Feist?
I wanted to love her. Up close and personal her complexion was less than perfect…
— Bob Lefsetz on Coachella. Hard-hitting observations there!
Observations on women that would never be made about men, even though they appear in journalistic efforts aimed at "people."
Feist?
I wanted to love her. Up close and personal her complexion was less than perfect…
— Bob Lefsetz on Coachella. Hard-hitting observations there!
There is something different about Fiona Apple now, and it seems largely physical in nature. She is still extremely skinny, but now appears buff and wiry, suggesting that she has spent a lot of the past half decade hitting the gym and mastering yoga poses. This physical strength changes the way she moves and carries herself. When I saw her six years ago, she still came across as small and frail, as if she could just float away on a light breeze. That wispiness is gone, replaced by a commanding presence that carries over to her voice, which has become more stern and aggressive. This was most apparent in “Sleep to Dream,” which once seemed like a girl’s fantasy of wielding power over someone who has underestimated and wronged her, but now sounds like a grown woman tapping directly into a righteous fury. Her body language was taut and severe; she looked genuinely intimidating.
Slender and toned, she wore a green tank top; her muscles spoke loudly as her body moved in precise ways on each song. On “Paper Bag” she held her hand tight against her stomach, muscles flexing, as she swayed side to side ever so slightly. During “Sleep to Dream” she stretched up against the piano like a cat, yawning with her frame.
Source: The New York Times
Oh Blogger Bros, there must be another equally reductive and dismissive adjective that you can use to express your indifference for the title of Fiona Apple’s new album other than crazy. You are writers!
“that 88-pound rearview mirror dingle-dangle of a girl“—Will Self on Olga Korbut, Spy magazine, June, 1997
“a rearview-mirror dingle-dangle of a woman“—Will Self on Doris Lessing, The Independent, April 4, 1999
”no more than a no more than a rearview-mirror dingle-dangle of a woman“—Will Self describing a character in his “live novella,” The Independent, March 3, 2012
”a rearview-mirror dingle-dangle of a woman“—Will Self on Azealia Banks, The New York Times, March 4, 2012
Source: mikkipedia
So this GIF (stupid Tumblr and its 10 MB limit) yanked from the trailer for British GQ’s “Comedy Issue” is making the rounds because, y’know, Olivia Wilde and boobs, y’all. Which I get, because that’s what dude magazines seem to revert to, even the supposedly more upscale ones like GQ, Details, and Esquire (and note that GQ has two separate covers for it, of course!) Also, I’m a heterosexual dude and I like boobs.
But it’s sad and disappointing (and probably a bit angering) to know that when the editors of an edition of a big-name magazine got right down to it, they pretty much cheekily admitted, “Yeah, we just realized it looks like we didn’t include any women on this comedy issue, but it’s too late in the publication cycle, so here, boobs!” It’s like noting you have a pipe that’s leaking all over the bathroom floor but not really doing anything to fix it.
Source: thethirdshift
There was no kiss, but the subject of Del Rey’s mouth is an irresistible one.
Source: The New York Times
— dare we say, a skinnier Adele, a more stable Amy Winehouse?
Source: The New York Times
Award-winning writer Tom Junod—who’s apparently visited ALL THE WORLDS—everybody. And yes, there’s a reference to what “wives” listen to further on down.
Imagine what might’ve happened if Fiona Apple, the closest cultural antecedent for LDR’s first few singles, had emerged in the blanket-coverage internet age. Superficially, they’re ridiculously similar. Both of them land a little too closely to the standards of beauty of their day.
— Chicks (with low voices and pretty faces), man.
Source: stereogum.com