JUNE 2017

OUR PEOPLE

I am not ashamed anymore!

FASHION

Fashion on the street

Step into vogue

Are you ready for the school ball?

Winter dresses

BEAUTY

Cosmetic tattooing

Sebastian professional transcends limits of styling with new Dark Oil

Self love and happiness

What is skin health, and why is it so important?

HEALTH

Be Your Own Architect, change YOUR life

Glaucoma The Sneak Thief of Sight!

Screw Motivation, What You Need Is Discipline…

WOMEN IN BUSINESS

I believe that we travel not to escape life but for life not to escape us

HOME TRENDS

Hide, disguise, enhance

How to: industrial chic

Providing Window Furnishing Trends for 34 Years

GARDENING

Easy care with ground covers

Savage lancewood - how's that for a name?

FOOD

Good old fashioned Kiwi dishes, Thai cuisine and seafood creations

Leek, Potato & Ginger Soup

NorthTec serves up great hospitality traning!

MOTORING

Kia Soul 1.6 Turbo joins line-up

BOOKS

Book reviews

From the big kids desk

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Matariki Whanau Festival 2017

Own your look and be kind

Young new choreographer steps up at Waipu Museum Artntartan Wearable Art Awards

ARTS

Young Country Kerry Hines

LAST WORD

Make a clone - never be alone

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Breaking Dad – So-called parenting advice By Michael Botur

Thanks to my pop Christopher Herbert Alfred Botur, I can scale mountains, cycle 40kms, split firewood with a single axe blow, and win pub sports from snooker to chess to darts.

Chris Botur schooled me on Monty Python, Stevie Wonder, J R R Tolkien and everything else he’s into. He created a friend who he can force to sit on a couch and watch an entire Men Behaving Badly box set.

Yes, being a father is about isolating yourself month by month as all your personality is concentrated into your progeny, your scion, your mini-me.

Dad was right: little boys should have no free will. We created our sons to be sponges, soaking up their dad’s obsessions. Now that I’m a father, here is the brainwashing I have planned for my sponge.

CULTURE FOR MY CLONE

Moogs, MacGyver and ass-kicking archaeologists: my five year old son Abe needs to know the 1980s were the peak of Western civilisation. I want Abe admiring the artwork on Garbage Gang cards. I want Abe to learn the air guitar solo on Sweet Child of Mine. I want Abe reading Hellraiser by age 7. And when he hasn’t had enough horror, I’ll make Abe endure a Phil Collins concert film while sitting on his daddy’s lap all Sunday afternoon, just like I had to.

SPORTS FOR MY CLONE

If the sport contains violence, I want Abe to be a fan. Rugby? Check. League? Yup. Wrestling? Definitely. Soccer? Only if there’s a hooligan riot afterward.

As for boxing, I won’t allow Abe to go out and play with his friends until he can name all the world boxing titles Anthony Joshua holds at any point in time.

FASHION

Marked-down Rebel Sport garb is the height of style for me, so that’s where I’ll be dressing the boy his entire life. Also: Star Wars boxer shorts from K-mart.

VALUES

The boy needs to value holding doors open for ladies; helping people carry furniture when they’re moving in next door; and obsessing and binge drinking for months when some stranger online criticises you.

FORDS VS HOLDENS

I can’t believe in 2017 this is still an issue. How narrow-minded are some people? Will the world really stop spinning if people say one car over another? Must two virtually identical four wheeled hunks of metal really be so divisive? Honestly, just stop absurd questions like this designed to make people feel partisan. I’m sick of it and I don’t want my son ever to be asked to choose.

Clearly the answer is Holden.

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