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Palin’s $150,000 Shopping Spree


Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:43 pm (EST)
By Hassan Chop

Sarah Palin, everyone’s favorite Wal-Mart hockey mom, and her family were outfitted with threads worth $150,000, thanks to a shopping spree courtesy of the RNC. Here’s the list from Politico:

  • Saks Fifth Avenue: $49,425.74
  • Neiman Marcus: $75,062.63
  • Hair and makeup: $4,716.49
  • Barney’s: $789.72
  • Bloomingdales: $5,102.71
  • Macy’s: $9,447.71
  • Atelier: $4,902.45

According to Politico,

The cash expenditures immediately raised questions among campaign finance experts about their legality under the Federal Election Commission’s long-standing advisory opinions on using campaign cash to purchase items for personal use.

Nevertheless, because the goodies were purchased by the RNC and not the McCain campaign, they probably don’t break any campaign finance laws, but Palin may have to declare the gifts as taxable income. The McCain camp, after initially dodging the questions, responded predictably:

“With all of the important issues facing the country right now, it’s remarkable that we’re spending time talking about pantsuits and blouses,” said spokeswoman Tracey Schmitt. “It was always the intent that the clothing go to a charitable purpose after the campaign.”

Indeed. The McCain camp has carefully crafted Palin’s image as an everyday mom who works hard to juggle work and family. I bet an everyday mom would love to have $150,000 worth of clothing and accessories.

Meanwhile, some of McCain’s donors were not pleased at all with the news:

“As a Republican Eagle and a maxed-out contributor to McCain’s general campaign, I’d like my money back – he can still have my vote,” complained one irate donor on Tuesday.

Look, McCain’s camp probably had to get her properly outfitted since they decided on her a day or two before having her appear as the VP candidate. She had to hit the trail and probably didn’t have time to head back to Wasilla to grab her things. Still, $150,000? Doesn’t that go against the image of Palin as a regular, old hockey mom? Someone in the campaign didn’t think that maybe they should tone down the spending a bit lest it becomes public and they ruin her carefully crafted image (of course, she’s done a fine job destroying that image on her own)? Remember how the media mocked Edwards for his $400 haircut because he’d positioned himself as a champion of the poor? It’s no surprise that Palin’s now getting the same treatment.

TAGS: campaign contributions, John Edwards, mccain, Sarah Palin, shopping

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Gross


Tuesday, September 9, 2008 - 6:14 pm (EST)
By GnarlyTown USA

I think I hate her.

Who’s her?  John McCain aka Cript Keeper’s daughter Meghan McCain - who is a “fashionista”, blogger and now, music aficionado.

I don’t even care that she voted for John Kerry last time around.  I don’t even care that she’s a registered Independent.  She has a “blogette” which I don’t know what that means but maybe it’s the female version of a blog.  Like Smurfette was cute and smurfs were just cool.  Maybe Meghan is implying that she’s cute too.  I don’t know.

She makes these little playlists on her “Blogette” that are usually themed, but mostly suck huge.  I wouldn’t recommend listening to her mix, and if she DJ’d, I surely wouldn’t go.  Check out her playlists here.

Her music choices annoy me because she listens to some half decent, actually good music - which I would imagine her to be listening to garbage like Brooks & Dunn, Kid Rock, or Kenny Chesney, not something strong like Velvet Underground.  I mean, there’s a lot of junk on her lists - like 92% bad, but a few gems.  All the more reason to not like her.

I cannot have 4 years of seeing her face and hearing her say the words, fabulous and magnificent.

Her “blog” drives me up the wall.  Her posts are easily worse than mine.

I still think I hate her.

TAGS: John Kerry, John McCain, mccain, Music

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Bloody Social Nights: The Ballad of Burke and Biden


Monday, August 25, 2008 - 11:03 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

NOTE: I originally posted this up here in Feb. But since Joe Biden was named VP, and this story is about his nephew Jamie’s band, I figured I’d repost it to remind you that other Bidens besides Joe are cool…I should’ve titled it “Just Don’t Make This About My Uncle…” Anyway, enjoy and check out Bloody Social.

New York Magazine commissioned this feature in summer 2007, but it never ran. My job was to spend a few months following the band Bloody Social, who feature Calvin Kleun male model Jamie Burke on vocals, Joe Biden’s nephew Jamie Biden on guitar, and Drew Beat from Bold on drums. My editor quit right as the story was finishing up. In summer 07 no downtown crew raged like Bloody Social. Endless thanks to Adam Fisher. Also to Vegas and JZ…

Bloody Social Nights: The Ballad of Burke and Biden
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Jamie Burke and Drew “Beat” Thomas

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Downtown rock band Bloody Social are about to perform at a party sponsored by Myspace at Irving Plaza. But first the band has to takes some pictures. Every lens angles towards singer Jamie Burke, the London-born Calvin Klein model, a lanky, grunge-y longhair. His two black suction cup eyes mesmerize the paparazzi as they yell “Jamie, Jamie” without pause. Burke leans left and whispers to Bloody Social’s guitarist, who’s also a tall long hair named Jamie—Biden. He’s the nephew of Democratic Presidential candidate Joe Biden. The two Jamies wear all black, save Burke’s grey suit vest over a sleeveless tee and Biden’s grey bandana. The rest of the band is blurred among Bloody Social’s dozen-strong posse: a crew of club promoters, fashion designers, pro skateboarders, hairstylists, rockers, and models.

At 22, Jamie Burke is already an established playboy. A scan of Google images shows Burke in various states of boldface. Snowboarding in Aspen with Kate Moss. Smooching Lindsay Lohan outside Pastis in the Meatpacking District. Massaging a topless Sienna Miller on a Caribbean beach. Chilling with Boy George outside a club. Walking hand in hand with Courtney Love. Gracing Calvin Klein’s premier Soho billboard space on Houston at Broadway, his nose ringed blue steel stare and sexy man locks embracing model Lara Stone. A New York Times Style article headlined “Another Summer Of Love” using said billboard as a prime example of a neo-hippy fashion trend. Burke and crop-top Armani model Agyness Dean hugging nude in Vanity Fair, dubbed “Models du Jurs 2007.”

It’s 11pm, show time, but the thousand-capacity room is only half-full. Even amongst this sophisticated, guest list-only crowd of publicists, assistants, bloggers, editors, and label reps, Bloody Social are a band most have heard of but never actually heard. Taking the stage bathed in red smoke and feedback, Bloody Social blasts the spacious club with heavy Hollywood influenced blues-punk, a unique sound in New York’s current Brooklyn-centric 80s influenced rock scene. Burke shimmied across the stage doing a swerve dance, singing in a raspy, Weiland-y, voice. Biden breaks into a deep space solo.

A few songs in, the crowd polarizes. Men flee towards the (open) bar at the club’s rear while women swoon to Burke’s sermon. A girl at the bar points out that two of the band’s song choruses, “where do we go now” and “kick start my heart,” are already taken by Guns N’ Roses and Motley Crue respectively. Another girl, who works at Bumble and Bumble salon, says she could “never date a guy with better hair than me,” admitting that the entire band does.

Bloody Social formed just six months ago. Cocooned within a nightlife-fashion-celebrity nexus, the band has fast earned a reputation for unruly club shows and sordid after-parties. But with the record industry’s 20% annual decline hitting year seven, Bloody Social has no label bankroll and are in the unique position of being rock stars without a record. Leaving them stigmatized as male socialites trying to capitalize on connections. Still, the band’s first six months have been a montage of pure rock n’ rock mythology, complete with meddling starlets, battling egos, magazine photo shoots, tabloid gossip, and decadent trips to Miami, LA, and Brazil.

Ten minutes after Bloody Social’s set ends, I’m downstairs in the men’s room. Suddenly Burke bursts in with two sweaty, skinny women. All three huddle into a metal stall. This being a Live Nation venue with a North Korean police state vibe, one had to be impressed by Burke’s public Columbian orgy. A third girl pops in a few seconds later screaming, “Jamie, you fookin’ bastard!” in an Oxbridge accent. Burke opened the stall door and yanked her in too. Cheers, mate!

2.
“Just don’t make this about my uncle,” says Jamie Biden, 28, hiding behind thick plastic aviators and a newly grown beard. It’s a hot August afternoon outside the Belmont Lounge on E 15th St near Union Square. Biden is the Belmont’s newly hired “creative director,” and a previously upscale bar is now effectively a rock band’s clubhouse.
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TAGS: 2004, attack, Bloggers, Brooklyn, Bush, drama, Drugs, free, Gorilla Biscuits, India, Joe Biden, Julian Schnabel, Kate Moss, kids, leak, Milk Studios, missing, model, Music, myspace, Nas, New York, New York Times, pennsylvania, Pete Doherty, political, Rehab, skateboard, skateboarder, Sports, Staten Island, The Box, The Strokes, Travel, vegan, Vice, Vice Magazine, war, wasted

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This week at Magic & Pool - loathing fashion in Las Vegas


Sunday, August 24, 2008 - 3:26 pm (EST)
By John LaCroix

I wish I had the time to be at both the Dem’s convention and in Las Vegas for the apparel tradeshows (Magic, Pool and maybe even Project) but this time Lissa will be wo-manning the booth for Free Gold Watch so Rama, Chris Curtis, Chris Butler and I will be trolliping ourselves all over the trade show floor covering all the best new stuff on the market, starting bright and early Monday morning.

If you’re there, come by Pool Show Booth # 634 to see Free Gold Watch and us making fools of ourselves with our cameras and microphones and Tuesday night you might want to check out the party for Vice sponsored by FGW, the Ice Cream Man and Asahi at Beauty Bar featuring a live show by Japanese Motors.

TAGS: Beauty Bar, Free Gold Watch, Las Vegas, magic tradeshow, Pool Tradeshow, Vice Magazine

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LISKFEST? Paul Frank’s marketing guy makes a festival


Monday, August 18, 2008 - 4:16 am (EST)
By John LaCroix

Thirty-something washed up hardcore dudes and young orange county youth’s of all types who like fun and a giant Gorilla Biscuits reunion in the woods take notice!

Friends of one Mr. Chris Lisk, perk up. We caught up on the phone the other day and this is what he told me… this October 11th, he’s got his own music festival in Irvine, California and by festival I mean, one in the woods, with booze and a diverse bill of liskbands. (It’ll be a term, be patient.)

What’s a Lisk? He’s a dude that once stood naked in my aunt’s living room doing the yes/yes, no/no with his wee wee. He’s also the dude that let the Wrench and I stay at his house when we first arrived from our move to southern California back in 2000.

Today’s Lisk is more advanced, he’s the marketing guy behind Paul Frank that brought you 99% of the stuff you thought was cool. That’s him in the photo above with Civarelli and Adam Grenier wearing “Lisk” shorts by Paul Frank.

Check out liskfest.com, It’s real.

TAGS: Adam Grenier, Anthony Civarelli, Chris Lisk, Gorilla Biscuits, Liskfest, music festival

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S/S Friends Presents Easy Street


Thursday, August 7, 2008 - 11:40 am (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

Canvas trunk maker, Sam Championer and visual graphic manipulator Sean Bones Sullivan’s latest output is the Easy Street 45rpm single.  Bones’ description of the project as a “weird and winning study of early reggae styles and recording techniques,” is illuminated from the first upstroked guitar notes of the title track. Sean’s attention to detail and authenticity is apparent in every twang of the analog organs that usher in Caribbean humidity by way of Brooklyn but Easy Street avoids kitsch by not being a nostalgia trip. The breezy song structures have modern touches that show Bones is a songwriter putting his spin on a classic style rather than tracing Kingston’s lines with a new pen for the consumption of Jack Johnson loving half-assed dread having college bros. Easy Street’s success and allure is that it’s an ode to a style, an enthusiast’s homage not a backdrop for hacky sacks, bad acid and those annoying fucking sticks with the streamers and shit coming off them. With song and study at the forefront and Easy Street is the perfect medication for keeping an even keel while grilling on Brooklyn roofs or missions to over crowded public beaches on public transportation.


From S/S Friends:

The Easy Street 7″ / EP is OUT NOW.

The record is done. It’s called Easy Street and it’s a apt soundtrack
for the rest of your long summer. Every order comes with digital
downloads and bonus material (so don’t sweat the format.) Making this
record was a special event and you can hear that in the music.

Records can be bought through the S/S FRIENDS website

Add S/S FRIENDS on myspace and receive our Summer Mix.

TAGS: Canvas Trunks, Reggae, S/S Friends, Sam Champion, Sean Bones, Summer Fashion

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The Hipster Economy - A Stroke of Genius


Wednesday, August 6, 2008 - 10:50 am (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo


Last week I chose the side of Hipsters in their heavyweight bout vs. the razor sharp minds at Adbusters. Adbusters’ corny article gave me no choice, as someone pointed out, their argument was the equivalent of the neighborhood fogey yelling “Hey you darned kids, get off my lawn!” I’ve been accused of being a Hipster sympathizer, and even an actual Hipster (who gives a shit). But what every Hipster hating mind continues to refuse to acknowledge is how important this type of humanoid is to our economy.

Since 2001 we’ve been in and out of recession and we now prepare for the big one. While the eco-friendly parents were churning out babies and purchasing homes they now can’t afford, Hipsters have steadily been pumping money into the economy at cocaine-tongued rate. Basically if you are against Hipsters, you’re against America. With their tight pants, tank-tops, irony and blow, Hipsters have kept America afloat and all these kids get in return is grief: it’s unfair, not to mention un-American.

Let’s turn the clock back to the confusing days after September the 11th, 2001. While a cloud of human dust was hovering over the center of cool known as New York City, Muhammad Ali was on our televisions screens shadowboxing terrorists to show us that all Muslims don’t want to crash machinery into our financial centers. Washed up rock bands dragged their leathery carcasses around to lift morale. The Yankees lost the World Series but showed us how brave millionaires could be by going and doing their job of playing baseball.

Then, from the ashes came a pied-piper jangle that was so infectious, so hypnotic that the pulsing down-strokes transcended simple guitar chords. This strumming syncopated intro to the Strokes’ Last Night ushered in a new America, the “clang clang clang” sounding more like “buy buy buy buy buy….rise rise rise” and like that American Swagger, and Cool was reborn. The Strokes of course were already big in the UK and were a buzz band in New York City but they weren’t on regular FM America’s radar yet and god bless the Strokes –they were far from fucking cool but it worked. Steve Lowenthal, editor of New York based Swingset Magazine tells of the exact moment in New York City, “Everyone was confused, depressed and looking for an escape, suddenly all of America was exposed to this band that was an instant nostalgia trip, they gave everyone that taste of Old New York they wanted. Shit totally made sense to me.”

In addition to running Swingset Magazine, an independent publication he started from the ground up, Lowenthal’s experience working for New York based company Cornerstone Promotion exposed him to the other side of the coin: “Coming from working at Cornerstone Promotion its funny to see the hipster become literally ‘The Target’. Cool as an idea is a brand, genre is almost irrelevant. And that comes from the sixties itself! All of that complaining comes from the older generation, they sowed the seeds and act like they can’t understand just cause everything is now digital. ‘Hipster, Hippie, Punk,Beatnik’ it’s all the same thing. Except the others pretended to be about some political/social manifesto that could never be true. And they blame the younger people from learning from their mistakes. The hipster represents the platonic ideal of youth. Thats why advertisers buy it all up, because its the ideal“.

Being on a major label, the Strokes were manufactured cool. They were strumming, posturing and waving the flag. And the Inside 9/11 folks should run with this one, everyone wants to say how fake the Strokes were, now you can link them to a government conspiracy to stimulate the economy, maybe they were an amazing swindle. Their uniform of classic American staples like Chuck Taylors, and Levis (above and below the waistline) began to fly off the shelves. Simultaneously, new bands were getting signed, and the clothing line American Apparel launched, despite being run by a creepy-porno Canadian and running perverse ads of fat chicks. And most importantly, the good old American Drug trade was through the roof. Doctor Dre’s masterpiece, The Chronic brought weed culture back onto America’s radar in the early 1990s and it continued to snowball. Pot was perfect for paranoid hermits and college dorm dwelling conspiracy theorists. For the rest of us who needed a little courage to brave the city streets, a knight in shining armor appeared, a white knight (everyone knows only good things come in white). Cocaine was more important to have on your person than Metrocards, a wallet or a condom. Lower Manhattan was shredded by planes for fuck’s sake, who cares where your dick is going, just make sure you’re having the “best fucking time ever” while you’re doing it. Best of all, drugs are usually purchased in fifty dollar increments. Drug dealers don’t really have “change” so you’re either taking out more money, buying a bottle of water or gum to make change since our ATMs only like twenty dollar bills or just buying double the amount of blow. The Bush Administration introduced more new currency than any other administration because they know it’s a way to smoke drug dealers out of their holes. You’re welcome to hold onto your old twenties but good luck paying for anything consistently with a stack of them when everyone else has big heads. So when the new bills came out, drug dealers spend knots to get rid of their old bills. Classic.
Lastly, Adbusters was right about something very important. In the early 2000s this new culture was ripe for marketing and a culture built on cool means that they are always looking for the next thing. They’re a fickle bunch ready to jump ship and make new allegiances. Marketing to these people is half the reason why there are condos lining every inch of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Youth needs to be sold by the youth, by the budding designers, cool companies, hot bands and hotter chicks. My mom can’t make a website or use an iPod, she doesn’t drink Sparks or hang out anywhere cool. With the internet growing and becoming the most common way to get information in the late 90s into the 2000s the old guard got older. The 35 year old graphic designer in 1997 might as well have been 75. They didn’t grow up with personal computers, the internet, and chances are they weren’t savvy in web-design. Everyone wanted a piece of cool and for the first time cool was handed over completely to young people. Skateboardering, Punk Rock, Graffiti, Street Art, Fashion, Sneaker Culture all shared one thread before the Tony Hawk Video Game / Jackass Boom, they survived on their own. The people involved with these cultures knew that keeping them going meant high and low periods and that any booms in the cultures were probably temporary. Sure you’d occasionally see a McNugget riding a skateboard or some commercial with Fred Flintstone rapping but that didn’t spark “cool kids” to go eat at McDonalds or buy Fruity Pebbles. These cultures were no longer “underground” they were just running on a different parallel track to the mainstream and many of the key players were good at it. The designers, shop owners, brand managers, marketers were all under or just barely thirty and they had cred. These people were eager to take checks from anyone from Nike to Red Bull and take the next step. There’s no sentiment of “selling out” it was just time for that money to be channeled to the young because the old guard was helpless. It caused a shift in culture, it made everything sickly fucking cool but don’t be pissed off at Hipsters, they saved your country and your fucking job.

TAGS: Adbusters, Cocaine, economy, Hipster, The Strokes

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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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TAGS: beer, Boston, Brooklyn, Drugs, iPod, kids, Las Vegas, Movie, Music, NATO, New York, NSA, paris, Pirates, war, wasted, williamsburg, Yankees

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South Side Life


Monday, August 4, 2008 - 10:13 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

The Chicago Summer

As the rest of the nation nears recession, Chicago remains a literal beacon of hope. Largely untouched by the mortgage crisis affecting both coasts, Chi-town and the midwest never saw the full extent of the real estate bubble’s irrational exuberance. And people are happy. For the first time in recent memory, the city’s two baseball teams are in first place. A film shot in Chicago, The Dark Knight, is about to ecelispe Star Wars as the number two movie of all time. And of course, Chicago is home to Barack Obama, a black man who may be the next President.

All this positive energy had given Chicago’s largely-white North Side an odd arrogance. This is especially the case within the Obama campaign, which has been infected with cult-like secrecy and self-righteousness. Every other person I met on the North Side had a tie to Team Hope, yet even the lowliest one-day-a-week volunteer acted like they’d be divulging state secrets if they spoke (off-record!) about the Obama machine’s vibration.

Across the majority black South Side, Obamania is in effect too. Hustlers sell “Change the World” Barack 08 shirts on every corner; the entire South Side is a panorama of pride for the native son. But the area remains impoverished, with many residents lacking access to decent education and in some cases housing, and the big question is, Would an Obama presidency actually change anything?

These photos—taken in restaurants, homes, rap studios, and on the street—are of Obama’s core constituency.

TAGS: Barack Obama, Movie, obama, war

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Air Jordans on Chicago’s South Side


Monday, August 4, 2008 - 9:32 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

The Chicago Summer

Any questions of Michael Jordan’s lasting influence over Chicago were answered when I spotted four pairs of Air Jordans in one ten minute span. The last four pairs—all the same shoe—were in the same fast foodery at once.

TAGS: air jordans, Chicago, kicks, Michael Jordan, Nike, sneakers, South Side

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Beatrice Inn South


Friday, August 1, 2008 - 9:28 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Last weekend the owners of the Beatrice Inn, a New York nightclub, hosted a private opening of their new Atlantic City venture, the Chelsea Hotel. Thanks to Paul Sevigny, Matt Abramcyk, and the whole Beatrice crew for busing in a score of the city’s hardest ragers for some penthouse action three nights straight. I was there on Friday, and a full report is forthcoming, but in honor of weekend good times, here’s some pics c/o Lindsay Boivert, who is pictured below at the hotel in a leopard print chair c/o me.

And despite the NY Observer’s insistence (in a piece written by John f–king Ford’s old roommate), AC is not the new Brooklyn—for there were only Manhattanites in attendance. So fear not: AC is irony proof at the moment. And I’m back from Chicago bitches.

TAGS: AMC, Brooklyn, Manhattan, New York

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Fuck Mars, New Breed of Human Discovered: HIPSTERS


Friday, August 1, 2008 - 1:18 pm (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

Adbuster’s Douglas Haddow has spoken! He’s unleashed a “scathing” review of the offensive, apathetic, materialistic, slacker generation dubbed “hipsters”. Cue up the Bob Dylan record because Doug is going to show you all how they used to do it in the underground when it meant something. I tried to send a letter to Doug but apparently the US Postal Service doesn’t deliver mail under rocks so I’ll just blog about it and be true to the “hipster manifesto”.

A brief summary: There is this new culture that sprung up recently that Douglas discovered by being kind of wired into the underground scene. He discovered that America’s bored youth have united and formed a new subculture, the members are called Hipsters. These kids are materialistic, egotistical, shun their wealth (I guess he looked at everyone’s tax returns to see what they were making before writing the article) and are into clothes and sex. Before reading the article I thought that was just the description of a teenager / twenty something American but after digesting this expose I realized the subtle nuances that create the hipster. Tight clothes, fake glasses, ironic gear and a need to party. These things have never come together before in culture, especially on such a powerful level. And check this out, these kids are so out of it on the cocaine that they don’t notice that they are being TOTALLY manipulated by the big evil corporations that just wanna sell stuff and make money.

Folks, this is a must read it’s scary, like how did this happen? Can Adbusters stop this? How do we protect ourselves and most importantly  what is a hipster and how do I know if I am one?

Doug’s no-holds-barred critique of these hipster zombies is punctuated by this battle cry, I can’t help but get a bit misty as I read it, I’m hoping Doug doesn’t just abandon us after blowing the lid off this subculture that is eroding the soil of the USA :

We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.

Aside from being several years too late on this Douglas is right that our culture as a whole has stopped giving birth to anything new and that’s not really that big of a deal. At some point doing new shit isn’t really that cool. Remember “funk-metal” , that was something new. Writing isn’t really that new, shunning corporations isn’t new either. Complaining about kids isn’t new either in fact all it really does is show your age or show that you’re totally fucking boring. Even using the word hipster is cringe-worthy. When someone I know says it I get the douche chills as if they were taking out a Barack The Vote or Everyone Loves a Jewish Boy shirt from an Urban Outfitters bag asking for my approval :

Gavin McInnes, one of the founders of Vice, who recently left the magazine, is considered to be one of hipsterdom’s primary architects. But, in contrast to the majority of concerned media-types, McInnes, whose “Dos and Don’ts” commentary defined the rules of hipster fashion for over a decade, is more critical of those doing the criticizing.

“I’ve always found that word [“hipster”] is used with such disdain, like it’s always used by chubby bloggers who aren’t getting laid anymore and are bored, and they’re just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable,” he says. “I’m dubious of these hypotheses because they always smell of an agenda.”

That pretty much sums it up. Hipsters are good for the economy. It was a big deal when I was a kid to buy Air Jordans, now every kid has several pairs of sneakers, $150.00+ jeans, Mac Laptops, iPhones, what is the big picture really and who gives a shit? American means bigger and better, Hipsters are actually just patriots. Is this article telling me that kids are mindless consumers? No shit. Isn’t that the premise of Adbusters? Letting us know how totally dumb we are for letting Nike exist and how we should have a cobbler make our shoes from locally farmed cows where every inch of their corpse is used for something productive?

Hipsters or whatever the fuck dudes who wear v-necks and drink shitty beer are called are the first new culture to emerge since we all thought our computers would freeze on Y2K because someone forgot it wasn’t going to be the 19something forever. Most kids have now grown up having some type of web-profile their whole lives at this point. A kid into music can find the records you had to scour the earth for on mp3 in 30 seconds, they can digest a million things at once. If you wire a social networking site profile up to a doll Weird Science style a hipster comes out. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just the way the world is now. Unfortunately the humans who remember “what it used to be like” are jealous that they missed the boat. They spent their youth Lloyd Dobblering to get the attention of chicks hoping to have them touch their pee-pees , pretending to care about women’s “real feelings” and being sensitive and shit. They could have put up Barry Bonds numbers with the internet helping them get laid, that shit is steroids. Yup, this sounds like the old timer in the broadcast booth who got paid a total of 2 million dollars in his whole career bitching about today’s primadonnas. This is the asshole trying to convince me that Frank Sinatra was the definition of class and that I should take my hat off indoors.

The bigger problem is that we are in love with nostalgia, even Douglas, he’s yearning for that revolutionary spirit that gripped our forefathers and gave us subversive art like soup cans and something to believe in. It’s so tedious reading shit like this. Maybe everyone who isn’t washing organic cotton diapers right now just doesn’t give a fuck and is cool with that. If some people medicate themselves with Sparks and expensive denim who gives a fuck? I don’t listen to the radio to be inspired, I don’t want what I see everyday to resonate with me, I don’t want to live in a culture so motivated that we’re are all forward thinking radicals changing the world. I’m completely happy searching out what I want and tuning out the rest, it’s not that big of a deal really. Sure our homes are heated inefficiently, we waste a lot of shit, pop music suxxxxxx and politics are fucked up. I can’t believe I wasted my time reading a someone’s 10th Grade Social Studies assignment masked as an “article” by and adult about culture.

This article reads like a fucking Mad Lib. Plug in any “youth culture” and you have an article on current metal, hip-hop, skateboarding, graffiti. It’s all the same shit, kids communicate with their clothes. No matter what the “morals” behind the costume, people and kids specifically dress a certain way to project something hoping someone else picks up on their signal, provided it’s the right person. This even true of the anti-fashion person, same shit. Don’t try to tell me that the Punk movement or any movement had a different agenda. Once something rises to the surface it means that enough douches have latched onto it and watered it down to make it on other douche’s radars that’s all.

Puke.

TAGS: A-Rod, Adbusters, Hipster, Hipsters, Manny Ramirez, Vice Magazine

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Owen Black, What’s In Your NPR Bag? Tha Carter 2


Wednesday, July 30, 2008 - 9:54 pm (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

Not all NPR Bags hang from hipster shoulders lacking muscle tone or definition bearing intellectual ephemera. This week’s bag, property of Owen Black is possibly the Yin to last weeks bag’s Yang (property of Ethan Snell). While Ethan’s virgin bag was a gift, flaunting his girl’s crafty vision and Gocco print handiwork, Owen’s bag was acquired by one of the oldest traditions in history, predating currency; he boosted that shit :

” I got this bag at Nike Town on 57th in Manhattan. I went there to buy one thing, and one thing only: white XL tennis shorts. For me, its a summer staple. But I noticed these racks with dozens of shopping bags ‘For your in-store use’. I took one look at my old NPR bag (not even going to mention the make) and knew it was time to upgrade. Took one off the rack from near the center, because many of them were battered from regular use. I ducked into the fitting room and stashed my new bag inside my old one, and I was good.”

Ray Cappo was wrong, photographs don’t lie amigo because in plain sight we see the following in vivid digital camera color translated from ones and zeros

L to R, in rows (As told by Mr.Black):
-pad of paper
-transparent document wallet (for leases, resumes, contracts, and other “important papers”)
-postcard advertising the peter beste True Norwegian Black Metal book release/kasher gallery opening
-ralph lauren private sale notice
-various work papers
-package containing birthday present for my sister which i finally gave to her this weekend, a little late though (March 1)
-the art of worldly wisdom by Baltasar Gracián that my friend Josh let me borrow. He is teaching english in Indonesia right now, and from time to time, requests a passage by number, which I then scan and email to him. its important to share wisdom.
-business cards paperclipped together. always important to have these on hand.
-pencil
-$50 AMEX gift check
-$5 watch
-my mother’s potato latke recipe as transcribed from a telephone conversation
-sketches from a class I took at NYU
-magazines
-umbrella
-key card
-license plate return receipt (not sure why this is still kicking around my bag, or why it isn’t in my document wallet)
-Tide stain erasing pen. If you carry any kind of bag and one of these isn’t in it, you aren’t batman.

Unlike Ethan’s happy-go-lucky, Obama-Pint-Glass-Half-Full enthusiastic tote, Black’s bag has a Jim Jones swagger, and Billy Idol sneer mixed with wisdom and foresight, much greater than the average man of his years. Amongst some playful decoys we see that Owen is prepared for the pitfalls of a loosely wrapped burrito (stain pen), a new chick dinner date (Mom’s recipe), and the printed credentials to quiet the fastest cocaine tongue (business card and key card), fuck he’s even prepared for an unplanned rainy walk of shame with the umbrella too. A true New Yorker. The only thing lacking is a little sun-block to avoid a cocaine sunburn on an all too bright walk of shame. The bridges to the boroughs can do a number on your nose and forehead without proper protection.

Lastly, Owen silences any whispers that his bag was an impulse steal, as he rattles off a calculated manifesto detailing why this carbon loaded tote accompanies him through his daily motions :

“I love my bag because when i hang it over my shoulder, it feels natural for me to loop my right thumb around the handles, which allows me to show off my rings and knuckle tattoo, but thats just me. The combination of ink and bling really catches a lot of women’s eyes on the subway. Their staring trail goes something like this: Me, elsewhere, me, my right hand, my right hand, my face, my right hand, my shoes, elsewhere, my bag, my jeans. I can tell by the way they look at me that they are liking what they see. I always wear sunglasses on the trains, so that I can stare at them back. I also love how large my bag is. Its so big that sometimes I lose my umbrella inside of it. If you’re a dude, certain things you own you want to be small, and some have to be big. Carrying a tiny bag around is not cool. Too easily construed as a purse. I am pretty sure I could fit like three babies in my bag. And its made out of synthetic woven thread, so even the one on the bottom could breathe right through the side of my bag. The only weakness it has is that it’s not waterproof, but, oh yeah, my bag contains an umbrella, and thats backup for if I forget to wear my rain jacket. My bag, my nuts, my umbrella, I’m covered.”

Owen is a true Duffel Bag Boy like Weezy, or at least a NPR Bag Boy. Look at all those fucking Weezy covers in the background for fuck’s sake. Someone kick Ethan Snell’s ass immediately. Game over.

TAGS: A Milli, Canvas Tote, Lil Wayne, NPR Bag, Tha Carter 3

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What’s in YOUR NPR Bag?


Thursday, July 24, 2008 - 1:11 pm (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

Welcome to the first installment of What’s In Your NPR Bag?, a weekly column where we ask the fashionably green what the fuck they are carrying around in their canvas bag.

Fellow Mediciner Rachel Elder brought it to my attention that the proper name for this phenomena sweeping the nation and specifically Brooklyn was the NPR bag. I’ve noticed a massive spike in men carrying these bags, this can be attributed to several factors :

1. Perfect size for record shopping.

2. Says that you care about the environment but not in a hippie way, unless you have a yoga mat poking out.

3. Less “faggy” than a really corporate Murse® aimed at the metro / Details mag set but still nothing that a jock would carry chewing tobacco or energy drinks in.

4. Another surface to communicate your likes and dislikes, you’re a walking beacon for whatever you choose to promote or disrespect.

I hate even carrying a wallet or keys so I was more interested in what could be in a dude’s NPR bag. Call it coincidence but I ran into long time friend of Meds, Ethan Snell at small party in Brooklyn and picked his brain.

“My NPR bag? Ohhh my tote, yeah man fuck this one is brand new, my girlfriend screenprinted these for an indie craft fair and I just started carrying it a few days ago, it’s so convenient and of course I’m a huge fan of her design work so that’s a perk!”

Though the bag was brand new there was a dusting of Drum tobacco already lining the bottom where some pens, lighters and keys rested next to some freshly signed paperwork for a brand spanking new Condo on the park (co-signed by Dad, I peeked sorry!) Congrats though Ethan, a copy of the New Yorker, a few of those nasty free subway condoms, a Luna bar wrapper and an empty Kombucha bottle.

“Yeah I guess I’m ready for anything with bag” Ethan remarked “though I still need to get a few bare essentials in there, gum, iPod, The Believer and my journal, I’m a designer and I’m constantly inspired by my surroundings, you see so many interesting images and graphics in Brooklyn, in a bodega, a tag on a wall or even just some of the interesting looks you see in Williamsburg, it’s like a constant living breathing reference book so it’s essential to make notes in between brunch and happy hour!”

Thanks to Mr. Snell for letting me snoop around your NPR bag.

TAGS: Canvas Tote, NPR

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America’s Lesbian Hits LES


Friday, July 18, 2008 - 11:47 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Indeed, my forecast was correct. LiRon were on NY’s Lower East Side last night. It was the couple’s first public appearance since Lindsay’s (semi) official de-closeting earlier in the week via Mark Ronson’s girlfriend and Life and Style Magazine. Here are some are pics from the event (Sephora 10 Year Anniversary Party—an orgy of really bad outfits saved by lesbian beauty). People can hate Lohan all they want, but having one of the most visible young actresses on earth acting unashamedly gay is a net positive for America. Homophobia is the lamest concept, especially considering how many of the very same straight men who hate the gays are into anal sex with their wives, and I hope LiRon take this chance in the spotlight to showcase lesbianism as a healthy, normal lifestyle—one that even saves druggy starlets from career suicide.  

172 Norfolk, the haunted house of Richard Price’s Lush Life, hosted LiRon last night…

TAGS: Homophobia

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Lohan Coming Out Party Tonight NYC?


Thursday, July 17, 2008 - 4:14 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

The Obamafication of LiLo

Sam Ronson is DJing an event at 172 Norfolk tonight. With Mark Ronson’s girlfriend admitting Lohan’s lesbianism the same week the tabloids are calling a spade a spade, could tonight be the first public outing for lesbian couple LiRon?

Nice. Here’s a young actress—gorgeous, almost dead last summer, busted with coke—somehow achieving one the greatest PR coups in history. From the beginning of her party days, everyone predicted the Decline and Fall of Lohan—but the fall was avoided. After the coke bust she laid low. But a few months ago she posed nude for New York Magazine. It shut down the magazine’s website. In the aftermath, she took one indie role and began an amorphous relationship with DJ Sam Ronson. A boy-ish looking rap and rock specialist, Ronson (the sister of Mark, Amy Winehouse’s producer) is like a lesbian Joel Madden. After the NY Mag shoot, some said Lohnan had gone too far. That looks to be untrue, as she is now semi-bullet proof, hater wise.

What can you say? Bad girl, you cleaned up, took up with a woman publicly even though Hollywood has a stigma against gays, refused to appear on your mom’s show “Mom-ager,” and didn’t buy into dad’s weird church? Impressive for a 22-year-old…it’s hard to say anything too negative. Much like Obama, who “did a little blow,” Lohan’s post-blow decisions seem sound. 

So, Inshallah, Lohan will be at this Ronson gig tonight on the Lower East Side. 

 

TAGS: Amy Winehouse, New York, obama

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Former NY PR-ers Trade Sex and City To Become Seattle Anti-Vandals


Thursday, July 17, 2008 - 1:14 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Retired Manhattan beauty publicists MacKenzie Lewis and Laura Something recently moved to Seattle. The two are now crusading against grave tipping at local cemeteries. When reached for further comment, Ms Lewis, who has BA in communications from NYU, said, “No comment.”

Here’s the video: (sorry it’s not embeddable)
http://www.king5.com/video/index.html?nvid=264251

UPDATE 1:23PM: Through her publicist, Ms Lewis has released this statement, “You know, when you find that one thing in life you really care about — cemetery vandalization, in my case — everything else just kind of falls into place.”

TAGS: Manhattan, Trade, Video

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What’s Gayer? Homoerotic Rap or Stylish Rap


Friday, July 11, 2008 - 3:30 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


The text on this 5O record could easily be changed to “Go-Go Boy Gay Party.” Whereas this picture of Mr West at Fashion Week in Paris shows a well dressed guy about to go drink champagne and suck pussy.

There’s a rap war brewing between the “tight clothes”-ers and the baggy set. In short, the baggy crew is saying tight clothes trend is too gay and must be stopped. Here’s some XXL blogger:

Hip-Hop had already been on a creative downswing for more than 10 years now. Certainly, the fact that mofos are walking around wearing purses and tight-ass pants showing off their nuts was a sign that hip-hop had crossed some sort of threshold into complete and utter teh gheyness.

While I love the colorful language above, he’s wrong. Sure, rap’s not in its 94-97 glory days, but “creative downswing” is incorrect. In fact, more rap is being recorded now than ever. The music industry’s shrinking profits have led to more output not less. Producers, hungrier than ever, are taking the sound to new and exciting places—the rise of the South has added so many new soul, funk, and r and b infusions.

Secondly, saying guys who are comfortable enough in their sexuality to where tight clothes are gay forgets just how homo-erotic rappers like, say, 50 Cent are. With their shirts off and glistening muscles, their album covers look like gay club flyers.

Verdict? Clothes don’t make music, people do, and worrying about fashion is a waste of time.

TAGS: Music, paris, Verdict, war

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