BANDE À PART is a documentary record of the brilliant, anarchic spirit of downtown New York in the late 60s through the early 80s, photographed not by some journalist covering the ‘counterculture’, but by the participants themselves. These photographers lived the scene, and they have compiled their incredible shots of Blondie, Suicide, the Velvet Underground, the Ramones, the New York Dolls, the Talking Heads, Lou Reed, Patti Smith, Iggy Pop, and David Bowie, on stage, backstage and just messing around. BANDE À PART is Basquiat and Mapplethorpe, glam rock and No Wave, CBGBs, Max’s Kansas City and the Factory--an extraordinary record of a long-gone time and a place in New York City history.
not really CRAZY about the new kelis song....but i appreciate the fact that she's going all ziggy stardust on us. always 2 steps ahead of you EDGY hoes.
sade. new album. February 10 release date. nuff said.
love this woman-girl hybrid. cutest thing ever. a real musician. a fucking survivor. both nyc dates sold out weeks ago. read the UK Times Review of her first show in 2 years.
last and definitely least Kid Sister though this doesn't actually qualify as a comeback, since it took her 3 years to make this debut, we'll call it a comeback anyway since she should've came out when this type of music was relevant. nonetheless....file this one under I'LL PASS
new bookstore alert!! my homey, the future gnome maker, just put me onto her homey's new bookstore.
book thug nation: yes, quite the awesome-ass name for a store that sells books (to thugs i hope). i'll for sure be poppin on saturday for this "literary event" (so highbrow, yet so gutter). i feel like nothing i can say can sum it up as wondrously as the future gnome maker did:
"i mean, it beats selling books outta your trunk"
why tamper with genius? come. read. get your thug on!
Lovely Day has reopened. After being closed for an entire year due to a fire in the building, its back in business slingin' awesome Thai to the masses. I'm so happy about life right now.....if only we could get my beloved Teany to reopen. Be still my beating heart. One miracle at a time.
After watching a mere 4 minutes of this Oprah episode, I can say without the shadow of a doubt....
that Jay-Z has stirred Oprah's puddin'!! Or at the very least....he showed it to her.
He got her chillin in the hood, like a project chick
Inappropriate right.... but unequivocally true* Last time Oprah had a rapper on her show she ripped him a new one and pretty much blamed him for all the mysogny and moral sins of rap music. And now this LOVE fest with Jay-z. For fuck's sake, she asked the man where he sprays his cologne.
Anyone who knows anything about me knows that in my eyes Oprah can do NO WRONG!! And if she did let Jay-z tap her million-dollar a$$, SO WHAT!! BEYONCE JUST BETTER TURN A BLIND EYE AND LET THAT SHIT GO DOWN!!
Girl, don't be playing on Oprah's Phone
sshoooootttt!!! Chris Rock said it best: "the only thing better than pussy is new pussy". And to that I add, the only thing better than new pussy is rich pussy.
* And by true, I mean completely based on speculation and the tom foolery of CultureSnobette. So please Miss Oprah, don't sue my ass.
i'd have my own rent controlled apartment in prospect heights with
all utilities included
it'd be pest and vermin free
have all its original moldings
a friendly bodega on the corner plus a gentrified cafe next door
and i'd let this dude creative direct it for me. (yes, a creative director. life is one big photo shoot. cast it accordingly)
a curation of art, design and interior splendor, the MylesHenryBlog has me saving my coins in hopes of moving outta my Momma's basement one day.
if you have your own crib or would like to have your own crib, or know someone with their own crib, read this blog DAILY. trust me. and you're welcome.
I love food. I love Frenchies. September 25 & 26 will be a big ole outdoor orgy of pleasures. Local cuisine. Parisian cuisine Bubbles and cocktails flowing. All at the lovely PS 1
I want in.....n'est-ce pas? (translation: don't you?)
"12 chefs, three mixologists, two butchers, one ice-cream maker, two DJs, 15 graphic designers, a select vintner, a fine Champagne, some fromages and a mystery guest, to feast your senses and do some conscious good. Action Against Hunger can’t wait."
This Saturday celebrate the birthday of the King of Pop with a Brooklyn Block party....scratch that...with a Brooklyn Park Party. (I'm pretty sure the whole borough will be rejoicing)
oh yeah and everybody's favorite borough president the omnipresent Marty Markowitz will be in the house to declare August 29th Michael Jackson Day. SPREAD LOVE ITS THE BROOKLYN WAY !! DON'T MISS THIS!!
This is the high class bullshit that i live for. This Tuesday at the Louvre in Paris an Angry Russian Woman pulled a teacup from her purse and threw it at the Mona Lisa.
*PLEASE LET THAT SHIT SINK IN*
Now while I was not at all impressed with the Mona Lisa, at no point did I feel compelled to hurl a piece of tableware at it. But then again I guess art moves people in different ways. Whatever.
The Itsy Bitsy Mona Lisa; encased in glass behind a wooden barrier in its own separate wall.
What I admire most about this dashing display of raw emotion is that the "Angry Russian Woman" was prepared for the task ahead of her. She was not satisfied with the cheapness of a paper cup, nor was she barbaric enough to send a small rock upside Mona Lisa's head. She so thoughtfully chose a teacup: an ancient symbol of refinement, class, and sophistication. So take that you no eyebrow-havin heffa... Needless to say the "Angry Russian Woman" was clearly deranged and was promptly carted off to a loony bin for testing.
The crowds keep at bay behind velvet ropes
Clearly her actions could be deemed as art as well....I mean it inspired MY ass off the couch and got me bloggin again. So thank you "Angry Russian Woman".....and my 16 followers thank you too!