Here is my MF DOOM CONCERT REVIEW. I wrote this last night when I got home. It’s the morning after, and I still can’t believe what happened yesterday was real. I’ve seen lots and lots of crazy rap shit in my life, but this tops them all, in so many ways.
You’ll buy this month’s Vogue because Tina Fey is on the cover and you’ll read it to see the photograph of young Fey, age nine, delivering the half-grimace half-smile that is her world-facing expression to this day, page 460.
You’ll scan the story about fashion bloggers with resentment, noting…
I stand by my 02/12/10 tweet: “’superfunnysmart feminist’ fash cover story still requires a ‘lifetime of fash missteps’ dek caveat”. (& whhhhhy is Tumblr now cutting re-blogged content? Me no likey.)
“Before she left the stage, Lady Di yelled through the rain, “Do you love me?” “Yes,” the remainder of the crowd cheered back. She returned, “Then get out of the goddamn park!”—Ain’t No Storm Big Enough
The vest Death wears in Kids in the Hall: Death Comes to Town originally belonged to The Friendly Giant.
How awesome is that?!
(today’s special reminded me of what I watched on tv as a kid which reminded me of mr. dressup which reminded me of CBC which reminded me of The Friendly Giant which reminded me of this piece of trivia.)
“His was a strangely ambivalent creative sensibility: he seemed so often to hate the thing he so clearly loved. His romanticism (which produced some of the most beautiful clothes of the last 20 years) was always symbolically charred at its edges by an approach to beauty and women offensively brutal at times, as he presented them as predators and victims, hard and soft, human and insect.”—Colin McDowell: Vulnerable Creativity: Alexander McQueen obituary and evaluation
“Now you have to be a business manager, a marketer. It’s, what? Eight, ten, fifteen collections a year. Men’s, women’s, couture, diffusion. Then they want accessories. Then they want watches. Then they want jewelry. It’s a machine, and I think that killed him.”—Tonchi on McQueen: A ‘Little Cog That Got Squeezed’ — The Cut