What the hell is a movie review doing on here?  Well, this is my ship.  And just like the very awesome Jean-Luc Picard, I’m going to make it so.  *Makes finger gesture*.  We’re at the LFF, and I can’t just watch movies all day and not review any.  Well, I could, but I don’t think I’d be invited back.  Read more after the jump.

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…and then some douchebag in glasses from the Telegraph steps in at the end and ruins it.  I didn’t “report” on this when it launched a couple of days ago, because as with many of these things, there’s always a handy Youtube video that saves me the trouble.  I’ve always liked Dyson; he looks and sounds just like a British inventor should.  He’s come up with another awesome product, and may yet eliminate a terrible movie cliche.  The shit won’t hit the fan now, but pass through it cleanly, and substantially cooler in temperature.

Italian calfskin leather.  Keeps money/cards.  $395.  Nothing more to add.  No, really, that’s it.

Word on the street is that Swedish shagger/softly spoken football manager Sven-Goran Eriksson may be coaching the North Korean football team for next summer’s World Cup.  What?  I thought the only sport in the DPRK was mass gymnastics.  Read more after the jump.

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God damn it, there is nothing on the entire fucking internet that I care enough to write about right now.  Here’s an iPhone controlled car straight out of Berlin.  That’s about the best I can come up with.  No, it’s not luxury or gossip or anything like that, but I’ve run with it, and here’s the reason why.  Fuck you.  There’s why.

You may remember way back that we featured a super-hardened luxury version of the old Russo Baltique armoured car by Dartz.  Well, there seems to be a new €1million version of this monstrosity, and, well, it’s red.  And it has whale penis upholstery.  No really.  I remember it was only maybe a month or so into starting the blog that I started to speak to the guys from Dartz, and thinking, “all things considered, these people are fucking crazy”.  I was infact considering visiting their production facility in Riga, Latvia and having some laughs.  Then I realised that the trip would have probably concluded with me being shot in the face with a tazer after burning down a strip club.  Read more after the jump.

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So, as predicted, another glove has been sold.  The last went for $49,000, this one, which Jackson wore during the 1984 Victory Tour, (and the one that lights up) went for $70,800.  Presumably there’s a huge box  of these in someone like David Gest’s airing cupboard so I could imagine that this could go on for some time.  Anyway, enough of that, what about Jacko’s last EVER single release.  Until the next one.  This is it?  More like This is Shit.  That wasn’t funny, but come on.  That pun has been just waiting to strike ever since Jacko tee’d us up.

Sexy as hell.  Never thought I’d say that about a laptop sleeve.  Grey wool, dark leather and herringbone-patterned elastic.  79 Euros.  Get it here.

Paul Smith. Can this man (and his huge retinue of talented designers) do no wrong? Shoe shine kits are little distillations of awesome to me. Surely I can’t be alone in this. I know it’s a bit square to admit, so to balance things out I’ll finish writing this post, go to the zoo and pet a llama. Wait, that’s not rock and roll enough. Maybe I’ll shoot up then kill a hooker. Anyway, back to the shoe kit. Read more after the jump.

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