white jamaican splashed over muddled lime & mint.

some images to get you on the right track

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don't care if you shake it or stir it but go easy on the vermouth and heavy on the gin.

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see...that's a serial number in the top corner...only the real ones have them.

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actually.....that's going too far. the girl above does not drive a ute.