What are we to make of that pudgy little face and dorky, pretend-military hairdo? Can you imagine what he'd say, if we could talk to him? ("I enjoyed the Superbowl-- especially Madonna!") He's just another luxury brand addict whose nation is starving. Enjoy your Rolex and Y3 duds, little buddy! In so many ways, you are dead-- unless you wake up and get what it means to be a true prince.
I don't get it. You mean being an asshole on Wall Street is no longer enough?
So sick of this story and graphic I could puke! What's up with Gawker Weekends? Do you want us not to frequently revisit the site on Saturdays and Sundays....?
The moment when it mattered passed. Now it's just the harshheads and suckhounds in the front row-- 'cause it's an industry, too. But seriously, dreamers, don't worry. Fashion's breathtaking magnificence will come again soon. Meanwhile, go listen to new music and watch contemporary dance. That's where the action is.
Wow. That's the America I grew up in, and still wanna live in. Even if it's fading and can no longer exist in the 21st century.
Just came home from the Philharmonic's concert in observance of 9/11. Hafta write about Mahler and resurrection. Wish the task were simpler....
Just came home from the Philharmonic's concert in observance of 9/11. Hafta write about Mahler and resurrection. Wish the task were simpler....
It's funny to watch women play with their hair. I know anthropologists refer to some primal need to signal reproductive health, but all I see is a sad parody of work...
Ewww. I hope they're Hamptons and not Pines. There are enough dumbass moneyheads here in the Pines.
Really? Without the fake Mario Buatta and Michele Oka Doner chairs, it looks like Kabul. Yecch.
Last night's walk-through "performance-installation" by Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet was a real zoo. The program said "photography (no flash) and video allowed"-- so as you can imagine, one had to peer through a thicket of glowing phone screens to see the dancers. One lady was both brandishing her phone AND dragging around a big piece of luggage on wheels-- which in the dark proved slightly inconvenient for many. But the zooiest part was a guy in a suit, with a microphone, being video'd by another guy with a big shoulder camera with light, doing live commentary during the performance. The two literally scooted audience members out of the way, so they could get closer to the dancers for the best shot. (Theater staff confirmed they were not part of the performance.)
The dancing? Great, as always for that company. The work itself, kinda kitsch-- but of course now it's clearer that that's the point of what they do.
The dancing? Great, as always for that company. The work itself, kinda kitsch-- but of course now it's clearer that that's the point of what they do.
Viva Roku! (For reasons I'll explain some other time....)
Darling, cool moms and dads have been letting their boy kids paint their nails for twenty years now. And the only result has been that the kids have had a little more fun, are a little less stuck in the maletard thing. On the kids it means less than the ankle-or-shoulder tattoo has come to mean on "nice" high school girls-- less than nothing.
The real issue is that shade of pink. It does look slightly corporate, and not personal-- which is the thing that makes me wanna say, "Poor kid...."
The real issue is that shade of pink. It does look slightly corporate, and not personal-- which is the thing that makes me wanna say, "Poor kid...."
Whaddya mean, "non-story"? This thing is oozing reportorial goodness. Much better than "...was seen eating a cheeseburger in Cannes. And by the way...." The item-after-item pace made me breathless.
The arrival in an egg thing? Susanne Bartsch did it better, at her wedding.
Of course the idea is awful-- but that's no longer enough, right? Lorne, please: focus on his feet and those shower sandals he used to wear all the time.
Kind of a nice analogy between that and his career of late, no?
(But I say that with respect and sadness, since I have admired his vision for the connex between citizenship and the media...)
(But I say that with respect and sadness, since I have admired his vision for the connex between citizenship and the media...)
Poor Andy! These tittery murmurs are tawdrier, by oldskool standards, than simply branding them fags.
Check this version of the story: [www.thaindian.com]
Julianne Moore, of course. Only I guess it's not irrational, since everybody hates her.
@AnnieGetYourFun: For me, the point is to make up good names, not silly ones. "John" and "Kwame" were the work of someone with the mind of a Shakespeare. Those names work across many platforms, as it were. Other names are less viable and tempt fate with their silliness, or pretentiousness, or cluelessness about the powers connecting identities and cultures. The latter names, when they wind up in headlines about battered babies and Secretaries of State, may lead the feebleminded to think in racist terms, but they are just kinda bad— just as there are bad plays and bad books….
So Russia isn't a very just society, and the Kremlin is as nuts as the oligarchs. Fine; don't invest there. Now that art and science mean nothing, either, the Russian national genius is for heedless partying like gangsters and hookers-- exactly what doomed rich people should excel at!
