“JaQuel Knight, Choreographer of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies,” to Teach One-Day-Only Master Classes at The Ailey Extension.” Reason’s I wish I could dance, #56789. Thanks press releases.
45 Pictures of Boy Bands →
What were we thinking, guys?
I keep picturing Carrie Bradshaw on the High Line, and it terrifies me.– Nicolai Ouroussoff in the Times, using a great lead from the Big-In-2004 department.
meltzer: I really loved this part: ”Writers always envy artists, would trade places with them in a moment if they could. The painter’s life seems less ascetic, less monkish, less hunched. Instead of the austere mess of the desk there is the chaos of the studio: dirty coffee cups, paint-smudged cassette decks, drawings of the artist’s girlfriend, naked, on the walls… In the age of the computer...
I couldn’t determine what the conflict was, but it was probably something along...– Cintra Wilson, on sale shoe shoppin’ at Barneys. (via Renata)
The thing that transforms something from being an idea to being a physical...– Well, the Dirty P. just got a lot more famous. Lots of good quotes in here, and Bjork being as batty/superlative as usual.
pre-durst: A decade later, pawing through the wistful mists of time, here’s what I’ve decided: I don’t like this band, and I don’t like this song, but I love listening to this song. Which is to say: I dislike it in the abstract, and I dislike its consituent parts, but I love when it’s actually put in my ears. Watching these guys raindance around somebody’s backyard in Arizona and wiggle their...
Oracular Spectacular. Driving gloves, a t-shirt made into a vest, a Victorian ruff cuff and five pieces of neckwear? How is this even a contest?