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I Would Like This Turban Thing
June 13, 2017FUCK YOU I’M MILLWALL
June 8, 2017So, as most everyone knows by now, we had a wee bit of the TERROR here in London last weekend. Not ideal. But one of the things that always follows terrorist incidents are stories of human bravery. Case in point: this absolute legend, who, unarmed, charged the terrorists yelling a battle cry of, “Fuck you, I’m Millwall!”
For the Americans amongst my readers, Millwall is a football/soccer club that is, how should I put this: thoroughly disliked. Their fans are known to be uneducated thugs. In fact, a common cheer they use as a retort is, “No one likes us, we don’t care.” So imagine how exciting it is for them––whether they’ll admit it or not––to all of a sudden find themselves VERY liked!
My husband and I have, like many others out there, found the story and the tagline pretty amazing. So the other night, we were joking about making t-shirts with “Fuck You, I’m Millwall” on them, because of course when something is funny, the first thing you should do is make a t-shirt of it. I was one click away from ordering 400 customized t-shirts (to the tune of nearly 1,000 GBP) when my wet blanket husband decides actually, it would be weird, and maybe we’d have to check with Millwall (even though I wasn’t planning on using the logo) and instead we could think about just having them say FYIM even though exactly two people in the universe (him and me) would know what the fuck that meant.
So fine, even though we were going to donate the proceeds to the victims’ families and other charitable causes, and even though I’m sure Millwall officials would be thrilled to partner with us on this initiative, the project will go on the shelf for now. But let the record show that this shirt would have been bomb.
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One of my favorite signs in London
May 26, 2017
Resemblance
April 2, 2017
Smoking
March 31, 2017On rare occasions I’ll feel a bit sad that my days of being a stupid kid are coming to a close. When that happens, I tend to envision myself doing something like smoking one of these Sobranie cigarettes––kinda kitschy, but undeniably glamorous. I can probably have one a year or so even now that I’m a grown-up, right?
Spotted in an Urban Outfitters Dressing Room
February 20, 2017
Gayle, is that you!?
Art Not Ads
January 13, 2017In New York, a group is embarking on a year-long project to replace advertisements with works of art. Genius! The only issue with it, as far as I can tell right now, is that it’s a little within-the-lines (I’d love to see more people take their Exact-o knives to billboards and getting arrested mid-painting session) and not pervasive enough. I’d prefer that all ads were eliminated and replaced with artwork, but everyone knows I have wild visions for society…
The campaign was inspired by a giant picture of a surgically enhanced ass:
Caldwell was inspired to start the project after seeing an ad for a $1,000 Brazilian butt lift outside of her Brooklyn apartment last spring. She said, “I laughed it off at first, but the billboard was designed to make me feel self-conscious, and I got tired of it. I became determined to fill my life with art that would make people feel anything else.”
An example:
Reminds me of a few years ago, when I was just out of college, I saw a little piece about an artist, or something, was creating these bumper sticker type things that read, “You don’t need it,” which wannabe renegades like myself could request (for free) in the mail and then smack them onto public advertisements. I still have my packet somewhere. While I was walking through the underpass between the A and S trains at 42nd Street I saw these giant iPhone 7 posters, with that instantly recognizable sleek Apple aesthetic, and I thought, “That would be perfect.” Next time. (Don’t think I won’t do it.)
Bog Factor
December 21, 2016When walking in Scotland, please do consider the BOG FACTOR. 
Never Gonna Get It
December 5, 2016To think that a mere month ago I was ogling this very expensive but utterly adorable leopard print bunny clutch:
And now I can’t even FANTASIZE about it without feeling guilty imagining those hundreds of pounds that could go toward a down payment on that off-the-grid goat farm we might need to buy as the apocalypse looms. DONALD TRUMP IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.
Bedlam
November 15, 2016Today I went to see the Bedlam exhibit at the Wellcome Collection, and there was a lot to chew on (notables include: the record Symposium in Blues, commissioned by Merck to promote psychiatric medication, paintings of “morphinomania, and a psychiatric patient’s artwork depicting his perfect day in the asylum, which ends with a visit to feed the resident polar bears). A few choice quotes on the wall alluding to the old adage that the insane in charge lock up the less insane to keep them pacified, which feels really fucking resonant right now. But anyway! Here’s one of my favorite things from the exhibit: the artwork commissioned by Wallace Laboratories, makers of Miltown, to depict the glorious transformation undergone by those who take the drug. And who did they decide to have paint said transformation? Salvador Dali, naturally. From Sotheby’s:
Given the artist’s reputation for phantasmagoric images, it may come as no surprise to learn that in 1958, he was commissioned by Wallace Laboratories to design an artwork to promote their psychotropic drug Miltown. A sedative that was popular in Hollywood circles, Miltown was at the time considered to be a miracle cure for anxiety. The resulting project, Crisalida*, was an art installation Dalí built in the shape of a chrysalis. Visitors walked through it to see glass panels illustrating a user’s three stages of healing: from an ominous, hollowed figure, to a feminine form in mid-metamorphosis, and finally, to a healed, whole woman with a head of blooming flowers.
As my companion said, “I really cannot tell the before and after here.” Which is to say we both might quibble with the Sotheby’s writer who claims the whole thing is “no surprise.”
*Get it?
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