the art of boredom
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Did some winter cleaning, got some goodies for sale.
Shoes range from 8-9, among other things, check it out.
Spending gobs of money to look anonymously chic.
Ruth Madoff was, in many ways, the primordial muck from which the Quiet Luxurians emerged. She spent years, and many thousands of dollars, pursuing a quietly luxurious mode of dressing. With her Belgian loafers, layers of muted cashmere and those dreary quilted jackets—remember Bernie was sporting the male version, accessorized with a baseball cap, during the famous paparazzi confrontation outside his apartment?—Ruth’s goal was clearly to look as little as possible like a long-nailed, tarty Long Island arriviste and as much as possible as though she lived in the English countryside and drove a Range Rover. She was the un-Linda Richman. All was revealed when Ruth was interviewed on 60 Minutes a couple of weeks back. As soon as she opened her gob, the real kawfee-tawking-lady-behind-the-vicuña emerged. Ruth’s desire to relinquish her working-class roots and adopt an old money, Ralph Lauren-ish personal style—a pal of mine calls it “the process of degreasing”—reflects a time-honored tradition: It’s new money aping old. Problem is, girlfriend was degreasing her closet with other people’s shekels.
Excellently written.
“See the thing is, one necessary evil leads to another, until one day you can’t differentiate between what’s necessary and what’s merely expedient. And when that happens, you’re done. You’re a monster.”
— Tom Kane
-Nicole James of MTV
FIVE TIMES IN A ROW
(via suitsandboots)
Apparently Boston’s show was showered with six performances of Niggas in Paris last night; they did three at Izod and that was more than enough for me. I’m still mad Jay didn’t do Money, Cash, Hoes.
I’ve always thought Kanye should weave his tweets into a rap. Here’s how it could go (these are actual @kanyewest tweets):
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron.
Sometimes I fuk with my Timbs on.
Fresh Kid,
Best Dressed,
Ninjas,
YESSS!
Fuk with the lights on.
Fuck with the lights on.
I didn’t know Johnny Depp played guitar.
Be nice, stay positive, You are who you are!!!!
Ninjas are cool I just don’t know any personally,
Where do you get a simple Persian rug without cherub imagery?
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat,
I’m working 30 hours a day at least.
I decided to become the best rapper of all time! Put it on my things to do in this lifetime list!
Does lucifer return text, is he or she on Skype? Don’t wanna be sexist!
Boyfriends are like rush hour traffic… ALWAYS IN THE FUCKING WAY!
This right here’s my new beat protege.
Yo being nice is my whole shit now,
Set off the metal detectors with the Swag. WOW.
Hotel robe got me feeling like a Sheik,
Who’s seen Wicked? I saw it 4 times -eek!This is all sorts of awesome.
A gallivant mind posed to me a series of questions at 3 in the morning, one of which many have surely pondered at one point or another. What if every person on this earth were born with a predetermined, biologically assigned partner? Think about that for a moment.
It sounds wild but if it were true, wouldn’t the world be an easier place? As my friend and I were discussing (and also coaxed to blog about), we’ll call her ‘B’ for the sake of whatever this is that I’m writing, we came to the conclusion that her proposition could possibly exist (albeit metaphorically/philosophically). B suggested that a biological system like this would eliminate all the unnecessary bullshit people deal with in trying to find a suitable [life] partner, and I would tend to agree. This would mean we’d no longer have to put up with blind dates, gold diggers messing with no broke n****s, creepy assholes gawking from across the bar, or dudes writing guides on how to be southern gentlemen.
So let’s talk about the possibility of something this crazy. How would it work and when would it occur? Let’s be honest; this most likely couldn’t happen, but it breathes life into certain manmade ideas that have long been held throughout human history. B entered into evidence exhibit A: people who said they’ve found their soul mates. We obviously don’t have empirical data to work with but this is more conceptual than scientific. Couples who’ve found their 'soul mates’ believe they were destined from birth to find and be with that one singular person, something analogous to what we discussed earlier: a genetically predetermined partner.
I really don’t know where I’m going with this but I think what I’m getting at is that, in its purest form, two souls can be destined for each other long before they've ever met. Whether linked biologically or cosmically, I believe it could happen. And if any of the previous made zero sense and I’m wrong, well, it’s not like you could disprove it.
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GQ: [on the Jay/Wayne Beef] Do you think it was blown out of proportion?
Drake: I mean, not really. I think it was pretty clear-cut. I think anybody denying anything at this point is silly. And I’ve said that before for either of them to say, “Oh, no man, I didn’t mean it,” it’s like, “Yes you did, man”. But it’s all good, it’s what rap is about. It’s a competitive business.