Taschen : Breasts and Butts.

How about some nice appreciation of the female form as we approach the weekend on this fine sunny day?
Just received two of the best books I've ever seen. I had to get 'em.
Taschen's The Big Book of Breasts, Dian Hanson (Taschen's sexy book editor) explores the origins of mammary madness through three decades of natural big-breasted nudes. A massive coffee table book so big it could probably break it. Nearly four hundred pages of tantalising titties from post war to the modern day, in a world dominated by silicon implants this book shows us that natural is still the best.








Breasts or Bums? why not have both?
Following nicely on is Taschen's The Big Butt Book. The Kama Sutra gives detailed instructions on how to spank it. Contemporary Italians touch it for luck before placing a bet. Americans are having it cosmetically enhanced at rates approaching breast enlargement surgery. The female butt, tush, ass, or derrière or fanny as they call them in America has always inspired awe, fantasy, and slavish devotion. Here is another massive hardback book going into way too much detail on arguably the females finest asset. Featuring over four hundred photos from as far back as 1900 to as recently as Ice T's voluptuous missus Coco. Both books by Dian Hanson available from TASCHEN.

London Called.

Just had a great and eventful weekend in the rather sunny capital. Saturday was about meeting pals, Sunday being a tourist. Too much excess, but you're only young once. There's not many better places to spend a Sunday afternoon than on the river with a pint.

Pica~Post # 3

The third installment of Oi Polloi's Pica~Post dropped through the door the other day. Quickly snatched from the jaws of our postie pouncing Jack-Chi, Otis - who's clearly not as placid as cider supping Oi Polloi mascot Claude. Another great publication, or magazine as I like to call 'em.
There's some nice clobber about at the minute eh? this is full of it. Probably the best two pence you'll spend all year.

Old's Cool.

Another bit of old smelly vintage from afar, cool eh? old school The North Face anorak/smock. No idea when this is from (if it matters) seems very, very old though and I've never seen another. Hikerdelica.

Continental Divide.

I'd never heard of this until recently, I've never seen anyone mention Belushi's steez anywhere either. When he wasn't singing the Blues or being a zit, John Belushi was in other slightly more serious, less familiar roles like this one.
Continental Divide (1981) an under the radar rom-com and sadly, Belushi's penultimate film. In it he plays Chicago reporter Ernie Souchak - ( loosely based on Chicago Sun-Times reporter Michael "Mike" Roykoa apparently ) a city boy who after causing a stink and bringing untold heat on both himself and his paper with continuous articles on a corrupt city councilman is sent off for a couple of weeks on a job to report on a reclusive bird watcher (Blair Brown) out in the Rockies. He slowly finds his feet as his guide abandons him in the wilderness with his subject for a fortnight. He also falls in love with his subject, opposites attract and all that!
What struck me was his character's wardrobe, it's cooler than the Dude's Caucasian. Anyway, sack it, my word's are fairly useless here. Check out the pics...




This one features loads of classic outdoor gear, from two tone coats to massive framed backpacks, tartan flannel shirts and nice hiking boots. You should have gathered by now that we (me) here at the good ship err...Oneupmanship love this kind of shit. Classic garms of which we're still seeing influence every collection today.


With location shoots in the likes of Michigan, Colorado, Glacier National Park in Montana and camping out with Mount Rainier in the backdrop, it's got that lasting appeal to me as all those charming pioneering outdoor brands which hailed from similar places, places I'd probably never see in real life.







Back in the city, it's all tweed jackets, Chambray and Oxford button downs, a 60/40 mountain parka with slacks teamed with some Nike runners...



You know a film's cool when it leaves you scouring eBay in the earlier hours for more parkas, tartan shirts, tweed jackets and shit, and yeah, that includes daft fucking hats too, mental I am. It also had 'Meat' from Porky's in it too, bonus. All in all a cool film, find it, watch it...wear a parka with a tie. I might.