Monday, March 8, 2010

Pretty photo



Check out our shared, daily photo-blog: Sequins, Stilettos and Sparkles

And Belinda's blog Cupcakes, Frocks and Pink is set to private - but if you email roseypotkindy@bigpond.com she'll give you the secret handshake - it's a cute-as-a-button girly blog!

p.s. What was your Oscars top fashion pic dahrlings???

I'm gonna have to go with the walking Oscar herself - Sandra Bullock... she came, she shone, she had red lips, she won.

Her speech was honest, elegant, and brilliantly self-deprecating.


Best moment: The John Hughes tribute. I'm a Breakfast Club fan.

Second best moment: The Hurt Locker winning Best Motion Picture... if you haven't seen it, go see it now. Run. Skedaddle. Move.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Last night...




We drank gin and tonics and chowed down on tacos and burritos at a cute and vibey Mexican joint on Hollywood Road in Soho.

Yes, Hollywood Road and Soho.

This city has a few identity issues. But don't we all.

We then strolled down to a tiny hole-in-the-wall bar near the giant outdoor escalator that thousands of locals hang off while heading to work each morning.

We drank more G&Ts, laughed, and watched the wildebeest go by*...

*an expression shared by my dad and me that means the delicious art of people-watching.

We reflected on how far we'd come and the fact that, after discussing the possibility of moving to Hong Kong in that same bar one year ago, we were now happily living here - and mum and dad to a beautiful puppy called Otto.

We both agreed we would never have believed the puppy part, had someone dropped by from a future date and told us that's where we were headed.

Pfft - no way Hose, we would have told him.

But nothing about our Hong Kong experience has resembled anything like a plan.

We then had plans to head to another bar, but I felt oddly tipsy after only a few drinks.

I think I was just drunk on happiness and love.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

(always wanted to say this): Me and Adam Lambert



For the first time since moving here I feel a bit out of place in this country, sort of like dipping out and dipping in again muddied up the waters; crudely reminding me that I don't really belong here and am living in a very foreign place.

But that's another story, and another post.

Today I'm here to talk about Adam Lambert.

Disclaimer: If you have no interest in Adam Lambert, please skip this post, as you will find it exceptionally un-engaging.

I did some work for Sky News while I was back in Oz, slipping back into my old role of entertainment reporter for the network. That was the awesome job I had to give up to move to Hong Kong with my boyfriend; you can read all about it here.

It's bittersweet, falling back into a role - a part of yourself - that you weren't quite ready to give up... sort of like running into an 'it's complicated' ex: you are glad to see them, yet it burns at the same time.

Last week I heard Adam Lambert was in Sydney, and abruptly besieged my old entertainment colleague at Sky, begging to do the interview. She was head-high in pre-Oscars hell, and gladly pushed it my way with an 'Adam who??? Knock yourself out'.

Why thank you, I will.

I will confess, I'm a big fan of Adam Lambert. After interviewing the likes of Elton John, Angelina Jolie, Pamela Anderson, Cameron Diaz, Jerry Seinfeld, and squillions more, I don't really get star struck anymore... (insert a too-cool-for-school nonchalont throw back of head) "See darling... It's not that easy to impress me anymore".

Oh yeah, but Adam Lambert does.

Like many of his fans, I discovered 'Glambert' whilst casually switching to last year's American Idol, between ad breaks of something I was far more interested in. My boyfriend, who is not re exactly the 'artsy' type, whined and nagged about the whole thing - until Adam started singing. Yes, it was 'love at first hearing' with Mr Lambert - as week to week he belted out those sky-high notes, with a Mick Jagger swagger and Elvis Presley cute-as-a-button face.

I mean, how much sex appeal can one man have??? It's really quite criminal isn't it.

Don't worry, I'm very in love with my boyfriend, and am hardly Adam's type.

But nonetheless, somehow, Adam Lambert got me and my creatively-challenged other half into American Idol. And now we are dedicated fans, watching the new season with a faint look of despair as we realise wistfully 'no.... no... it can't be... there's no Adam?? No one that seems even as close to him in talent???'

So back to my interview with Glambert.

Here are the facts without giving a transcript, which I not only cannot do due to my inability to retain people's word-for-word responses, but am also unable to do as the footage belongs to Sky News.

He was very late. Well no, not that late, not by Rihanna standards, who left our crew waiting for several hours last time. But our interview kicked off an hour later than our scheduled time, which is definitely later than average. But a ton of media all chipped in for their fifteen minutes with Glambert, so we hardly blame him for that.

Plus, it's very 'rock star' to keep a TV network waiting.

He (blush, splutter, CPR, etc) was incredibly attractive... like really, really ridiculously good looking. Tall, lovely skin, cute rocky outfit, punky hair (with a guy stepping in to 'zsush' before we started) and those eyes. I don't think he wears contacts (I've seen many and can usually spot them) and the black hair and eyeliner really set them off... are they blue or green? Somewhere in between? A pale aqua? Tahitian blue, perhaps. Stunning. Did I mention CPR?

Anyhoo, onto more important things. Like what he actually said.

He was really keen for a chat, despite the fact that he'd had an early start on radio and had been on TV the night before... I also heard he'd gone out on the town after the show, so I suspect he was in need of some shut-eye. But he was still full of energy and gave 100 per cent of his attention during the interview, really stopping and thinking about the questions before answering them, and being completely honest and generous with his responses. This is truly a rarity in celebrity interviews and much admired by a reporter. All you ask of an artist is for something... Adam gave a lot. More than many.

He talked about the album and how pleased he is with the quality of the songs, despite having pressure to 'get it out there' before the Idol hype subsided. He addressed criticisms about the album being such a mix of styles, explaining that he loves so many flavours of music and wants to portray each of them, with every song having a different vibe - he didn't want For Your Entertainment to be anything other than an honest reflection of him.

One gets the impression early on: You either like it, or you buy someone else's album.

The man knows who he is and has nothing to hide.

Adam also said it doesn't matter to him at all that Kris Allen won Idol, and in the end they both got a recording contract with the same label anyway. He said he was even expecting not to win, after Danny Gokey's more conservative voters were tipped to revert back to Kris when he was knocked out. He was prepared.

Of course we talked about his sexuality - after all, he was in Sydney to perform at the Mardi Gras this weekend. He was really looking forward to it, and when I said 'aren't you scared you'll get mobbed onstage?' He cheekily replied 'not at all, in fact I hope I do!'

I asked him about the pressures of suddenly being labelled a spokesperson for the gay community, and he said it's an interesting challenge, although not one he signed up for. He wants to be known as a singer first and foremost and worries that the gay thing will overshadow his possibilities as a recording artist - but he also said he is an extreme person and loves 'hamming it up for the crowd' and flaunting his heart and soul to the world... so at least we know we're getting the real Adam.

He's very brave, this young kid with tahitian blue eyes - talking openly and publicly about such controversial topics, while remaining faithful to his true self. I told him that will get him respect.

I asked Adam about love and romance, and get the drift that (like most of us) he's still navigating the balance between having an open heart and risking romantic opportunities with an overdose of cynicism. It's hard to love, especially when you become world-famous overnight, and Adam's working it out like everybody else.

But with the world at his feet for a change - who has time for ordinary love?

Adam also gave me his hot tip for Idol this season (albeit premature!) however it was off-record, as he knows as soon as he says a name it will appear everywhere and could even swing votes. So Adam's secret remains safe with me. All I'll say is I'm now watching this person a lot closer than I was!

Overall Adam Lambert was exceptionally polite, and very gracious when copping a barrage of compliments from me and my cameraman (who is also a big fan). He kept smiling and humbly repeating 'thank you, that's so nice of you do say, that's really kind of you', etc. Swoon! This boy was raised right. He was also thrilled when I told him he looked like Elvis Presley and said he thought that was a big compliment.

I rushed off to board a plane to Hong Kong and Adam said goodbye to me twice. He cupped both my hands in his and affectionately squeezed them, whilst looking right into my eyes and thanking me. I just about died on the spot.

For the Hong Kongers, hate to drop the bad news, but Adam has no plans to come here as yet... Hong Kong was scheduled for this trip, however his management changed it to Singapore, which I can understand - American Idol is much bigger there.

So we lay in wait!

And I can't believe, despite giving up my great job to move to Hong Kong with the love of my life - I still got to interview Adam Lambert on the one week we were both in town. Our timing is truly excellent.

And it also inspired me to get back into entertainment reporting again from over here.

Now I just gotta learn who Andy Lau, Bibianna Yip Cho-Yan and Bobo Chan is! :-)


Friday, March 5, 2010

Returning home today...

Sob!

Only one thing to do first... Interview the deeeevine Adam Lambert for Sky News!


A chat with a megastar does kinda take the edge off leaving home again...

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Last day in Sydney



Yikes, it almost sounds like a funeral!

I'm determined not to spend my last day sad, but it's difficult not to think about what's just around the corner... the truck that hits you in the face at the departure lounge in Sydney airport, snorting Yes Natalie, it'll be another year before you are back home again.

But I suppose I must befriend reality again and my new life in Hong Kong - my boyfriend, puppy, university work and zillion jobs to do. I have responsibilities and commitments to honour.

I've also just been asked to go to Beijing for a week to act in a movie (one of my greatest passions!) but I'm not sure yet if I will - the role will be small, and I'll be leaving my boys again for another week. But what a fantastic opportunity!

I'm feeling much more rested now and the zombie tiredness has thankfully lifted.

I'm awake, in the moment, and upon the advice of my great friend - going to spend today just sitting.

Not worrying, not fretting, not rushing, just sitting.

And enjoying.

And being thankful.

And eating LOTS of non-Chinese food.

And quietly wishing... that I could have it both ways.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Worn down!



I have LOVED seeing my family and close friends, whom I miss so much and sadly never get to see anymore.

But trying to squeeze in a life worth's of wonderful people in two weeks is truly exhausting.

n.b. This isn't a complaint, and I wouldn't change seeing any of these people for the world.

But I hadn't really counted on how draining it is to be out day and night for two weeks straight - with food, drinks, zipping in and around town - I feel like I'm ninety years old today and have totally hit a wall.

I'm achey, fatigued, nauseous and just want to hide in little Otto's house!

And boy do I miss my puppy and boyfriend (little man and big man). They mean so much to me and I can't wait to see them on Friday night.

But of course, I don't want to leave either, and I'm dreading my departure for Sydney airport.

Better take tissues.

Wow, what an emotional two weeks.


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Look who I got to hang with today...


I always wanted to meet Michael Jackson. In fact, I was sure someday I would.

I guess that plan has backfired... but I'll accept Jackie Jackson as a very fortunate second!

JJ was a lovely bloke; he opened the door for me like a gentleman and had no diva demands... he also teared up when talking about Michael, bless.

RIP King of Pop.

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