I am not down with the latest contempo art theory, but I see this crap more in line with the agit prop art of the early 20th century. Really coarse provocation, the artist basically pooping on your doorstep and then standing back to watch your reaction.

My own very non-technical definitions: Art communicates essential, universal truths with the immediacy of an epiphany. Art puts us in touch with a universal consciousness that exists beyond what lives and dies. Art allows the viewer/spectator to feel that which cannot be readily explained or communicated…

Germany did away with nobility at the end of WWI. There haven’t been actual aristocrats since the Weimar Republic. The “von THIS” and “von THAT” is just vestigial nomenclature, not an honorific nor does it convey any privilege. Otherwise you are quite correct, Zsa Zsa’s husband paid an aging broke Prinzessin born in…

John Ellis Bush is actually a beautiful name, quite presidential. Jeb is a little comical.. We have acronym precedent with FDR and JFK (nobody called them Franklin and respectively, John, did they?).

Watch her pivot into politics. I believe she’s smart enough to realize that she’s not a particularly talented filmmaker and she seems, to her credit, pretty meh on the acting thing these days. But she needs the attention and the power, so politics is next!

Imagine having all her former clients, plus Angie, for dinner. What a colorful cast of cuckoo birds, cheats, charlatans and cruel bastids!

Let’s cut through the pleasantries here: All of us are keenly aware (or should be) that it takes a village and about 5 hours to have Britney look like she does in her Twitter pic. Between the heavy contouring and the stage makeup, the extraordinarily fussed-with/fake hair, the bleached teeth, the faux-tanned skin, and…

I admire her commitment to that haystack of fake hair she’s been gluing/stapling to her head for a decade now. Her actual dancing or singing abilities seem to devolve in an inversely proportional manner with her hair: the less actual dancing and lip-syncing she does, the bigger the hair gets.

Gosh I can never decide who I love more: righteous Denzel or crooked /mean SOB/alcoholic Denzel.

These bloggers are in no way actual representative of any authentic street style subcultures like the ones you named. They’re random thirsty people with cash to buy designer clothes and travel to Fashion Weeks in Europe and NYC twice a year to parade their iteration/combination of aforesaid designer clothes.

There are lots of cool fashion-driven subcultures on the actual street--I ran with a pack of mods about 10-15 years ago in LA, their fashions were sharp as hell. Vintage clothes, the correct shoes, Vespas, amazing hair, makeup, everything. They would go out to clubs to dance to cool 60s music. Super-diverse scene…

I agree with what you wrote and yet wanted to add a line in praise of the divine Diana Vreeland.

I don’t know him, or even of him, but I had contact with her circa 2007, before her career blew up in Hollywood. The only thing I will say is that I am 100 percent with you in the “cannot stand her” camp. Her American publicist ended up being the nice one, and you know that’s rarer than a hen with teeth. À bas!

I second this motion. No man with blown-out highlights can lay claim to playing rock & roll. He should stay in his lane.

Like Jared Leto has any ground, moral, legal or otherwise, to put other people’s music down. His band is literally the worst band of all times!

Please. Like I’m gonna listen to the person who KILLS PEOPLE AND BAKES THEM INTO PIES.

A song by a white dork who was in the Mickey Mouse Club has the 2nd best bass line ever? You’re making Jesus cry!

It’s like a copy of a copy of a copy of a Michael Jackson song. Without Michael’s voice or Quincy Jones producing. They even do a little Thriller-inspired dance number in the video. Rich called it “dead inside” above--it’s not so much dead as only bound to impress if you didn’t grow up with Off the Wall or Thriller.…

Writing about something you hate is so much easier (and more fun) than writing about something you like. And yet it require finesse, lest you trip over yourself. You can’t get ranty or SHOUTY, come on now.