Feathers And Fedoras

I’ve often wondered how you explain the world of burlesque and those that dress up, come and participate in an increasing number of evenings to those who have no idea what it’s like. Those who have preconceptions of it being about being sleazy, low or nasty… How about this? It’s feathers and fedoras, impossibly ornate corsets and multi-buttoned jackets and cravats, canes and elegance and a want to evoke a long gone era of something else. It’s showgirls and gentlemen in sharp suits and manners and theatre and looking as fabulous as you can while sipping the fruits of pitchers of cocktails. It’s glamour and effort and everyone looking the absolute best they do, ever. They are always the best nights out to be had. Last night, even though a few regulars were otherwise engaged, the blogger subgroup of the burlesque world expanded again with a group that, at various times, … There’s more

TV Or Not TV?

A few things over the last few days have inspired me to end up here. The first were Darren and Lottie’s posts about Lost, the second was an article in yesterday’s Sunday Tribune about the end of Battlestar Galactica which again got me thinking about the nature of modern TV experiences and how they are such a crucial part of the lives of so many of my friends. They are the the subject of pub discussions every time groups of us are out, they are the focus of watercooler chat in work, they appear in blog posts on some of my favourite people’s blogs… but I have a problem. See, I don’t watch TV anymore. Almost ever. And these days that means that sometimes, I may as well be from the dark side of the moon. Before you say it, it’s not as if I’m one of those lot who … There’s more

Ages of The Moon

I’m not a theatre reviewer at all up until this point. Movies, books, TV, music, I can do pretty much anything but I just don’t have any real experience of consistent theatregoing to base anything on. I’m only saying all that so you know this is the unimportant opinion of a philistine. Went to the new Sam Shepherd play Ages Of The Moon at The Peacock a couple of weeks ago and thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s a two hander with Sean McGinley and Stephen Rea on a Southern U.S. porch, talking, drinking, pausing, staring at the moon and working their way through moments in their lives, waiting for a lunar eclipse just as Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot. It’s slow, still, not in any hurry to get to whatever destination there may be, if there even is one, but that’s what i really liked about it. I’ve always found … There’s more

Pop Culchur Gets a Kick Up the Arse

Welcome to Culch.ie!!! And about feckin’ time too, I hear you say… The idea was a simple one - a few months ago I thought it’d be a gas to start a group blog project (well, everyone seems to have one these days), the theme took a little bit longer. To be fair pop culture is one of the few common threads that runs through almost all of us and Ireland doesn’t have a huge, enormous pop culture review site/aggregator/news place (can’t you see I’ve researched the lingo here?) so I decided to give it a go.