27 March 2012
i thought this was thomas wilhelm.
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sit-and-spin,
spotted,
statues,
thomas jefferson
the other hot young female rapper named after a flowering bush
iggy azalea is an australian lady who is an up and coming hip hop star in the US. she and azealia banks have already started an internet feud (presumably over their shared regard for bushy flowers) and this "murda bizness" is the lead single from her upcoming debut album. not quite the song of the summer, but still pretty sickening.
26 March 2012
nErD aLeRt!
The Princeton University Art Museum has just opened an exhibition that treats its campus as an art object.
“Princeton and the Gothic Revival: 1870-1930” examines the intent of the university’s medieval-stylized dormitories, classrooms, libraries and chapels, both when they were first built during the British Empire’s Victorian heyday and today. The galleries are just an appetizer, though, because the campus is literally a museum of what used to be called “collegiate gothic” architecture and you’re encouraged to use a smart phone app to follow its development on a tour.
It’s a more interesting subject than any mere historical study because of the recent completion of Whitman College, the sprawling dorm designed by Demetri Porphyrios, with $30 million provided by Meg Whitman, a Princeton graduate and former eBay chief, who now heads Hewlitt-Packard. Whitman College is, as so many Porphyrios buildings are, a historical revival, too, a gothic fortress on the outside and a software-friendly, James-Bond supervillain lair on the inside (at least, when compared with traditional college housing). Why contemporary students would want to live in a Hogwort’s dream such as the Whitman is really what this show is about. (via)someone needs to tell the university of tennessee that they're doing it wrong.
bonus link: the atlantic's review of this review
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architecture,
college,
goth,
i want to go to there,
nerd alert,
princeton review
who knew?
They prepare for classes and make their beds together, gently setting a teddy bear and a stuffed crocodile on pillows. They look intently at themselves as they fix oversize white bows, meant to symbolize purity, in their hair.
And they wear gas masks for training drills.
They are “the Little Spies of Putin” — or at least that’s what a French publication called them in a piece that inspired the photographer Sergey Kozmin to document them for his series “Girl Soldiers.” (via)
i knew it!
i thought i recognized cosgrove's fiance and it's because it is 90's tween star alex mack!
Labels:
mad men,
nickelodeon,
nothing to be proud of,
remember?,
the 90s
did you ever wonder how rihanna's sausage is made?
well you're in for a treat because the new yorker spent a few thousand words trying to figure out who are the movers and shakers that create contemporary pop music. if you read it, then we can talk about it next time we are drinking beers together.
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music,
New Yorker,
rihanna,
sausage
girls on top
this one lady is absolutely raving about the new HBO show girls, and its star/ writer/ director lena dunham
When a TV critic reports on a new show, it’s okay to say the series is promising, even the next big thing, but ideally, one shouldn’t go native. One should probably also talk in the third person. In this case, however, I’ll have to make an exception. Because from the moment I saw the pilot of Girls (which airs on April 15), I was a goner, a convert. In an office at HBO, my heart sped up. I laughed out loud; I “got” the characters—four friends, adrift in a modern New York of unpaid internships and bad sex on dirty sofas. But the show also spoke to me in another way. As a person who has followed, for more than twenty years, recurrent, maddening debates about the lives of young women, the series felt to me like a gift. Girls was a bold defense (and a searing critique) of the so-called Millennial Generation by a person still in her twenties.
When a TV critic reports on a new show, it’s okay to say the series is promising, even the next big thing, but ideally, one shouldn’t go native. One should probably also talk in the third person. In this case, however, I’ll have to make an exception. Because from the moment I saw the pilot of Girls (which airs on April 15), I was a goner, a convert. In an office at HBO, my heart sped up. I laughed out loud; I “got” the characters—four friends, adrift in a modern New York of unpaid internships and bad sex on dirty sofas. But the show also spoke to me in another way. As a person who has followed, for more than twenty years, recurrent, maddening debates about the lives of young women, the series felt to me like a gift. Girls was a bold defense (and a searing critique) of the so-called Millennial Generation by a person still in her twenties.
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