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GOODS has two meanings. Firstly, it is our guide to innovative objects from Adelaide and around the world, and secondly, GOODS can't be bad. A resource for gift buyers, home-makers, scene-stealers, trend-watchers and possibly even shoplifters, GOODS isn't about making your credit card cry, it's about setting your standards high.
Ant farms (or formicariums, if your dad is a scientist) are not new. They are, however, on the cusp of being shit-hot right now. The enduring appeal of the ant farm is proven by the ongoing popularity of the (now irrelevant) George Orwell novel of the same name.
An ant farm is simply a sand-filled vivarium with glass on either side so you can clearly observe your prisoners.
I got my hands on some Crazybandz today! These are so popular in NYC right now; public schools are working on a district-wide ban. I have been hunting these puppies all over Asia, like grenades hunt the cast of Jersey Shore. I finally found them at Freedom House in Chiang Mai, a school for orphans and hill tribe kids from around the Northern Thai region.
If unicorns were to have tiny, gem-encrusted jewellery boxes, they'd probably be full-to-overflowing with Matina Amanita's latest range of stardusted neckpieces, spacerock rings, and earrings draping straight from heaven itself.
And, if Princess Unicorn, living in a miniature palace off the Moonlight Express, were to paw through and sigh, 'Oh, what bit of whimsy shall I ice myself with today? This bedevilled black pearl number? This charming likeness of cousin Raziele-le-le? This darling rose ring?.
Of all the senses associated with the human body, the sense of smell is my favourite. Always has been. So much so that my parents (upon my request) actually gave me a bottle of Brut 33 for my eighth birthday. It was on this fateful day that I first realised that we, as humans, generally smell bad.
There comes a time in every man's life when he realises that ‘change' is unavoidable - we're talking about a change in pant wear. For whatever reason, whether it's due to current trousers being too old, too tight or too worn - the decision to throw away these slacks in an effort to becoming a sharper, more finely dressed individual is risky business, but is a change that is inevitable.
The oldest pair of shoes I own were originally my grandmother's. They are camel in colour, lined with wool and have no-nonsense stitching all the way 'round. Honestly, these things have been going for 50 years and are staying together better than the shit bricks I bought last week. My grandmother was Ukrainian.
When asked whether he had a gift for scribble, this was Ben Hammond's response: "Sure - to find the subject's ugliest features and magnify them." Perfect. All we need's another reminder to sit at the table of shame along with a YouTube'd nipple slip, that song about the 86 Tram and last week's 9:46am erection.
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