Kate Moss, model, is marrying Jamie Hince, “rock star”. And, according to the website wwd fashion, she’s going to be wearing Zelda Fitzgerald’s engagement ring, which I thought was kind of cool until I saw that it’s actually just a reproduction of the original. Lame.
One of the most popular books in Nazi Germany was a well-made series of glossy black and white photos of nudes sunbathing and engaged in various physical activities called Mensch und Sonne. Believing that physical activity should be promoted ahead of and in place of such decadent pursuits as thinking and reading about stuff, it appealed to the Teutonic bros that eventually became the Schutzstaffel.
Under the provisions laid out by the Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act of 2009, packs of cigarettes will now be adorned with gruesome reminders that the Free Market doesn’t always have your best intentions in mind. It’s like a serialized print version of Faces of Death, only it comes with cigarettes.
The Saddest Music in the World
Even if you erase the words and leave just the melody of the speaker’s voice, people can tell that what’s being said is “sad” from the movement of the sound of the speakers voice.
And so now, to be stoned in space, perhaps if not Man’s final frontier, is definitely a step in the right direction.
There’s probably a cockroach within 100 feet of you right now. Learn about her!
These mountains plead with us. They beg us and shout at us and seduce us and guilt us into accepting their challenge. “I’m here,” they say, “climb me and touch the face of God.” And who picks up the gauntlet? Exactly the people you first think of when thinking of mountains and bullfights and the Spanish Civil War and other manly things: the good people of Coudal Partners, a Chicago-based media and design company.
Walking to Hollywood – Will Self
How uncomfortable is it when you sense that someone is appropriating obsolete forms of rebellion?
A Weird Floating Island of Strange Death
I have to say I don’t know what I find more invigoratingly overwhelming: our power to create a weird, floating island of strange death, or art so prescient that it displaces time, distorts causality, and convinces us for a moment that it has killed and buried coincidence.
Whether Connors realizes it or not, his isolation isn’t so pure, nor his city living so alienating that he has to view himself as split between the two. That’s part of being American, containing those multitudes. That’s part of being human. And that’s what makes this book so incredibly enjoyable.