20 February 2010
"After a whirlwind of a year for female models undergoing blackface with less than favorable reactions, it is surprising to say the least that L’Officiel Hommes would take a risk and charter this territory."
-via The Fashionisto
1 : a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race
2 : racial prejudice or discrimination
Pros: via HuffPost
Cons: via FashionBombDaily
"The editors at Jezebel say, “What Klein and Roitfeld should know…is that painting white people black for the entertainment of other white people is offensive in ways that stand entirely apart from cultural context...something about the act of portraying a white woman as black ought to sound an alarm, somewhere.'”
Commentary on the ANTM blackface episode via Stitching About TV
...and MissOmniMedia picks apart the whole thing.
There are so many more examples out there. What gives?
Saw them at 7th Street, and I'm convinced. Two lead-ish singers, one of which (especially on this track) sounds a lot like Antony Hegarty (frontman of Antony and the Johnsons) and an overall mood that's like a more sophisticated, evolved Vampire Weekend. Love parts of "Contra" (the new VW album) but most of the Wild Beasts' tunes have what I wanted from VW's sophomore effort: more of an honest edge, less "quirky" beats.
PS, the bassist, with a shaved head, reminded me a lot of my friend Brendan. This remembering loaded the show with a lot more meaning for me, and made me think of the things I loved about "Brendore" like his ernest nature, his well-worn t-shirts and taut little body, and his charm. Also the bassist made me chuckle when he confessed to being a shameless flirt (very unlike Brendan,) and offered to sell himself for $5. This is after he had been in a van for 2 days from Portland with a bunch of dudes and grawrling into the microphone and in unison with the other singer in the next breath. Rock stars are so hot that, for me, it's almost more of a comfort than an excitement.
A friend and I were treated to exquisite little glasses of Cynar beforehand from a kindred spirit at Bradstreet. We had the whole lounge area to ourselves and it was lovely catching up. She's a keeper (the friend, not the waitress or the booze) and though I'll always try something new, I can't see this liquor being any good at all in a mix, but maybe as a digestive after a meal, like Montenegro. Oh how civilized!
A beautifully late evening, and loverly music. I wish these boys all the best!
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She was there somewhere, there hidden in the garden, back among the flowers—he was sure of it: he had just seen her, hadn’t he? But there was something different about her. Even the brief glimpse he’d had of her had made that clear: something, he couldn’t help but think, wrong with her, something missing. And she had seemed—unless he was mistaken—afraid. What is she afraid of? he wondered, rubbing his chin against the butt of his axe. Surely not me?