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Friday, August 15, 2008 - 4:42 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

I took one phrase from each paragraph of The Independent UK’s ground breaking study on the global urban hipster and created this inspiring poem.

MacBook
Williamsburg
Style anthropologist and author of Streetstyle: From Sidewalk to Catwalk
Rough Trade
local scooter dealership
American Apperal
Dov
repackaging it and selling it
Japanese clothing giant
he recently told Creative Review, was “the ultra-contemporary cool aspect of Japan, its pop culture rather than something traditional and Japanese-y.”
a shabby-chic pub where Vice magazine, style bible to the global scenester, hosts regular parties.
Belgian producers can make a Kylie Minogue song sound like The Prodigy (as did Soulwax);
“dork” glasses,
Julian Casablancas’s vocal persona
Ian Curtis; the French version
Now, the Vice empire includes a clothing chain, a record label and an online TV channel.
guns, sex, drug-taking, blood
Terry Richardson
Cheap digital cameras and the internet popularised that
a satire of scenester life aired on Channel 4
The keffiyeh, once a signifier of solidarity with Palestine, now signifies nothing but cool.
Co-founder of The Future Laboratory, a trend forecasting company
global scenester stays on top of what’s cool worldwide by reading such urban culture despatches as The Cool Hunter
The Vice weekly e-mailout, with images from the global scene, and listings for Vice events in each city, is not unique. Le Cool
We’re The Economist
Flavorpill’s weekly fashion
a product of punk, a product of straight edge
sold out in Berlin

Lohan to Join Tribe?


Friday, August 15, 2008 - 4:20 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Is Lindsay Lohan about to go Jew? Or is this is just a well-timed bid to get a Woody Allen picture like Penelope and Scarlett? They star in a new Allen film, Viki Christina Barcelona, which opens today. Whatever, score two for the Jews today…

Lindsay Lohan is reportedly set to convert to Judaism for her girlfriend Samantha Ronson. The 22-year-old singer - who is said to have been raised in a Catholic household - is considering altering her religious beliefs to bring her closer to DJ Sam, who she has been dating since late last year.

A source said: “Sam’s family is Jewish. Lindsay has learned a lot about Judaism from Sam and admires its beliefs.”

UK Discovers Hipsters, AD 2008


Thursday, August 14, 2008 - 5:34 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

No pictures needed. I’ve highlighted key findings in this dispatch from The Independent UK:

The bewildered boy clutches his fruit salad and searches for a seat at the back of the bar. He’s wearing a vintage flannel shirt and skinny jeans, a pair of pointed brogues and pink plastic-framed sunglasses. His hair is a peroxide crop in the androgynous, Agyness Deyn style. This hipper-than-thou hangout in the Truman Brewery on London’s Brick Lane, with its indistinct electronic soundtrack, is a popular spot. Emos, nu-folkies and post-post-punks mingle on Moroccan-style cushions. A guy in a ripped white V-neck T-shirt is stretched out on the leather couch in the corner, his face lit by the pale glow from his MacBook. For an aspiring scenester like the boy in the flannel shirt, standing out from the crowd is going to be a struggle.

We’re in the crucible of London cool, a district so packed with poseurs that it attracts as many satirists as it does followers of fashion. But forget any tired talk simply of Shoreditch twats and Brooklyn hipsters. Across the developed world, from Copenhagen to Cape Town, from Tokyo to Sao Paolo, from Kreuzberg to Williamsburg – from Grangemouth to Guildford, for that matter – today’s scenesters all wear the same clothes and accessories, listen to the same sounds, ride the same bicycles, and read the same magazines, e-mailouts and style blogs.

“There always used to be a particular city that was the centre of cool at a particular point in time,” says Ted Polhemus, style anthropologist and author of Streetstyle: From Sidewalk to Catwalk. “But now there’s no longer a place where it’s ‘at’; there’s no longer any centre of the world’s popular cultural universe. For a time it seemed it would be a simple matter of shifting from London to Tokyo. But instead, street style is everywhere and in places you’d never have guessed it would be.”

The Truman Brewery is a microcosm of an international phenomenon. Across the alley from the bar, Rough Trade East – London’s coolest independent record store – is celebrating its first birthday with a limited edition run of Rough Trade-branded Converse All Stars, the global scenester’s shoe of choice. Next door, there’s a hairdresser cutting the “do” of the day, its clients reclining in Japanese Belmont Cadilla styling chairs “for ultra-comfort and design”.

There’s the local scooter dealership with a rank of Mod-ish Italian Vespas lined up on the pavement outside. And at the end of the row is a clothing store that specialises in stitching together two old pieces of clothing to make something new. Want your pinstripe suit grafted to a hoodie? This is the place for you. And this is what global scenester culture has come to in the Noughties – a succession of styles from the past half-century, patched together to form a single, strangely familiar whole. There’s a bit of Eurotrash here, some British punk there, a swatch of Asian minimalism, and a sizeable off-cut of blue-collar chic from both sides of the Atlantic. So how, exactly, did hip get globalised?

Like every other American Apparel clothing store worldwide, the East End branch – a stone’s throw from the Truman Brewery – stocks Spandex hotpants and sequined tube dresses, white Eighties gym socks and DayGlo sports sweats, maroon corduroys worthy of Woodstock, even the latest album by French electro-auteur Sébastien Tellier. The shop is so popular it’s moving to bigger premises.

American Apparel is an archetype for the globalisation of “cool”. The retail chain was founded in California in 1997 with an outsider ethic. Most of its clothes are produced in an 800,000-square foot factory in Los Angeles, and its Canadian founder, Dov Charney, actively associates his brand with the city’s multicultural melting pot.

Today, American Apparel is the largest domestic clothing manufacturer in the US, and boasts around 200 stores worldwide – in Canada, Mexico, Israel, Japan, Korea and most of Western Europe. There are outlets in Glasgow, Brighton and Liverpool, and the locations of its London branches read like a historical tour of capital cool: Portobello Road, Carnaby Street, Covent Garden, Camden. The further its global reach stretches, the more easily the company can study and copy street style, before repackaging it and selling it back to the originators of that style, with an American Apparel label attached.

Uniqlo, the Japanese clothing giant, is another outfitter of the global scenester. Until 2004, the chain was known as a cheap and nasty Asian C&A equivalent. Its first move into the UK, in the early Noughties, met with little success. So Uniqlo executives went back to the drawing board and hired top creative director Kashiwa Sato to transform its fortunes.

Sato’s strategy was to make Uniqlo a global brand, but one unafraid of flaunting its modern Japanese origins. Now the company’s website is world class, its store interiors sleek and minimalist, its global logo (in both Roman and Japanese script) ubiquitous, and its clothing cutting edge and inclusive. Today, Uniqlo has almost 800 stores worldwide, including outlets in the UK, US and France. What Sato was looking to replicate, he recently told Creative Review, was “the ultra-contemporary cool aspect of Japan, its pop culture rather than something traditional and Japanese-y.” He’d tapped into the global scene.

Down the street from American Apparel, past the London College of Fashion, is The Old Blue Last, a shabby-chic pub where Vice magazine, style bible to the global scenester, hosts regular parties. Outside, a blackboard advertises “fuzzed garage, punk, post-punk, freakbeat and more in an anything goes night of really GOOD music”.

Once, style tribes defined themselves by their music. There were disco divas, electro heads, hippy West Coast rockers…. But in the age of the MP3, anything really does go: Parisian lounge jazz bands can cover the Ramones (as did Nouvelle Vague); Belgian producers can make a Kylie Minogue song sound like The Prodigy (as did Soulwax); and DJs can drop The White Stripes into a hip-hop set – Mark Ronson made his name on the New York club circuit doing just that.

Today’s music scene is a global swapshop. One of the coming bands of this year, for instance, are Johannesburg’s Blk Jks, whose style choices include the global scenester’s familiar Elvis Costello “dork” glasses, 1970s ski vests, vintage Nikes and, yes, skinny jeans.

The band that defined the US branch of the global scene was The Strokes, a quintet of monied Manhattanites posing as Lower East Side hipsters. Lead singer Julian Casablancas’s vocal persona is insouciant, unimpressed, too cool to try harder. His latest project is the song “My Drive Thru”, commissioned for a Converse advertisement; the ad is the centrepiece of Converse Century, a celebration of the company’s first 100 years, and a smart marketing campaign that condenses decades of global youth subculture and rebrands it for the mainstream.

The print element of the Converse Century campaign features a row of international, intergenerational scenesters, each wearing their pair of Chuck Taylor All Star trainers – among them are Hunter S Thompson, James Dean and Sid Vicious. The UK version of the print ad features Joy Division’s Ian Curtis; the French version, actress and singer Jane Birkin; the Chinese version, singer-songwriter Cui Jian. Converse means cool in more than 20 languages.

When the first edition of the glossy freesheet Vice came out in Montreal in 1994, its founders could hardly have believed that, 14 years on, it would be sought out by 900,000 readers on five continents. Now, the Vice empire includes a clothing chain, a record label and an online TV channel.

The Vice aesthetic has had an abiding influence on global scenester style. The magazine’s photographers popularised a street-verité photographic vernacular, with touches of soft porn and a sense of menace. The Vice Photo Book, a collection published earlier this year, boasts images of guns, sex, drug-taking, blood and vomit.

It’s no coincidence that American Apparel’s often controversial advertising campaigns imitate the Vice look, nor that Vice photographer Terry Richardson is the principal photographer for Uniqlo’s in-house magazine, Paper. His style has countless amateur copycats worldwide, whose photos have found a home on fast-growing photo-sharing websites such as Flickr and MySpace. Snapping away at a party in Portland, Oregon, or in Harajuku, Tokyo, a global scenester can disseminate their local style worldwide before sunrise.

“People like Ryan McGinley and Terry Richardson just took pictures of their friends on basic cameras,” explains Andy Capper, the UK editor of Vice. “American Apparel and Uniqlo are doing what Vice did, which is to stop using expensive models and Photoshop. They use point-and-shoot photography, which is more honest and exciting. Cheap digital cameras and the internet popularised that.

Outside a bar in Shoreditch, near the Vice offices, there’s a guy handing out flyers for a club night called Shoreditch is Shit: The Worst Night of Your Life. On the flipside are instructions for how to play “cock, muff, bumhole”, the variation on paper, scissors, stone created for Nathan Barley, a satire of scenester life aired on Channel 4. Making fun of the global scenesters is futile, for they love nothing more than to mock themselves. Everything a scenester does is rendered in air quotes: ironic moustaches, ironic trucker caps, faux-offensive Urban Outfitters T-shirts, white guys with afros, or musical acts with names like Does It Offend You, Yeah?

Nathan Barley himself ran a scenester website – or “urban culture despatch” – called Trashbat.co.ck, and the internet has been a key factor in the globalisation of hip. Through mailouts and blogs, the tropes of eclectic style tribes the world over are quickly integrated into a single street style. The keffiyeh, once a signifier of solidarity with Palestine, now signifies nothing but cool. The fixed-wheel bike is now the global scenester’s favourite ride. China’s cheap Holga camera, once a well-kept secret among professional photographers hoping to achieve that lo-fi look, is now an essential urban accessory, and the results of its use are plastered all over Flickr. Albert Hammond Jr, The Strokes’ guitarist and boyfriend of Agyness Deyn, had one hanging round his neck at the T4 on the Beach party.

“Trends aren’t transmitted hierarchically, as they used to be,” explains Martin Raymond, co-founder of The Future Laboratory, a trend forecasting company. “They’re now transmitted laterally and collaboratively via the internet. You once had a series of gatekeepers in the adoption of a trend: the innovator, the early adopter, the late adopter, the early mainstream, the late mainstream, and finally the conservative. But now it goes straight from the innovator to the mainstream.”

The global scenester stays on top of what’s cool worldwide by reading such urban culture despatches as The Cool Hunter, a blog begun in Sydney four years ago by Bill Tikos, which reports on the hippest fashion, furniture, and design culture. The Cool Hunter has more than 600,000 unique visitors per month, who pore over the contents of its licensed offshoots in the US, UK, Turkey, Italy, China, and Japan. Its global audience allows Tikos to homogenise cool worldwide.

The Vice weekly e-mailout, with images from the global scene, and listings for Vice events in each city, is not unique. Le Cool, also emailed, calls itself “a free weekly cultural agenda and alternative city guide” for European capitals. Flavorpill does the same job for London and the US. It also makes sure scenesters are on the same page with weekly music, art, fashion, and literary mailouts, and Activate: “world news filtered by flavorpill”.

Not even geopolitics is beyond the boundaries of cool for a global scenester: there’s a vague pro-organic, anti-Bush sentiment uniting them all. For more precise examples, look at American Apparel’s pro-immigration political activities, or Vice’s “Iraq Issue” of 2004, which covered the conflict from a new, Vice-centric angle – following, for instance, the travails of an Iraqi heavy metal band. The magazine’s pet topics may be controversial, but they aren’t self-regarding.

“We’re more of a news magazine than a fashion magazine,” says Capper. “Even if we’re writing about a band we try to put some social context in it. We’re The Economist meets Rolling Stone – but back when Rolling Stone was good.”

In the 7 August edition of the JC Report, Flavorpill’s weekly fashion mailout, Erin Magner reported on ‘The Death of Trends’ on the catwalk. “In 2008, the only prevailing trend is that there are no prevailing trends,” she wrote. “It’s not just designers who are contributing to the end of boldface trends … consumers, too, are rejecting the commandments of the editorial elite, taking inspiration from peers around the world to craft their own interpretations of style. Rather than buy into one trend from head-to-toe, like the ‘preppy’ or ‘punk’ movements of decades past, consumers are appropriating eclectic influences and remixing them like a DJ does with music.”

“Fashion is a borrowed medium,” says Martin Raymond. “It’s pick-and-mix, it’s retroactive and it’s nostalgic. So you get a chronological misfit of products and references, mashed together to create something completely different. Think about nu-rave: it’s a product of Eighties romanticism, a product of punk, a product of straight edge and of old rave. The growth in cool-hunting websites and businesses has led to the decay of the traditional time scheme between an emerging group doing something, and it being spotted, embraced and codified. It used to be a year, then it was six months. Now it’s about six days. We have 3,500 trend-spotters stationed around the world. I sit down with them four times a year, and we’ll find that the same trend has cropped up in about 25 different cities.”

As this “borrowing and referencing” takes place not in capitals of cool like London but on an international scale, via the internet, the result is that same brand of individuality is sold, worn and celebrated the world over, simultaneously. If a global scenester starts wearing their underpants around their neck in Sao Paolo tomorrow, by next week boxer shorts would be sold out in Berlin. Ted Polhemus explains, “If you Google ’street style’, you can see street fashion photography from all over the world. What’s interesting is not just the images from London or Tokyo, but those from places like Helsinki, Zagreb, Mexico City, Jakarta, even Tehran. People always ask me, ‘What’s the next big thing?’ but there will never again be a next big thing. The future of fashion is that all of these places will participate. There will never ever again be one ‘the place’.”

New York Magazine Correctly Calls New Verve “World’s First Decent Reunion Album”


Wednesday, August 13, 2008 - 11:37 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Chard at Glasto

I went to a listening party for the Verve’s Forth LP about a month ago (thanks Galle, Sarah et al) and thought it was was a damn good record, not quite Urban Hymns/best-record-ever classic, but close. (Here it is.)

Today, NYMAG writes: 

The Verve Record World’s First Decent Reunion Album

The resultant Forth sounds (mercifully) nothing like his albums and not much like the Verve’s 1997 breakthroughUrban Hymns either, but instead more like the band’s noodle-y, reverb-soaked mid-nineties material. This is a good thing. Nick McCabe’s awesome guitar playing could probably cover a multitude of sins, but there aren’t really any here (even not-great single “Love Is Noise” sounds pretty good in context). Highlights include “Judas,” “Numbness,” and “I See Houses,” but whenever these guys get together and play one chord for six minutes (as they do on pretty much all tracks), it’s hard to complain.

I would disagree that the record isn’t Urban Hymn-y. There’s an orchestral dance element on Forth that’s pure Hymns. Forth is actually like a mix between Hymns and A Northern Soul with a reverbish, buzzed-out vibe.

Unfortunately, The Verve are about to split up…again!

The Verve are on the brink of splitting up- according to The Sun- just a few days before they play V Festival. A report claims guitarist Nick McCabe is not happy about the Wigan group’s hectic tour diary and has been “getting stuck into the wild lifestyle.”

It’s alleged the group may miss V and that if they do make the Essex and Staffordshire dates they’re likely to be The Verve’s last ever shows.

Considering The Verve are pretty much my favorite band, I hope this is bullshit.

Russian “Truce” Actually “Looting, Killing, and Burning”


Wednesday, August 13, 2008 - 9:43 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

UPDATE 11:14AM: President Bush right now: The United States and the world expect Russia to honor its word,” and not push regime change. “I am sending Condeleeza Rice to Paris and Tbilisi. ” Bush added, “We expect all Russian forces to leave Georgia.”

UPDATE 10:45AM: Commies bluff, turn convey north outside Tbilisi, head back towards Motherland.

UPDATE 10:14AM: Worldwide news sites (BBC, YahooNews, GoogleNews, Al Jazeera) all reporting of “Russian thrust” towards Georgian capital. NYT’s website leads with…a Chinese gymnast at Olympics!

UPDATE 9:48AM: Times UK reports 100 Russian “vehicles” en route to Tbilisi, Georgia’s capital. It seems the ex-Commies want to be fighting near the capital before Bush tells them to capitulate in his am presser—though Russia denies they plan to enter Tbilisi or remove Saakashvilli.

Georgian ‘fugees. Russian “peacekeepers.” AFP.

Yesterday, I didn’t know what to make of Russia’s supposed truce. So you’re going to annex Ossentia and Abkhazia, push to the heart of Georgia, then call a truce without backing off? Sounded more like a bid for time. Actually, the whole invasion seems too risky for Russia not to push for a big end result—ie regime change. Yes, the diplomatic consequences could be Cold War-lite (sanctions), but Russia, I mean Gazprom, knows the West has limited options and that Georgia is the first stop on the Caucasus’ resource road. The Guardian has a blistering report up from Gori, a small, militarized city in central Georgia, where 25 tanks followed by hundreds of “irregular” guerillas are killing and looting right now:

Villages in Georgia were being burned and looted as Russian tanks and soldiers followed by “irregulars” advanced from the breakaway province of South Ossetia, eyewitnesses said today.

“People are fleeing, there is a mood of absolute panic. The idea there is a ceasefire is ridiculous,” Luke Harding, the Guardian’s correspondent, said.

Earlier, witnesses reported a military convoy heading towards the Georgian capital Tbilisi, but it later turned off the road and headed back towards South Ossetia. Russia denied any advance.

Harding, watching villages near Gori burn, said witnesses had told him Russian military, including at least 25 tanks, had moved from the Russian-controlled South Ossetia into the villages. “They asked villagers to hang white flags or handkerchiefs outside their houses if they did not want to be shot, they say.”

The tanks had passed through the village of Rekha at about 11.20am local time. “Behind them (say eyewitnesses) is a whole column of irregulars who locals say are Chechens, Cossacks and Ossetians. Eyewitnesses say they are looting, killing and burning. These irregulars have killed three people and set fire to villages. They have been taking away young boys and girls,” said Harding, watching smoke rise from another village, Karaleti.

P Bush is to speak later this morning from the Rose Garden…

Iraq’s Shadow War: Bill For 180,000 Private Contractors Tops $100 Billion


Tuesday, August 12, 2008 - 12:09 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


James Risen writes in the NYT that $100 billion has now been spent in Iraq on private contractors, the war profiteers formerly called mercenaries or dogs of war. Read this paragraph then go puke:

Contractors in Iraq now employ at least 180,000 people in the country, forming what amounts to a second, private, army, larger than the United States military force, and one whose roles and missions and even casualties among its work force have largely been hidden from public view. The widespread use of these employees as bodyguards, translators, drivers, construction workers and cooks and bottle washers has allowed the administration to hold down the number of military personnel sent to Iraq, helping to avoid a draft.

That’s right folks, the largest force in Iraq are corporations! Unlike national armies, corporate warriors don’t operate under the Geneva Conventions, or any rule of law for that matter. The worst of these “contractors” are armed guards providing “force protection.” Numbering some 30-60,000 thousand, these flag-less murder-for-hires have killed untold thousands of Iraqi civilians without a single prosecution. Their use will forever blemish America. 

Kashmir on the Brink


Tuesday, August 12, 2008 - 11:38 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Indian troops beat Muslim protesters. Masked Kashmiri separatist. Pics by Yawar Nazir and Tauseff Muhammed

As if the world needs any more bad news. Thousands of pro-separatist Kashmiris defied curfew today, and violence in Indian-held Kashmir claims 13 civilian lives: 

Thousands defied a curfew in Srinagar and other towns in the mainly Muslim Kashmir valley for a second day. One person died in clashes in Jammu region. The curfew was imposed ahead of the burial of a senior separatist who died after police opened fire on Monday.

Tensions are rising and threaten peace hopes after years of relative calm. Officials say Tuesday’s death toll stands at 13, after two people succumbed to injuries sustained a day earlier.

Violent demonstrations began two months ago in the state when a decision to transfer a small area of land to the trust which runs a Hindu shrine provoked an angry Muslim reaction. When the land transfer was abandoned, groups from the state’s Hindu minority began furious protests of their own.

Meanwhile, peace talks between India and Pakistan are failing, says the NYT. Because the new Pakistani leadership has little control over the ISI and Army, India feels they are negotiating “three steps from the real power.” Also, Kashmiri militant groups are now fighting India and America in Afghanistan:

For India, argued the official, that distance has become all the more vast in recent months, since it is negotiating with an elected Pakistani government that has little influence over the country’s more powerful army and spy agency…

In Washington, American intelligence officials hinted at a new shared worry for India and Afghanistan. Militant groups that had been operating inside Indian-controlled Kashmir have been carrying out attacks inside Afghanistan lately. They include, according to American officials, Lashkar-e-Taiba, a group dominated by ethnic Punjabis from Pakistan that New Delhi blames for several terrorist attacks inside India.

“The foreign-fighter problem in Afghanistan and Pakistan is growing, and we consider non-Pashtun Pakistanis, such as elements of formerly Kashmiri groups, a part of that growing problem,”said a United States Defense Department official.

The Moment: V Fest 2008


Tuesday, August 12, 2008 - 10:18 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

The Baltimore Sun captures Lil Wayne and the honkypalooza that is V Fest…


Lil Wayne showed up 40 minutes late at a festival that ran on time for every single other act. Performing with just a DJ, his set was pure ghetto. By closing with a Kanye guest spot on Lollipop, Wayne scored the Fest’s highest energy moment—even though Weezy forgot his verse. I can’t figure out how to upload video, but here it is on a  cell phone cam…and yes that is 20,000 plus white people moshing to a remix.

Mamichka! Europe At War, Russia and Georgia in “Fierce Clashes,” already “1400 Civilian Dead,” BBC Reports


Friday, August 8, 2008 - 3:51 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Those Euro peace-mongers are at it again. Russia invades Georgia and the Olympics lead the NYT’s homepage? BBC:

Russia says 12 of its soldiers are dead, and separatists estimate that 1,400 civilians have died.

Russian tanks have reportedly reached the northern suburbs of the regional capital, Tskhinvali, and there were conflicting claims about who was in control of the city.
“Now our peacekeepers are waging a fierce battle with regular forces from the Georgian army in the southern region of Tskhinvali,” a military official was quoted as saying by the Russian news agency, Interfax.

Georgian forces had moved on Thursday night to regain control of the province, which has had de facto independence since a war against Georgia that ended in 1992. Georgian President Mikhail Saakashvili said Russia was making war on his country.

US help requested by Saakashvilli, Guardian:

Russia is fighting a war with us in our own territory,” he told CNN. “We are a freedom-loving nation that is right now under attack.” He called on the US to intervene, saying it was in Washington’s interests to help his country.

Tskhinvali was reported to have suffered badly under heavy bombardment.

All Politics is Loco


Friday, August 8, 2008 - 1:26 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Those Crazy Dems

1. John Edwards as Patrick Batemen
“Beautiful, world-weary, and not yet 21, Alison Poole is what her new boyfriend calls a postmodern girl,” first sentence of the jacket copy from Jay McInerney’s Story of My Life (Atlantic/Grove 1988).

This John Edwards love child scandal is mind blowing. Dude supposedly screwed Rielle Hunter, a videographper who was the basis for Alison Poole, a fictional character in Jay McInerney’s second novel, Story of My Life. Poole was stolen from McInerney by his friend and fellow novelist Brett Easton Ellis, who killed her in American Psycho, then brought her back to life for Glamorama. The Edwards-Hunter scandal broke c/o (who else) The National Enquirer.Of course, Page Six is destroying this story like it’s 9/11. Meanwhile, Romenesko, a blog about the death of newspapers, is covering the story’s noncoverage by national newspapers. All this makes for the most postmodern political scandal ever.

Edwards always claimed to be a populist crusader. But his 6000-sq ft, $6 million house is the most expensive in his North Carolina county. His wife has terminal cancer and he’s still fucking a former NY party girl. I thus suspect John Edwards has a small penis. How else can you explain it?

2. Hillary and Obama Need to Cut the Shit, Announce Joint Ticket, Win White House
The Veepstakes are moving along with all the excitement of mold growth. None of the prospective picks (Kaine, Warner, Webb, Bahy etc) have the national following that could help Obama win voters’ trust (polls call him 24% “riskier” than McCain). In about two weeks, it’s all gonna come down to polling—what do women want; who polls best with the working class—but right now the Clintons are again stealing headlines. The NY Observer, like NY Mag before them, says Obama’s best way to win in November is with a Clinton VP:

But there’s another way that may seem more tempting now than it once did: teaming up with Clinton. Yes, her presence would turn off some independent voters, but it would also fully unify the party and – far more importantly – it would offer powerful emotional reassurance to the wavering voters who want to support Obama but who are liable to succumb to attacks on his experience. For millions of casual voters, Clinton has come to represent the very toughness and seasoning that Obama is said to lack. They want to vote Democratic this fall, but if they believe Obama is too risky, they will default to McCain, the “safe” choice. By picking Clinton, Obama would be telling these voters, in effect, that he’ll be operating with adult supervision.”

Funny Nas Blog Post


Friday, August 8, 2008 - 11:19 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Black GOPs

Sasha Frere-Jones went to see Nas at the Rock the Bells Fest at Jones Beach last week and wrote this for his New Yorker blog. In an intro, Jones establishes this post as “service journalism,” but this is one the best paragraphs he’s ever written:

Nas: this rapper currently has the #1 album in the country. He said he loves Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson but they are “out of here.” Nas is, according to Nas, the new voice of the young people. “I talk your talk, I dress your dress,” he said. I didn’t see anyone in the audience wearing a white shirt, white jeans, designer sunglasses and a blingy crucifix, so maybe what he meant is that he’s the new voice of Russian real-estate developers. People always talk about what a great lyricist Nas is, and he certainly was when “Illmatic” came out fourteen years ago. Which is maybe why he did more songs from that album than any other album from his catalogue during his set. It was nice of Jay-Z to come out for the “Black Republicans” cameo. Do you know how much people like Jay-Z? More than they like anyone else. I’ve see Jay-Z pop up at three shows, and every time it happens, you remember what it’s like to be at a genuinely exciting event. And then Jay-Z leaves. Bad idea, the Jay-Z cameo, for anyone who is not named Jay-Z.

No two artists have been awesome longer than Nas and Jigga. Both are still relevant after 15 years. What white pop artists can say the same? NIN? Pearl Jam? RHCP? Nyet. Even The Boss turned corny after 1982. (Btw, The Boss was at The Box last night with the Sting.)

I had to post this pic…


Friday, August 8, 2008 - 9:40 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Jeff N sent me this one of an Egyptian chicken factory (yummy), taken this week…The worker’s face and hat are too priceless…

Breaking: Russia and Georgia in “A State of War”


Friday, August 8, 2008 - 9:21 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Pic by Vano Shlamov, MIG firing missiles…

Yesterday Georgian troops invaded the breakaway province of South Ossetia, killing 25. Now, reports of a Russian counter-invasion may place Georgia and Russia in a “state of war,” according to the Georgian national security council.

MOSCOW (AFP)–A Russian military convoy entered the breakaway Georgian region of South Ossetia Friday, Russia’s three main news agencies reported, citing
witnesses.
 
Their reports came shortly after about 50 heavy Russian tanks, trucks and
troops were seen by an AFP reporter Friday heading towards South Ossetia,
traveling through the Russian province of North Ossetia.
 
Georgia’s National Security Council warned that Moscow and Tbilisi would be
in “a state of war” if the reports of a Russian military convoy entering South
Ossetia proved true.

Photo of the Week


Thursday, August 7, 2008 - 5:30 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Zaryan Zaidi (far left) in Kashmir, Pakistan, 2006, pic by me…

Pakistan Mush-y Impeachment


Thursday, August 7, 2008 - 5:00 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


OMG Kayani, are these guys for real?

I asked our beloved Pakistani commentator Hassan Chop what to make of Pakistan’s Musharraf impeachment measure.

By Hassan Chop
I’m not sure where this impeachment thing is going. As is usual in Pakistan, all kinds of crazy shit happened before we got to Zardari and Sharif saying that Musharraf would be impeached under Article 47 of the constitution. In fact, talks almost broke down last night.

It seemed like they’d reached an understanding over the impeachment issue. They were going to hold a vote of confidence in the lower house of parliament, which would almost certainly have resulted in a vote of no confidence in Musharraf, and then they would start official impeachment proceedings. Well, nothing ever goes according to plan in Pakistan, and everything is not as it seems.

Zardari and Sharif were supposed to hold a joint press conference to discuss their plan, when it was suddenly canceled. Around the same time, private news channels reported that Musharraf had re-appointed eight deposed judges of the Sindh High Court after the request had been sent to him by the law ministry, which is run by the PPP. So, on the one hand, the PPP apparently reached agreement with the PML(N) on the issues of impeachment and the restoration of the deposed judges, but on the other hand, the PPP asked Musharraf to reinstate eight deposed judges without consulting the PML(N) on the issue. Obviously, that gave Musharraf a bit of a lifeline and was essentially a slap in the face of the PML(N), and that may be why the joint press conference was initially cancelled. Musharraf had already vowed to fight the impeachment, and this was obviously a good start for him. Then, the PPP withdrew the order to restore the judges, presumably as a sign of goodwill toward the PML(N). According to the Pakistani press, the PPP convinced the PML(N) to restart negotiations (”I cheated, but I still love you baby. Let’s work this out.”).

So, here we are: Musharraf will face a vote of confidence, and if he loses, the government will start impeachment proceedings in the next few days, after which they’ll restore the deposed judges. Musharraf can still dissolve the parliament, but I think that would be suicide for him. I’m not sure that the Army would support such a move, because it would create a huge public backlash.

I’m hopeful, but then again, I was hopeful many months ago and this whole thing turned into a s*it-show, so I’m going to take a wait-and-see approach. Whatever happens, they need to move fast. In case anyone forgot, there’s a small war going on in FATA.

Best Insult 2008: Noel Gallagher Calls Guardian Reporters “Spotty Herberts”


Wednesday, August 6, 2008 - 12:57 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Noel Gallagher is a quote machine. A few months ago he got so pissed when Jay Z headlined Glasto—a black guy on the top of the bill of a “guitar-based” proper English festival! Bollocks, Noel cried. The Guardian made a big deal of it, and now Noel responds:

“If people in the fucking Observer and the Guardian wanna get on their high horse about it, there’s not a great deal I can do. It really pisses me off,” he continues, “all these spotty herberts whose mams and dads voted for Margaret Thatcher all those years are now sitting on some moral fucking high chair.”

I may not know exactly what it means, but a “spotty herbert Thatcherite” sounds like the worst thing on Earth.

Radio Silence Gets Cool Hunted


Wednesday, August 6, 2008 - 12:31 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


Med contributor Anthony Pappalardo’s book, Radio Silence: A Selected Visual History Of American Hardcore Punk (Powerhouse/MTV), comes out next month. The website Coolhunting recently featured the book, saying:

Loosely grouped by cover art style, the collection is not only visually compelling to the uninformed, its a truly innovative way to examine the almost 20 years worth of American hardcore output the book spans. The groupings, which ignore region and chronology, nonetheless hint at the multitude of styles and subgenres that emerged within the larger scene.

The site also printed some exclusive excerpts from the book (record covers pictured above and Antioch f–king Arrow triple threat below—sweet!).

Anthony also sent me this exclusive, two shots of Jeff Nelson’s Teen Idles jacket from 1979, which actually hangs in a gallery at the Experience Music Project in Seattle.

Nightlife Dude


Wednesday, August 6, 2008 - 12:19 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


The pink bus to the pink hotel. Two guys you’ve all known forever: Sean Dorsey and Gabe Banner party in AC…pics c/o Lindsay Boivert

Gawker and New York Magazine’s Grub Street picked up my way too over-the-top recollection of a bus trip to Atlantic City for the opening of the Beatrice Inn’s new hotel venture, The Chelsea. Big thanks to both, and to whoever tipped Gawker off.

Gawker called me “nightlife dude,” which works I guess (way better than “nightlife douche”). All this stuff about Gawker always going after people is not neccassarily true. Consider: They could’ve easily shredded me for the AC piece. It was overwrought, dumb, filled with tons of stupid inside jokes, and more than a little arrogant. But they held back. This is the third or fourth time Gawker’s been more than fair with some retarded post of mine. We broke some Chris Matthews bullshit a few months ago and were really unprofessional when the story hit, pulling it offline and not releasing a statement for days. But they fact-checked and were patient and ultimately as professional as any media outlet I’ve ever dealt with. The hype on them as unconscionable vultures is bullshit.

Here’s the Grub Street post:

Beatrice Team Creates Nowness, Newness in Atlantic City

Blogging on Meds recounts a heavily, well, “medicated” press trip to the Chelsea (the Beatrice Inn team’s new project) a couple of weekends ago. The write-up starts with “You get the bus driver high as he wheels around the city picking up everyone you ever met, ever” and goes on from there, and while it isn’t quite poetic enough to be Fear and Loathing in Atlantic City, it sure does mention drugs a lot. “People yell, hug, scream, sing songs, make out, do drugs, smoke hash and weed, all the good stuff — and you’re still on the bus. You love that the Beatrice party ethic isn’t irony based like the BK/LES scenes, nor is it status based like the Meatpacking or Chelsea (how else do you explain your loser-ass riding on this bus).” Blogging on Meds thinks AC and the Chelsea might just be the next big thing: “What works for The Chelsea and Team Beatrice is their collective now-ness. No amount of sentimentality or metaphor can be used to capture that nowness, the newness. It’s this very urgency that makes you think The Chelsea could indeed set a precedent and create a new weekend spot for downtown’s kids.” Sounds kind of like riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave, as HST would’ve put it. Then again, maybe it’s just the weed talking.

The funny thing is, I kind of hate Hunter S Thompson. Fear and Loathing 72 is a great book, but this is a guy who had endless talent and wound up wasting it (whereas I have no talent). Nothing sums up Hunter’s decline better than his trip to Vietnam in 74. The fall of Saigon; Cambodia about to hit Year Zero. Where’s Hunter? Running to US Embassy with a cooler full of beer, ignoring history to protect his own (in)sanity. As much fun as it is to party, loathe, and write about it, that stuff doesn’t matter. When given the chance to report on his generation’s biggest story—Nam—Hunter cracked. That’s why I’ll take one Bright Shining Lie over thirty Fear and Loathings…

Also, I wrote the Beatrice piece as a kind of dual satire. It was written in second person ala Bright Lights, Big City, because you can’t write about NY partying without homage to Jay McInerney. And you especially can’t write about the Sevingy clan without it. McInerney was the one who dubbed Chloe “It Girl” in 1994 a 7000-word New Yorker story. Second, I co-wrote a book, Babylon By Bus (Penguin Press 2006), about a bus ride into Baghdad that, as one would expect, went horribly wrong. So satirical bus rides are my shiite.

Beatrice By Bus: The Chelsea Atlantic City Sans Metaphor


Tuesday, August 5, 2008 - 11:15 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

CORRECTION: Nicole Brydson wrote in an email that neither John Ford nor his brother Juan ever lived with her.  Rather the Ford bros just slept on her floor. Fordsy!!! Also, I spelled Nicole’s name wrong and she’s from NYC not the Hamptons. Yes, I’m retarded.

Left, Paul Sevigny and Vegas being filmed by Inigo Gilmore on the front steps on The Chelsea Hotel, AC. Right, drink in hand…Pics by Lindsay Boisvert.

You’ve been invited to a “soft-opening” party by the owners of the Beatrice Inn for their new venture, The Chelsea Hotel in Atlantic City. A bus to AC is supposed to leave from the corner of Jane St and 8th Ave at 7pm. It’s a Friday, 25 July. You were told there were only 10 seats for your friends, but by 7:30pm you realize there are 60 seats on the (pink) bus, most empty. You call everyone you’ve ever met, ever. You get the bus driver high as he wheels around the city picking up everyone you ever met, ever. 

8:30pm. The bus leaves with thirty or so people, including two middle-age Turkish guys, a half-dozen Euro females (a Slovene, an Austrian, two Italianos, two Brits), a black chick w/ fake tits and Ivy League degree, etc. A lot of laws are being violated (mostly by your lawyer). A makeshift bar, two seats covered in ice, is stocked with every kind of booze. There’s a British Elvis impersonator/television correspondent filming everything. You don’t care because you know you get to keep the tapes.

You realize by 9pm that this is the best bus you’ve ever been on, ever. That’s due to the whos and whats of the party. See, the Beatrice Inn is New York’s sole “dive-club.” In less than two years it has branded an unparalleled party ethos—one that combines everything downtown that’s not lame or too trashy with pure excess. It translates quite well to a bus party. 

Loud indie and rap music via iPod doc spark a dance party. People yell, hug, scream, sing songs, make-out, do drugs, smoke hash and weed, all the good stuff—and you’re still on the bus. You love that the Beatrice party ethic isn’t irony based like the BK/LES scenes, nor is it status based like the Meatpacking or Chelsea (how else do you explain your loser-ass riding on this bus). 

Upon arrival you’re greeted by Paul Sevigny, the DJ, ex-promoter, Beatrice Inn owner, A.R.E. Weapons band member, and former Club Anthrax-goer who is originally from Darien, CT. He wears an old, ripped navy blue sweater with light tan pants. He walks your whole party into the lobby. The all white modernist space is furnsihed with purple couches and phallic lamps and jammed with a weird mix of Philly-area middle age tourists and downtown New Yorkers sipping stiff drinks from red plastic cups.

“The party is in the penthouse,” Sevigny says. “Sign up for rooms here. And thanks for coming.”

Sevigny’s sister is Chloe, the actress, and that surely helped his rise. But you can’t deny the brilliant Britpop/punk/post-punk/downtown-style Paul perfected in the late 90s and early 2000s. The Sevigny style wasn’t wigger-y and druggy like Supreme/Vice, the era’s other dominant downtown vibe. It was just cool and fun. But like Supreme and Vice, Sevigny has proven one of NYC’s most durable brands. Take when you recently interviewed at a national gossip magazine, and the first question they asked you was if you had access to Beatrice. “That’s the only club we really care about,” the weekly’s news editor said. “Nowhere else gets the celebs acting as wasted and slutty.” Not wanting to sell people out for money, you never took the gig, but Beatrice certainly is unique in the celebs-gone-wild respect. For example, Heath Ledger’s last stop on Earth was Beatrice. 

You remember going to Spa Wednesdays, an early 2000s party Sevingy hosted on 13th St in Union Sq. (Spa’s the club Vince Vaugh and Jon Faverau went to with Diddy in the movie Made.) You remember the all-white side-room, where Razzle the dreaded HC kid did the Afro-beat party. And the time Smelly Tom bought Veuve bottles for the now-bargain price of, like, $100 per bottle. All the Brazilian girls. “Michael James” as the door name. Stone Roses into James into Sex Pistols… 

Penthouse beer filled tub. On the bus.
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Barry Land


Tuesday, August 5, 2008 - 8:12 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

The Chicago Summer
Obama’s most fertile donor base: Chicago’s North Side. Pics by Hugh G.