You have almost certainly already read the Fran Lebowitz interview in ELLE, but if you have not, you should, because she has negged me so successfully that I am now on a bus to NYC so she can ash her cigarettes into my mouth:
I take very good care of my clothes. When I get home, I instantly hang up my jacket. If it’s hot outside, I’ll hang it on the shower rod so that it can air out a bit before I put it away. That’s the first thing I do. Then I’ll hang up my shirt if I’m going to wear it again that night, and I change into another shirt that I just wear around the house. It’s from high school and has holes in it. I love it because it’s mine and because nobody sees me in it, ever. I put my cufflinks in their little box. I shoeshine once a week. My jeans go in the washing machine, my shirts go out (they’re starched), and my clothes that need to be dry-cleaned go to the most expensive dry-cleaner. I dry-clean as infrequently as possible—not only because it’s psychotically expensive, but also because who knows what it does to the clothes? Dry…clean. These words don’t go together. Wet clean—that is how you clean. I can’t even imagine the things they do at the drycleaner. I don’t want to know.
I don’t know if you’re following the Randall Miller situation, but this is a great explanation of why Sarah Jones’ death was such bullshit (I also watched the linked 20/20 episode and it was heartbreaking, although obviously deliberately designed to be so, in that icky way of investigative TV):
I don’t know any of the crew members who worked on Midnight Rider, but I can imagine a likely chain of events. The paper mill says yes, the track owners say no. Permission is secured to be “near the tracks” i.e. seems like enough legal wiggle room to steal a few shots on the bridge, because we all know nothing is actually going to happen, right? Some attempt is made to figure out the train schedule – I wouldn’t be surprised if some poor PA was sent to literally sit by the tracks for a few days to try and figure out how frequently they came.
And then the day of the shoot arrives, when cast and crew are told that if a train happens to be spotted, they’ll have 60 seconds to get off the tracks.
At this point, I imagine a look was exchanged between crew members, a conversation that went unspoken: “Should we be doing this?” “It must be safe if the producers and director are saying it’s OK.” “I’m sure we’ll be fine. Who dies on a film set?”
I am unashamedly obsessed with all things normcore for no apparent reason (not everything has to be important!), so this was so fun for me:
Although normcore’s boundaries are contested, one premise about normcore fashion has remained universally unchallenged: Jerry and George would have worn it on Seinfeld. The question that naturally follows is, What would Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza have eaten? Having watched a lot of Seinfeld and also having researched “Jerry Seinfeld food” on YouTube I can tell you: tuna salad on toast, not-actually-spicy kung pao chicken, single-serving take out soup, Junior Mints, brandless cereal, and scores of dehydrating pretzels.
Matt Zoller Seitz on why this last season of Justified is so perf:
Everyone on this show has trouble letting go of the past in some form: a past dream, a past love, a lifelong fantasy. “Doing what a man’s gotta do” fuses with its crime-thriller mirror, “Just one last big score.” Raylan’s boss, Art Mullen (Nick Searcy), warns Raylan that there’s always one more snake to kill, and if he insists on finding new ones, he’ll never settle down with his family; Ava fruitlessly urges Boyd to give up his desire for the $10 million in Avery’s vault and just pick up and leave town with her and start over somewhere new. It’s a compulsion, perhaps an addiction, embedded deep within the American mind — a concept suggested in a throwaway moment at a party announcing Avery as the town’s would-be new boss, at which Raylan picks up a tumbler of bourbon, then pushes it away, then picks it up again moments later and downs it.
ALSO, have. you. watched. the. latest. episode? GIF REACTIONS PLEASE:
What’s happening with Sweet Briar.
I backed the Emily Books Kickstarter, because, damnit, they really just have the greatest taste in books and indie publishing is a very worthy aim. I am also offering my book recommendation services at one of the reward levels, so, you know, that would be fun! Here’s an interview.
SHOCKINGLY MOVING interview with Ad-Rock, IMHO:
Maybe this is morbid on my part to say, but you’re seeing one of your best friends get eulogized everywhere. It’s some weird, horrific preview of what people will say about you or say about Mike, right?
“Well, you know, all of that stuff made me really happy, that people cared about Adam so much. And there was graffiti all over the world, and it meant a lot. He meant a lot to a lot of people. That’s really nice. That’s rare that that happens: that one of your best friends dies and, internationally, people are freaking out.”
But it’s a glimpse of, frankly, what’s coming for you.
“Well, he was a better person than me. I have a feeling I’ll have some, but not quite as much. You know?”
Do you think people know that?
“What, that he was a better person than me?”
Yes.
“Yeah.”
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