Category Archive 'Amusement'
29 Sep 2014

Detention Notice

28 Sep 2014

Who Left That Camera There?

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Watch more video from the Staff Picks channel on Frequency

Hat tip to Karen L. Myers and Walter Olson [Facebook].

17 Sep 2014

Rory McIlroy’s Tee Shot Lands in Spectator’s Pocket

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At the PGA Championship Tour in Atlanta, but he still makes par.

12 Sep 2014

Blogging About Politics

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BloggingPolitics

Via du vide.

09 Sep 2014

Animation

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08 Sep 2014

A Good Day

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FlyingMonkeys

07 Sep 2014

Amish Raise Barn in Ohio

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05 Sep 2014

Sex Education

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SexEducation
Sex Education Class (1929)

Hat tip to Madame Scherzo via Karen l. Myers.

05 Sep 2014

Attacked and Eaten by a $4000 Jacket in Tribeca

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MaryKChoi

It happens. You walk into Griffin & Howe (or the real Abercrombie & Fitch decades ago) without the slightest intention of buying anything, and you wind up leaving with some English shotgun or Payne fly rod you couldn’t possibly afford, but which has suddenly become a cherished and essential component of your personal existence on the planet.

Women’s clothes work on women, we all understand, the same way best grade London shotguns work on men. Mary H. K. Choi, in New York magazine, delivers a quite amusing account of how it happened that an impecunious struggling writer (herself) wandered into a posh designer boutique and wound up buying a $4000 leather coat. (My God! woman, you can get a pretty decent grouse gun for that kind of money.)

I have no idea what possessed me to walk into the Rick Owens store. To call this flagship a store is hysterical. It’s a miniature fortress of solitude constrained by New York proportions that shrewdly offsets the stark, jagged cave-witch clothes inside. To the uninitiated, it’s uninviting and faintly hospital-ish. Entering is akin to arriving at the cafeteria of a new high school, where said high school is populated entirely by clones of Rihanna. It’s terrifying. You worry you might wet yourself a little.

The mystique of the store has mostly to do with the designer. Rick Owens is a tall, sinewy man with a thin nose, Old World teeth, and fantastic hair. He resembles an Egon Schiele subject and lives in a five-story Parisian mansion with his muse and business partner, Michèle Lamy. (Lamy doubles as Owens’s much older, pygmy-size, polyamorous goth wife.) Together they make $800 shirts that look like lice-infested shrouds worn by medieval serfs.

Their coats appear rough-hewn, essentially untreated hides cut into fascinating shapes of seemingly extraterrestrial origin. The moment you throw one on, however, the weight falls into a mysterious, life-affirming silhouette. The black suede, fur-lined Rick Owens motorcycle jacket I selected made me feel thinner, taller, and infinitely more interesting. I looked as if I were in on a secret. The coat was the distillation of everything I’ve ever found seductive about not only living in New York but the prospect of belonging there, too. …

I dared myself to buy that coat and then dared that coat to rebuke me. I wanted to prove that I could visit the apex of cool-rich-people New York (as opposed to the tacky, evil, overwrought rich-people New York), buy a souvenir, and not turn into a hobo. I know native New Yorkers complain all the time about how anesthetized the City is now. Still, I’ve always found living in New York deeply scary. Without a trust fund or famous parent (and even then, sometimes you need both), the odds of success are ludicrous. It’s not just the fact that you don’t have any money. It’s that money no longer makes sense. This is the part that took me forever to figure out.

Read the whole thing, which is apparently an excerpt from the young lady’s “How-I-Came-to-My-Senses-an-Got-the-Hell-Out-of-NYC” memoir (published as a quite inexpensive eBook).

19 Aug 2014

Martial Arts Referee Loses His Temper

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It’s always better to listen to the referee.

12 Aug 2014

Nixon Battling Saber-Toothed Tiger

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NixonSabretooth
Quote the artist: “When Richard Nixon first traveled through time there was a considerable malfunction with his time machine, he was transported back to the ice age where he ended up battling a sabertooth tiger.”

You find strange and wonderful things on the Internet, even things which boggle the mind. Yesterday, I was doing a Google Image Search and, in the normal manner of things, a number of images having nothing recognizably in common with what I had searched for turned up. One usually just skims past those kinds of images, instantly dismissing them from mind, but this image made me stop and do a double-take.

I began to hear Neil Young singing: “Smilodon tabbies and Nixon coming…”

The artist, a fellow named SharpWriter, seems to have done quite a lot of US presidents and some historical figures as fantasy superheroes. Check out Bill Clinton. I think this artist has ascended past the realm of kitsch to the space of laughing-with-appreciation.

11 Aug 2014

Probably Did Not Listen

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Enjoy responsibly.

Via Ratak Monodosico.

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