The Obsessions Issue
The Worrying Secrets of Danish Cocaine
Just got back from Fugazi. Saw Cliff. Saw John. Saw Tyler. Talked to Bobby a lot. Saw Antonio. Antonio… his name just rolls off my tongue like Italian ices in 90-degree heat.
The Real Heat are three black teen/early 20s singer sisters from Brixton who swear they write and produce all their own music. I dunno, people are saying that Richard X and Mark Moore from S'Express have got something to do with them.
Most people in Baghdad don't leave their houses at night. They don't rent movies. They don't go to bars. Mostly, they sit huddled in dingy shacks and wait and watch and hope that the occupying army will lift its curfew.
Did you know that there's an entire scene of goth Christian kids? They have nightclubs and bands and websites, and their parents fucking hate them.
"All you can do is cling to your obsessions.... Construct your own personal mythology out of them.... Follow those obsessions like stepping stones in front of a sleepwalker.... [Because] if you compromise with your own obsessions, that way lies...
SHIT THAT RULED IN 2003: Paris came back to the game, dope 80s fashion, facial hair (men only), quitting your major-label A&R job to be a broke-ass writer/musician/actor/bartender, Ludacris, cocaine.
Photos by Mirabelle Marden
Bodybuilding isn't about health or fitness. Bodybuilding is about what you look like, not your well-being or happiness. It's really hard on your kidneys from all the protein you have to eat.
By the time you get to this, you would have already read about how fucking eighties Cut Copy try to be. Don't buy it for a second, Cut Copy may rock a Prophet but they don't always obsess over the eighties.
Why should you care that Harmony Korine did a documentary about another one of David Blaine's look-at-me stunts? So what if a megalomaniac magician locked himself in a tiny glass box for 44 days and called it performance art?