Justin Bieber is done. Though he's less of a tabloid mainstay than he was in 2013 - 2014, Stratford's favourite son seems to be entering a new mode of savagery and decadence. First was the fan-punching incident in Barcelona, then his fire-and-brimstone damnation of Instagram as unholy. He also wandered around a park in Boston and fed squirrels while barefoot. Today brings the clearest evidence that Bugatti Biebs has morphed into Bacardi Biebs. Staring at these photos is to stare into the abyss at the end of this year and find no light, only this face.
When you go to West Hollywood, you gain the sympathy and utmost concern of Spanish-speaking Belieberdom.
But this look, the combination of extravagant coats, stylish eye glasses, and a gaunt, drug/drink-addled expression, where have we seen this before?
It only makes sense that Bieber would become an embodiment of Liam Gallagher, the last patron saint of rock star downward spirals and messiness. The final plot twist of 2016 was that our biggest pop star has ended up the reincarnation of the roaring 90s. That, or Bieber saw Supersonic and was really into the Gallagher brothers' swag. But then again, Bieber's most rock and roll moment was his performance at this year's Grammys, during which he confirmed a fondness for designer leopard-print wear he shares with the younger Gallagher brother.
This goes deep, but we dare not venture further, lest we lose ourselves and slide away. It makes one wonder(wall) at times like this: How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? We're pretty sure that's from the Bible.
Phil thinks 'Be Here Now' is enjoyable. He's on Twitter.