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living in brooklyn is easy. I just walked into a coffee shop where three baristas were critiquing some dude one of them matched with on hinge and I said “scorpio men are cancelled” I have no idea what that means but they all shrieked gleefully and then gave me a free cappuccino
favorite kirsten dunst film is the fastest way to identify anyone’s taste. I know exactly who u are if u associate her with lars von trier over spider-man. bring it on vs virgin suicides. eternal sunshine. there are like 5 types of people and each is instantiated by kirsten dunst
Guillermo del toro’s pinocchio made me cry and kicks so much ass. during the talkback he delayed the actual questions so he could invite kids in the audience up front to play with the stop motion figures
I am loath to make posts like this but I got the most exciting phone call of my young life earlier and found out I will be starting as a full-time employee of the fucking New Yorker magazine the day after my 24th birthday. what the fuck! I drank one martini and I love all of you
I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this but for the last several weeks I just sort of assumed that Bene Gesserit was another member of netanyahu’s cabinet
many of u who fancy yourself the alt friend in your normie friend group because you had a CD of the trainspotting soundtrack in your mom’s SUV in high school could really benefit from the humiliation of being the least edgy disc jockey at your liberal arts college radio station
if u were a girl at liberal arts school in the 2010s at least six different but indistinguishable men tried to explain to you the first season of true detective over the din of their friend’s shitty psych rock band. Sound Familiar? You May Be Entitled To Compensation. CALL NOW
today I discovered that in 2010 Gaspar noé and harmony korine were filming a reality TV show and ran into david berman on the street outside a screening of Trash Humpers. and Noé thought the band name was a joke
Fucked up
@BusyPhilipps
garage sale like it was highway robbery. She told me she bought this lonesome crowded west CD as a teenager and drove the whole way from arizona to LA to shoot freaks and geeks listening to it in her honda civic windows down chainsmoking spirits
surreal, very sad news about Sondheim. just the other week I had the supreme honor of speaking with him for the magazine and he was a marvel, warm and full of life. also told me I "talk too fast" and "should enunciate" which is the nicest thing a theatre titan will ever say to me
whenever my friends claim to have developed feelings for someone on a dating app before meeting them in person it’s like, no, you’ve fallen in love with the speaker of the poem
sincerely cannot believe I can say I spent christmas eve fact-checking zadie smith on joan didion for the new yorker. what the hell. thank you to the “breaking news” “holiday” team for landing this triple axel. monumental in a way I can scarcely comprehend
the sold out Walter Reade audience for 70mm restoration of Boogie Nights erupted in applause when Philip Seymour Hoffman first comes on screen and I have never felt such kinship and community spirit, I feel like I finally get why strangers kiss when their team wins the world cup
I am going to become the literary world’s jack antonoff. I’m going to take a cabal of aspiring girl writers to my remote cabin and edit each of their novels to mimic sally rooney’s palatable syntax, undercut with something a little nostalgic, something namelessly specific
Amy schumer posting a zionist graphic quoting the essay that camus—a writer whose most famous work concerns settler indifference to Arab life—wrote abt the bomb and how no large nation should have existential power over any smaller nation is the only time she has ever been funny
Thought turnstile was opening for vampire weekend and that no one caught the graphic designer's typo until further inquiry revealed that no it is in fact a billy joel tribute band from south florida which somehow does actually make more sense
@eggshellfriend
no but then past that is “but the quality and distinction of art does matter” and then it’s “who cares” “but art matters” “who cares” “art matters” “who cares” “art matters” ad infinitum
I wrote about the greatest band in the world, what we aren’t talking about when we talk about pop-punk, and why we should insist on staying alive, despite everything, for
@pitchfork
sometimes my therapist brings up my dead mom the way a youth pastor does Jesus. the other day we were talking about the fact that being late gives me anxiety and they were like, You know who else didn’t have enough time,
queasy and very sad thinking about BookForum. this sounds alarmist but I don’t know how we’re going to protect against the dizzying incursion of corporatist, fascistic philistinism without the publications that insisted on aesthetics as an ethics: style, nuance, and risk
this may sound trivial in relative terms, but P4K was the 1st place to change my name and pronouns. literally the day I told people I was going by Holden my friends there went into the backend and edited my byline and author bio immediately. a deeply humane and thoughtful staff
Imagine you’re noah baumbach. exactly a decade after your stunning cult-hit wry debut film comes out bob dylan’s son steals its title and makes a will ferrell children’s movie about a soccer coach in a blue tiger print onesie that grosses almost 100 times your box office earnings
it snowed for 8 minutes who wants to install ourselves by the fireplace at a coffee shop where they’re playing belle & sebastian and intermittently read each other aloud poignant or otherwise impressive lines from the novels we’re each buried in
In December’s
@Harpers
we’ve a Ben Lerner feuilleton on what are perhaps his eternal themes: the plasticity of language and thus of meaning, the tendency of meanings to shift, and the shifts over time in our sense of the world as it is and as it might be:
I can’t believe david byrne pedaled his bike to the arcade fire show in a full suit came out during the encore to lead the crowd in a singalong of give peace a chance and then just hung out at the bar downstairs while people around him wept religiously on account of his presence
late last night I checked my phone and saw I had a voicemail from my dad, who almost never calls, and only ever in case of emergency. then I played what turned out to be 19 seconds of him thanking me for leaving my third eye blind CD in his car, “an excellent CD”
sometimes it is sincerely difficult for me to believe jeff buckley had his heart broken as many times as would’ve been required for him to write the music he did when he looked like that