Photo, Sophie Rose
Three weeks ago I was in Edinburgh for a long weekend. I’ve been up every year for the past 12 years or so, so I wasn’t really there for the street performers or naff comedy. I was up there by myself so I took the time to do the things I’d never found time for previously. This next weekend I went to the New Forest for a short break at a friend’s house. Swam in the nearby river and relaxed in the hot tub. The past weekend, I helped my friend move house, and made the most of the last sunny Sunday of the year by barbequeing some sea bass.
- In Edinburgh I got to the Cameo and Filmhouse cinemas to see Mistress America and Theeb. I found the mid-way stylistic switch in Mistress America awkward, and what appeared at first to be a companion or critique of Frances Ha became a mediocre filmed play. However, I can’t recommend Theeb enough, I need to watch it again but I’d say it’s one of my favourite films (to be expected given its neo-western feel).
In the films I’ve made and the films I hope to make, I hope that there’s a 16-year-old girl watching them, saying,
- Mods, Beatniks, Rockers in 1965
When Katie got to the bar that night, however, she realized her bag was too small for the cup she wanted.
Because my friend had a bigger bag, I made her steal it, she says.
But she stole one for herself, too, so she walked out with both hers and mine. Mine was a skull and hers was bamboo. When asked what motivates her to steal, Katie admits,
Booze always helps.
Those millions of Ashley Madison men were paying to hook up with women who appeared to have created profiles and then simply disappeared. Were they cobbled together by bots and bored admins, or just user debris? Whatever the answer, the more I examined those 5.5 million female profiles, the more obvious it became that none of them had ever talked to men on the site, or even used the site at all after creating a profile.
Wait a moment – what’s that over there? That thing, sir, the one that looks authentic and representative of what I believe to be your traditional cultural heritage. No, not that one; the one behind that, with the jagged edges and slightly curved handle. May I take a look? Wow, it’s just beautiful. I have literally zero idea of what this item is or could possibly be. Can you tell me if it’s handmade?
- The World’s Biggest Pet Store Has 250,000 Animals
- Susan Sontag and the BBC drop into Andy Warhol’s Factory
- As much as I’m looking forward to moving back to a city where you don’t pay 70% of your wage to your incompetent landlord, I’m anxious about the state of cycling in Manchester.
- I saw Kurt Perschke’s Red Ball Project when it came to Somerset House in London, at the time I wondered what would happen if the ball broke free. Exactly what happened the other week in Toledo, Ohio.
- Everything about this short film is perfect. From the miserable overcast day it’s been shot on, the garish and billowing 70s clothes, the utter silence, and the reaction shots of the factories workers looking on. Mike Wilson, Pound Shop Evil Knievel.
Keynes famously forecast a three-hour workday, and in 1964 Life magazine devoted a two-part series to what it considered a
real threatfacing American society: the coming epidemic of too much leisure time. In The Emptiness of Too Much Leisure, it asserted that
- And on and on and on and Ariston