Caprice news

Recently I found myself in a nightclub in Berlin on a  Saturday night, in the venue for the ‘Light Heavyweight Worldchampionship Chessboxing’ match. Yes folks, the ‘World Championship Chess Boxing’ match. Where German policeman, ‘Anti-Terror’ Frank Stoldt, after a tough battle, took the title in the 7th round against American David ‘Double D’ Depto, by checkmate.
A grilling match, a packed venue, enthralled spectators.
Chess boxing?
After I recovered from falling off my chair laughing in not-quite-certain confusion, I realised it was possibly, no, definitely, brilliant, and could be the most entertaining of any kind of sport viewing, this..err…2007.
Brains, braun, the whole friggin package.
And for those of you enticed enough to enlist, they’re always looking for new recruits.
Chess boxers wanted.

If you love being immersed in and surrounded by creativity, then you will  feel right at home at Fashique presented by the notorious Ruby Rabbit. Fashique is a night dedicated to helping creative souls become noticed and exposed in an industry that survives on passion rather than money! You'll be able to admire art works hanging from the walls, listen to the latest beats, and watch models strut their stuff on the staircase catwalk. Fashique will be going off with a bang this Wednesday night the 21st of November from 8pm for a cheap $15 a pop! Summer Heights High is no longer a valid reason to stay home on a Wednesday night, so wriggle off the couch, dress to impress and help support those who try to make sense of this crazy world!

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I love beer- probably more than you and your dad do. And as summer rolls around, the thought of afternoons spent with Evelyn Waugh and a few icy cold bottles is a delicious one. Yet- Cruelly- notions of donning a bikini after a few too many of those heady, Ale soaked days are significantly less soothing. Because of this predicament, I have had to find new ways to enjoy beer- and one such use is in my hair. Yes; just as it can brighten a dull day, beer can also give lustrous shine to you hair. But don’t just go pouring a longy of Carlton over your head (unless you want your locks to be as dry as your mouth after a long night spent knocking back aforementioned beverage); there is a method. Pour your bottle of choice into a saucepan and, on a gentle boil, let it reduce until there is about a ¼ of a cup left. Let the by now wholly untempting liquid cool, then mix it with your regular shampoo. Voila! And just think of the room for variation: wheat beer for blondes, Guinness for those darker manes. If you need me over summer, I’ll be in the shower.

 

Sweet Street- The Magical Moving Bakery is back this Saturday. Admittedly it hasn’t really moved as such- it’s still at 518 Crown St, but one thing the ladies can stick by is delicious treats. Also, because it falls on the spookiest week of the year, this month’s Sweet Street will be a Halloween Special! That’s right, come on down for some freaky-eye cup-cakes, bat cookies, pumpkin pie and other goodies that pay homage to the most irrelevant, but fun, American holiday of the year! Saturday 9.am 'til it's all gobbled up!

If the blood in your ears rings with the rhythm of Benny Goodman but your feet are firmly on the kitchen tiles, you’re probably a Vintage Cinderella. Dance into the past at Lady Luck Club, a vintage vault where the ghosts of Piaf and Bogart watch on as veterans of the era swing to the stompin’ sound of the 40’s. Attire includes seamed stockings, Hollywood lips and fingered waves, while men tilt trilbies, braces and brogues. So if you’re tired of mosh-pits and young blood snogging off to Klaxons, Lindy-hop your way down to the Soho Revue and re-live War-Time Britain!

Checked Vans shoes, fluo striped socks and manga-styled hair are the uniform for a new French teenager species : the Tecktonik dancer. Started a bit more than a year ago in a club in the Parisian suburb, La Tecktonik has spread everywhere thanks to videos on YouTube. Teams of wild dislocated kids are now taking by storm streets, subways, and commercial centres dancing like mad puppets under the spell of a stoned electro God in skinny pants. This cultural movement appears to be the suburban alternative to Parisian foppish rocker kids. It goes fast with an intriguing choreography of mimed gestures such as knotting a tie or combing hair on techno music beats. Weird. Meanwhile, old people in their early-20s are sneering, dubious.

WORDS BY PAULINE AUZOU

Have you ever wondered just how much you're worth? Ever felt like putting yourself on the human market? Well click here to take a highly reputable quiz to find out just how much you're worth. HUMANFORSALE will attempt to calculate your assets based on your age, height, looks, educational attainments and your average yearly income. But they don't stop there! They will also determine your worth by taking into consideration your IQ, whether you give to charity, whether you entertain yourself using adult content and of course, the most important question of all, what bra size do you take? This website informed me that I am worth just over 2.3 million dollars! Shocked? Not so much. So if I happened to sell myself off to who - knows - who, I, in turn could buy myself a nifty little sports car, a house on the bay, and sport a Chanel bag off each arm. But I will sadly have no personality, freedom of speech, choice or simply just a life in return for my humanly bodily being.