40 posts tagged “auckland”

It’s quite easy to work out the agenda of the mainstream media when it comes to an article like this, trying to harm Samantha Powell’s chances at Miss Universe tomorrow night.

• Personal aggrandizement of the journalist, or, if not the journalist, then the newspaper editors or management trying to look like they can set agenda. (The part about Val Lott hanging up the phone, I understand, is total fiction—so if something so minor is untrue, can we trust the rest?)
• Trying to cause a split between pākehā and Māori when in fact there is none. Fact: the photograph of Samantha Powell doing the pukana was actually published in mid-June—and even ran in a rival newspaper here! There were no complaints from anyone, Māori or any other group, until the Herald made it a race issue yesterday. Or the Herald is trying to play catch-up because it missed the photos a month ago and was desperate for a fresh angle.
• Racism: come on, the headline is clearly poking fun at Māori and the pukana. I don’t appreciate the newspaper doing that, and I would say my Māori friends would be more upset at that than the Herald’s false defence of the haka. Like a newspaper owned by Australians and the Irish really understands Māoridom.
• Implying that two beauty queens are at odds with one another. False. Samantha Powell is in communicado for the most part in Nha Trong, Vietnam, and I severely doubt Miss World New Zealand, Kahurangi Taylor, would risk criticizing another pageant for fear of damaging her own chances when she goes to Miss World.
• Tall-poppy syndrome. (The newspaper failed there: the judges decided their top 15 last week.)
• Lack of patriotism: you would never drag the All Blacks down a peg the day before a big international. And places like Venezuela treat Miss Universe with greater fervour than we treat a rugby match. But an absence of supporting New Zealand is understandable, since The New Zealand Herald is owned by a company listed on the Australian exchange and in turn owned in part by a company based in Dublin. Pity: their business pages are good, so it’s a shame some of these others are dragging them down.

   My views about the appropriateness of Samantha Powell’s haka are at the Lucire blog. I agree that Māori culture should be defended. But you couldn’t really call it a haka. She just did a few moves. It would be like a Caucasian donning a lion mask and moving two metres and calling that a Chinese New Year’s lion dance.
   As I said in Lucire: ‘I know of no Māori who, while rightly guarding against improper use of their culture, would deny a chance for it to be promoted or be rendered so “untouchable” to those who came later to Aotearoa. In fact, one kaumatua I spoke to says it is our duty, regardless of our ethnic origins, to be promoting Māori culture when we are abroad. 
   ‘Sometimes, because we have not been immersed in the culture, we err. It is to be expected. And, when the one who errs is not of our own race, we forgive and we educate, but we do not criticize.
   ‘All New Zealanders should be proud to propagate Māori culture as the alternative would be to ignore it and pretend we are mere facsimile of Great Britain, as many Kiwis did 50 years ago.’
   I’d hate to see us head back to those monocultural times—though it looks like the Herald wants that to happen by running a story like this.
   Since the newspaper has been shifting a lot of its work to Australia, I imagine an Anglicized monoculture makes it easier to take more editing work away from Kiwis.
   Any time you see a story about over-sensitive Māori getting upset about the way the culture has been portrayed, think again about the agenda.
   All the Māori I know put mana first and actually see this as an opportunity to reach out and educate in order to promote their culture. 
   A big fail for the Herald. Sam’s still going to wow the world tomorrow night.

Photographed on the way back to Auckland Airport: Counties’ Hunting & Fishing. If it were not for the Japanese truck outside, this could have passed for a similar store in the US, according to colleagues who have been to the southern states. There are hunting and fishing stores in New Zealand, but seldom signposted so strongly.

Yesterday wasn’t all Audis. Some of my journalist colleagues came in other press cars.

   There were plenty of jokes being bandied about the BMW X6, the car that blends a coupé roofline with a four-wheel-drive concept. I even joked that someone had left the Rover SD1 files around when BMW owned Rover. But really, I quite like the shape and I even think a market exists for it. This is not because of any “category” but because there are people who want something looks butch—yet they do not want to have the “domestic” feeling of an upright tailgate, particularly from the inside. I reminded my colleagues of the AMC Eagle SX/4 of 1981, which found buyers—ultimately the market will decide, not us.
   The registration is BMW 630, which was something else altogether 30 years ago.    Everyone loved the Jaguar XF, apart from its thirst. Again, it’s a coupé roofline—just that it’s mated to a saloon. It’s on my must-drive list.
   All in all, I found the journos on this press launch far nicer as a group than what I confront in the fashion media. Maybe it’s a gender thing but everyone was so relaxed. We in the fashion media tend to be uptight most of the time and the only people who appear relaxed are the people who can fake looking relaxed. There were some genuine friendships and colleagial respect at Pukekohe.

Last night, Vox (or probably the Java-featured ads) was crashing badly and I couldn’t post the remaining images. Here they are, from yesterday’s time out at Pukekohe.

   Damien from Driver magazine and I went out to shoot this one, so I take credit for the location! But I think he will run his pics before me. This is the A3 Cabriolet, which looks far better in the metal than when Lucire did a preview article about it earlier this year.

   The A3 Sportback 1·4T was torquey and powerful—I loved it. I had the refinement of a much larger car and I never felt I was driving a smaller-engined model. It’s very much like driving a regular Golf 1·8.

   Finally, two more TTSs for y’all to enjoy.  

[Cross-posted] A very established New Zealand designer, Margarita Robertson of Nom D, and a newer label, Fly Guys, are profiled on the Lucire site this week. Sam Mitchell’s Q&A with Margi is probably the most in-depth that has ever been published. And we’re running another ex-print piece: my interview with Design Museum senior curator Donna Loveday, who curated When Philip Met Isabella, the exhibition about milliner Philip Treacy and his designs for the late Tatler editor Isabella Blow. That was one of those interviews that went very smoothly, since Donna and I share tastes in modernism and music. Beyond Treacy and Blow, she has rubbed shoulders with designers such as Pablo Ferro and the daughter of Robert Brownjohn, Eliza—and, on a more trivial note, she banks at the same place as Ashes to Ashes’ Philip Glenister—TV’s Gene Hunt. I hope you enjoy this trio of articles.

Before The Lord of the Rings, before Bad Taste even, Hong Kong film-makers on the crew of 最佳拍檔千里救差婆 (Aces Go Places IV) came to New Zealand to film their action–comedy.
   Watch as we go all from New Plymouth to Auckland to Wellington: by the miracle of film you can exit the Auckland Harbour Bridge and wind up on Willis Street, Wellington!
   Fly over the Cable Car tracks from the Clifton Terrace car park and wind up at … the Clifton Terrace car park going the opposite way!
   Fly off the Lombard car park and wind up on a Hong Kong sound stage, your Holden Torana turned into a Ford Taunus!
   You know this is old because the traffic on the Bridge is moving.
   You also know this is fiction because the drivers on the Bridge are letting other motorists through.
   Kiwi TV fans from the 1980s: look out for Credit Card hostess Gayle-Anne Jones as a henchwoman—yes, there were beautiful blonde TV hostesses before Hilary Timmins.
   And, Indiana Jones fans, that is Ronald Lacey there as the baddie in the Rolls-Royce.

This has been, apparently, doing the rounds for a while, but I have missed it. It finally came on PDF today from a colleague. Normally I don’t have a lot of sympathy for law-breakers, but this gets extra marks for imagination.
   A Mr Justin Lee was booked for speeding, doing 116 km/h in a 100 km/h zone. This was issued by a police officer:

   Mr Lee wrote a letter, concerned about the above: Very clever—and cheeky. I should note that American English is not normal here, but Mr Lee probably had the wrong language installed on his computer; plus ‘grand theft auto’ is not used as a colloquial term, unless one is referring to a computer game.
   The police responded, unhumorously:

The fog that delayed all those flights in Auckland on Friday didn’t seem too bad in the morning. A view from my apartment there:

   I only really noticed it when heading out west for the Ford Focus photo shoot. On the way, I spotted this lovely Ford Consul Mk II:    I couldn’t see any rust on this car: it was beautifully maintained. And no, I have no idea why this place is called Koala Auto Services since koalas are not native to this country.

Sometimes when you look up, you see some interesting things. First, on the Terrace in Wellington, when I noticed a lovely blue sky in autumn.

   Then, when in Auckland: I was heading down to Simon and Marie Young’s office so I didn’t stop to find out what this was all about. Was it training, a fancy way of washing the building, or fans of Police Rescue doing a tribute?

I was booked on a 7.30 p.m. flight last night, which is why I landed at 11 p.m.
   Fog closed Auckland Airport earlier yesterday so I was stuck waiting for a few hours. But at least I got something out of the fog: thanks to it, we managed to get some good shots of the Ford Focus that FoMoCo lent me.
   Other folks weren’t so fortunate.
   I saw a lady travelling with her two daughters from London, England, who had been flying since Wednesday on London–Dubai–Singapore–Auckland–Wellington tickets, and she only faced a delay when getting to New Zealand.
   And Ray Nelson and his wife, heading to Christchurch for a headstone unveiling ceremony, who had been there for 12 hours all told, flying up from Tauranga.
   Ray, his wife and I had plenty of good conversation about Māoridom and language, which fascinated me.
   I also saw a St Mark’s alumna, who filled me in with what’s been happening at our school. It seems there was another principal v. Synod bust-up.
   I won’t name her in case there are repercussions but she is diplomatic and I am reading between the lines rather than attributing the news directly to her.
   All I know is that as an alumnus I am not delighted with the way the Church sometimes treats the school principals, especially one who has done as good a job as Tina Leach.
   Tina and I worked closely together on various school matters ranging from the alumni groups to the yearbook over her term, and I really felt she managed to stretch the budget and offer the kids amazing opportunities.
   I’m going to pay the school a surprise visit as a long-standing old boy and size up this acting principal, and see if I can find out more. But it sure sounds like petty politics to me, the kind that churches only do so well.