HOT Chat: Ashley Tell from Golden Palomino Vintage and Darling Clementine

Golden Palomino Vintage Ashley TellToday’s HOT Chat is also a guest post by Poppy, a Melbourne blogger who I met at the Nuffnang Christmas Party and the author of Poppy Gets a Life (which you’ll see is a MEL: HOT Read). Poppy’s blog is all about her move off the corporate ladder into a job where she has the time and energy to enjoy a life outside of work – including all the cool things that Melbourne has to offer.

Poppy’s HOT Chat is with Ashley Tell, owner of the fashion labels Darling Clementine and Golden Palomino Vintage. Thanks Poppy and Ashley!

Pioneer of the pop-up shop before they even became a trend, Ashley Tell has a lifestyle that would make anyone envious. For eight months of the year she travels home to California and then on to Europe buying fabrics, sourcing vintage clothing and keeping up with global trends for the upcoming season. She travels to Berlin, Milan, Paris and Rome before returning back to Melbourne to set up her Golden Palomino Vintage at the Suzuki Night Market. Her wholesale label, Darling Clementine, is distributed throughout Australia during the summer season by Maximum Agencies.

P: Ashley, how did you end up in Australia?

A: I was raised in a small country town in central California.  I was always obsessed with fashion growing up so when the opportunity to do a bit of modelling came up, I jumped. I came to Australia from New York for a shoot. I was booked on a working visa with the anticipation of staying for only three months. That was over ten years ago. Now I feel like I’ve established myself in a little corner of the market here in Australia.

P: Tell me about the clothes you design.Golden Palomino Vintage Ashley Tell

A: I’ve realised I’m better at editing than starting something from scratch; I’m better at working with a piece which has some limitations and then evolving it.

The Darling Clementine label re-cuts vintage fabrics into three or four new styles each season. Golden Palomino Vintage is more focused on true vintage although I have a few racks of reworked vintage too. I enjoy the vintage thing because it’s more of a challenge. I’m not just going to China and ordering off the book.

Both labels try to use sizes that are pretty much one-size-fits all, and I aim to keep it inclusive. I’m a size 12 – 14 partly due to my height.

My workshop is just out the back of my apartment and I employ a local manufacturer. I do all the cutting myself though. I prefer it this way; being hands on. That’s also why I use simple designs. I don’t really think of myself as a fashion designer. I prefer simple, on-trend styles that don’t re-invent the wheel.

Golden Palomino Vintage Ashley Tell

P: Where did the name Golden Palomino Vintage come from?

A: When I did a little capsule range for Sportsgirl years ago, I had to think of a name within that meeting and it was the first thing that came to my mind.  Most of my childhood was spent on the back of a horse. I’ve had the artwork and name sitting collecting dust for years, so I thought “why not use Golden Palomino for my market stall?” I like to stick with the equine theme as I’m from the country and love the horsey thing.

P: Why do you choose to run Golden Palomino Vintage out of the Suzuki Night Market?

A: I enjoy the fast pace of markets – always have. People often ask why I don’t open a store. I’d go crazy. The market allows me the flexibility to travel during winter months and source new pieces for the following season.

P: Tell me the best part about your job.

A: Having the freedom to run part of my business out of places that I want to visit more regularly. For example, I love Mexico, and feel really strongly about helping out smaller manufacturers. So one season I had a bunch of simple peasant dresses made in a small village south of Oaxaca.

P: Tell me a bit about the time you spend overseas each year.

A: I usually spend three months in California with my parents. They aren’t getting any younger, you know. My mum is an interior designer and loves pottery. I guess I got the creative thing from her.

California has some large vintage wholesalers, and I’ve built up my network of contacts there. Europe has a few as well, but it’s often easier for me in Cali.

My partner is Italian, so we spent part of our time in Australia, and part in Italy. Golden Palomino Vintage Ashley TellHe is a professional tennis coach and visits every year for the Australian Open, which is where we met.

P: Do you have any goals for 2010?

A: To be more organised, and to visit two new countries every year. This year I’m hoping to make it to Iceland!

You can catch Ashley at Stall 128 at the Suzuki Night Market (held at the Queen Victoria Market) on Wednesdays from 5.30 – 10.00pm until 24 February. If you miss Ashley’s stall this year, make sure you sign up the Golden Palomino Vintage mailing list.

In Melbourne, Darling Clementine is stocked at Cactus Jam.

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HOT: The Road

the-road-posterToday we have a guest post from our regular movie reviewer, Yalin, on the highly anticipated movie, The Road. Thanks Yalin!

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What distinguishes The Road (based on Cormac McCarthy‘s novel) from other post-apocalyptic films is John Hillcoat’s focus on the realistic issues that humanity would face in such a situation, raising questions on the ideals of humanity and human nature. What part of humanity do we expect to last in a situation where the world is ending and everyone’s out for their own survival? Would we join the cannibalistic herds or retain our sense of humanity no matter what price we pay?

Hillcoat dissects these questions in several layers and reveals that we are as human as the choices we make. His revelation is even more noteworthy considering the film mostly relies on focused acting and beautiful yet solemn cinematography.

The characters in the film do not have names. They’re simply cast as Man, Boy, and Woman, as names don’t really matter in post-apocalyptic tales. Everyone is the same, just flesh and blood. In this particular tale, the Man and Boy try to fend for themselves in the resulting cold and ash. Their main purpose is to make it south to a warmer climate, but they have no idea what awaits them there or what they would do next once and if they arrive. With this purpose in mind, the Man and Boy scavenge for food and avoid the cannibals on their way south.

Yes, that’s right. In The Road the majority of the human population turns cannibalistic in the absence of food. These herds hunt together like animals but still seem to have a certain air of modernity and civilisation about them. They live in houses and still eat from plates. Moreover, they have access to whatever technology that’s left behind. The Man and Boy, on the other hand, are dirty and live in the wild with nothing but a pistol with two bullets and a rusty shopping cart. They eat insects and whatever else they can find. They’re physically portrayed as animals, but it’s this conflicting depiction that grabs the viewer’s attention. The co-existence of civilisation and cannibalism really challenges our current understanding of what it means to be civilised and raises the question: do we have to be civilised to be human?

To answer that, we need to examine how we define ourselves. Humans have traditionally defined themselves and civilisation for that matter in relation to their superiority over animals, which includes technology, and their success at resisting animal instincts. It’s this relative definition that gives us a proud sense of who we are, but the danger lies herein. Relative definitions are not stable especially when the surrounding environment changes, and technology may be used for good or evil. What becomes acceptable may change if the relative point changes. It’s really in these moments when people find who they really are. They may break under the pressure or they may still be proud and do whatever’s humane and dignified. This central choice frames The Road, which deserves to be seen.

Despite being a little slow at times, The Road is blessed with great acting from Viggo Mortensen and Kodi Smit-McPhee. The father-and-son pair garner instant sympathy and we take on their journey seriously. Thanks to Hillcoat’s realistic approach and the non-existence of unnecessary visuals, their plight is made real, landing sci-fi material safely in the drama space.

You can also check out Yalin’s other posts on It’s Complicated and The Men Who Stare At Goats.

NOT: It’s Complicated

Its-Complicated-Poster1Today, another guest post from our film reviewer Yalin. Thanks!

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I am a little confused with It’s Complicated, Nancy Meyers’ latest film. It’s blessed with great acting from Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin, but the overall feeling is fake and almost irritating.

Meyers has been very successful writing about the suburban American family, specifically focusing on the middle-aged participants, each film presenting a different dimension of their lives from marrying off kids to dealing with divorce. Since Father of the Bride (1991), she has perfected her scripts, finally culminating with the wonderful Something’s Gotta Give (2003), which is her best film if you ask me. Following that trend and hinging on her own experiences, It’s Complicated deals with falling in love once again after divorce, maybe even with the ex-husband. Even though the theme is worthwhile to explore, the execution feels unreal with characters that seem to have popped out of a toothpaste commercial – disingenuous and constantly smiling.

After a nostalgic night on the eve of their son’s graduation, the divorced-for-a-decade Jane (Streep) and Jake (Baldwin) end up in the same bed. Jane is unsettled to be the “other woman” while Jake seems all too happy to be “back home.” Their affair uncovers unsettled questions in their relationship, which is complicated by another suitor for Jane, who is played by Steve Martin. The trio do their best with the material given, which results in a few good laughs, but unfortunately their acting can’t change the fate of the film.

For one, the children in the film are extremely annoying. They neither understand their mother’s sexual revival nor act like how children act in real life. They are the picture-perfect children with no issues of their own and a constant smile; they’re practically angels! Secondly, everything in the film is so pristine, from the houses to the interior decor, that something quite doesn’t feel right. Everything feels too Hollywood, which means the film can only happen in Meyers’ happy place. These shortcomings might seem minor, but considering that they make up the framework in which the three leads are placed, they detract from the film much more than you would think.

Overall, the acting from Streep and Baldwin is enjoyable and funny at times, but you can’t get watch It’s Complicated and not feel some contempt too. I may not have explained it too well, but it is hard to explain. I guess it is complicated.

Here’s Yalin’s previous review of The Men Who Stare At Goats (which is coming to Australia in March).

HOT: EC Pot Café Bar, QV, 200 Lonsdale St, Melbourne

Today we welcome a new guest blogger, a fashionista man-about-town who prefers to remain anonymous and will be using the rather salicious pen-name of LesKiss (for those who don’t know, Les Kiss was actually a NSW rugby league player in the 80s and 90s). Thanks LesKiss!

If you’d like to become a guest-blogger too, just .

I can’t believe he took me to a food court on our first date!  This didn’t bode well for us, but then I really didn’t have very high expectations for Meat Head.  The text on his dating profile was scant and forgettable, but he looked stacked in the pictures and I wanted to see the gun show in person.  I admit that it was the prospect of witnessing a bicep flex that resulted in me sitting down for a meal at EC Pot. I didn’t regret it, the eating part that is.

How fantastic is it to see pictures of what you can order?  Food shots are particularly helpful when the menu runs for pages as Asian menus typically do.  I got really excited when I saw that most dishes were priced around a recession friendly $10.  And there wasn’t a bain marie in sight; food was made to order.  The restaurant was even licensed, so we had a Tiger beer each to help lubricate the conversation.  It wasn’t enough beer.

EC Pot specialises in clay pot dishes, which I didn’t fancy that summer’s night, so I opted for the char kway teow.  My rice noodles weren’t bathing in oil, it was seasoned just right and with just a hint of spice, and the seafood ingredients and portion generally was generous.  I was impressed.  Good choice Meat Head.  Thanks for reminding that excellent budget level food court dining exists in Melbourne.

Now, back to you Meat Head.  No one goes harder than you at the gym?  You don’t say!  You had better get back to it then.

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HOT: The Men Who Stare at Goats

men-who-stare-at-goats-posterSay hi to my new guest blogger Yalin! Born and bred in Istanbul, matured (mostly) in the US and now London-based, Yalin is going to giving us the northern hemisphere scoop on upcoming movies before they’re released in Australia. Yalin’s a movie buff who used to write long term papers during university on the characters or themes found in French New Wave cinema of the 60s.  He now review films regularly when he’s not reading about screen writing, directing, cinematography or the use of cinema as a subversive art form.  Thanks Yalin!

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If someone told you that the US military had approved a special unit to train psychic soldiers in the 80s and tested their effectiveness on goats, would you believe them? Grant Heslov’s feature, The Men Who Stare at Goats, cautions the viewer at first sight by warning that more of the film than what we think is real.

This quirky comedy revolves around Bob Wilton, an emasculated reporter from small-town America, who is thrown into Iraq with an American army jedi (that’s what the film calls them) looking for a target whose destination isn’t known. The storyline is an obvious symbolism for the reporter’s life. Not only does he feel like he is going nowhere in life, but to add insult to injury, his wife leaves him for his manager, an older man with a prosthetic arm. In order to regain control of his life, his unknown destiny and of course his masculinity, he goes after the only goal he can come up with; to impress his wife and get her back. Hence he makes his way to Kuwait to become a war reporter as that’s what he thinks will prove he’s not frail or weak. His plan fails miserably as it has no effect on the wife, but the force calls for him, pun intended. A chance encounter with a jedi takes him into Iraq where he learns to respect the ways of the jedi in the American army, which results in his personal salvation.

The film follows a linear pattern of Wilton’s adventures in Iraq with flashbacks to reveal the history of the jedi and the New Earth Army. The unconventional army is built upon hippie agenda where love and tolerance is expected to win over war and violence. As such, the training involves unorthodox measures and exercises. It’s these scenes that really make the viewer think over and over again: how much of this is real? The army’s history not only provides a backdrop for the characters that we are following, but also ties in nicely to the overall story at the end. It also acts as a springboard for the viewer’s suspension of disbelief, which is hard to achieve for a film that deals with staring contests against goats.

Goats aside, the acting is superb and the writing polished. George Clooney does an incredible job as Lyn Cassady, the most talented jedi ever to train in the New Earth Army. His performance sits on the boundary of real and joking, where the character can really only exist. Impeccable writing complements the acting with some very witty voice-overs from Ewan McGregor. Kevin Spacey’s antagonist is a worthy adversary in our capitalist world.

For a film that’s so quirky, The Men Who Stare at Goats achieves a level of realism that most dramas can’t, and as such, deserves to be seen.

NOT: The Lovely Bones

The-Lovely-Bones-PosterToday’s guest post is another review from our resident film guru, Yalin. Thanks Yalin!

Jackson’s latest outing  The Lovely Bones is definitely not an epic film, which has been his forte. By contrast, it is a decidedly small drama with an ensemble cast that’s as good as it gets. On top of that, Jackson’s signature is obvious in the editing, the attention to detail and the special effects. However, the film doesn’t necessarily bring anything fresh.

I’m not sure what attracted Jackson to this material. If he got attached to the project so he could project his version of purgatory and heaven, I must say I wasn’t impressed. I have seen many fields of corn and Sound-of-Music-esque mountain ranges depicted as heaven before many times. His rendition also sometimes takes away from the drama that’s unfolding. The story is quite powerful and emotional, but the special effects take over, which distances the viewer slightly.

Getting past its shortcomings though, The Lovely Bones features a superb ensemble cast. Stanley Tucci deserves his Oscar nomination as one of the most realistic and dreadful villains I have seen. Susan Sarandon is a breath of comedy in this dark tale and much appreciated indeed. Rachel Weisz also performs admirably as the mother who needs to cope with her loss while trying to keep her marriage together.

Finally, I must give credit to Jackson as a master at building tension. He has several scenes in the film that are so well directed, shot and edited, that I was at the edge of my seat. I must reveal that none of these scenes included any heaven shots though.

NOT: Red Spice Road, 27 McKillop St, Melbourne

Brendan’s first guest post on rock ‘n’ roll hairdresser Dr Follicles has become one of the most popular posts on MEL: HOT OR NOT, so by popular demand he’s providing you with his razor-sharp insight on Red Spice Road.

I went to Red Spice Road for lunch today. Frankly the menu is getting tired. Same lunch dishes for four months now. You can almost taste the apathy coming from the kitchen.

It’s still better-than-average fusion but not really worth reviewing as there’s nothing new going on there. PLUS their rice was cooked terribly. If an $8 a plate joint in Chinatown knows how to turn out perfect rice then really anyone can do it. They need to install a [Japanese brand] Tiger rice cooker. Having said that, their pork belly is very good and almost tips the balance to HOT.

Oh I hear there’s rumour going around that the restaurant has nude pictures of Poh, that Masterchef chick. The paintings in the restaurant are David Bromley originals, and he has painted Poh nude before, but a guy in my team knows one of the owners and apparently the Asian nude in the restaurant is the owner’s ex-girlfriend!**

**I’ll need to validate that factoid. The guy in my team talks a lot of talk.

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HOT: Dr Follicles, 240 Gertrude St, Fitzroy

Say hello to my new guest blogger Brendan! He’ll be here occasionally to give you a male perspective to what’s HOT or NOT around Melbosk. A few facts about B-man:

  • He took great offence at the advertising for the Campaign for Real Beauty, going so far as to write a strident letter of complaint to Dove. I’m still unclear why;
  • He’s only one degree removed from blonde bombshell Hayden Panettiere (currently campaigning to save dolphins in The Cove), Ed Kavalee the host of and an ex-drummer from Black Sabbath; and
  • He’s currently tossing up an idea to publish a how-to guide to dating Asian women. Potential topics include (a) the bowel issues of switching to a rice diet, (b) dealing with being the ‘big white guy who’s going to get you’ and used as a means to threaten misbehaving kids at Asian weddings; and (c) the pitfalls of learning a tonal language where ‘mother’ pronounced badly could become a disastrous ‘horse’.

Here’s Brendan’s take on Dr Follicles, the barbershop with attitude.

Dr Follices Gertrude Street Fitzroy

Barber 1: This sounds like Ozzy Osbourne

Barber 2: It is Ozzy Osbourne

Barber 1: Oh

Barber 3: Want a beer?

Me: Yep, thanks.

Barber 3: Wait wait, this is the one with the 4 man guitar solo!

Barber 2: Three man guitar solo! It’s the tracking on this recording that makes it sound bigger.

Barber 3: Ahhh nice.

Barber 1:A little more off the fringe?

Me: Yep, thanks.

I’ve never been in a rock band. I’ve always liked the idea of it but I guess it’s a question of right place right time. Heading into my 30s I would say this time, sadly, has passed. So it was a pleasant surprise to find the next best thing at Fitzroy barber shop Dr Follicles.

First imagine a room that looks like the cover of 70s glam rock album, with said album being played, on vinyl, turned up to 11. Now picture hairdressers who look like a 70s glam rock band with a modern twist, let’s call them….Wolfmother. Being the only guy seated in the room let’s call you the drummer. With minimal hair related conversation (see dialogue above), great music, a free Coopers beer and no appointments taken, Dr Follicles feels more like being a member of Wolfmother for 30 minutes than it does a tedious trip to the hairdresser.

Oh and the haircuts are good too, a cut above (pun intended) your average barber shop for sure and at $27.50 + free beer it’s pretty hard to beat.

You can also read Brendan’s guest post about Red Spice Road here.

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