Things I love about being in D.C. right now: all the museums are free.
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Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, January 2012.
I never knew about the conspiracy theory of “chem-trails” (versus what they are really called, i.e. con-trails) until I moved to New Mexico and heard some lady railing on about them in the hot tub at Ojo Caliente. I’d estimate that 92% of the population of Santa Fe believes they are being poisoned by harmless aircraft condensation.
Percentage of all Americans who consider themselves part of the top 1 percent of U.S. earners: 13
Percentage of Hispanic Americans who do: 28"
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, January 2011.
Number in the new federally mandated system: 141,058
Code number for “crushed by alligator, initial encounter: W5803XA
For “crushed by an alligator, subsequent encounter: W5803XS"
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, December 2011.
Date on which Scott’s daughter received her anthropology degree: 1/11/2008"
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, December 2011.
DELFT SKULL ANGELS OF DARK & LIGHT
By Magnus Gjoen
London, United Kingdom
Original: $775
To the Obama campaign: $119,900"
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, January 2011.
The Hannibal Lecter lumberjack. AKA one of the creepiest things ever, AKA Walter Van Beirendonck’s F/W 12 collection.
I take back what I said earlier about men’s fashion.
Via Coute Que Coute.
I’m reviewing menswear collections for the first time over at Stylesight.com’s runway blog. It seems counter intuitive, but sometimes it seems like men’s fashion actually has more going on thematically.
In particular, I’m quite impressed with Kris Van Assche’s F/W 12 - a pleasingly utilitarian (with a touch of fascism) collection.
Cleo from 5 to 7 was one of those Sarah Lawrence film class inclusions I just never understood - something about its feminist self-obsession irks me, a common problem for me with “gorgeous women acting crazy” films to this day. I always want to tell those characters to get their shit together and move on with life. Crazy is a luxury I can’t abide.
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, December 2011.
Like everyone else, I was a big fan of Florence and the Machine’s song No Light No Light from her new album Ceremonials. Though this remix isn’t really great, it is called the “Spector Ryan Gosling Remix” so thus I am required to love it.
Download here.
You are the hole in my head / You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between / What I thought and what I said
You are the nighttime fear /You are the morning when it’s clear
When it’s over, you’re the start / You’re my head and you’re my heart
No light, no light In your bright blue eyes / I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day / You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
And I’d do anything to make you stay / No light, no light
Tell me what you want me to say / To the crowd I was crying out and
In your place there were a thousand other faces / I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right / Would you leave me If I told you what I’d done?
And would you leave me If I told you what I’d become? / ‘Cause it’s so easy
To say it to a crowd / But it’s so hard, my love
To say it to you out loud
Number of times Newt Gingrich has seen The Hangover: 7"
— Harper’s Index, Harper’s magazine, December 2011.