I heard this Craig Morgan song for the first time a couple weeks ago in the car; I guess it’s a sensation. I played it for my roommate and she said it reminded her of this MGMT video. So, well, here you go — mashed for your pleasure. YouTube killed it immediately but maybe it will live on at Vimeo.
First, an apology: turns out I’m about as good with this Website as I am with my personal life. I’m currently in the midst of moving, but when I’m finished I’ll have loads of new stuff up here that doesn’t require me understanding anything about Cascading Code (i.e. new comics and paintings).
For now, though: a recent Google search that resulted in some time spent on this very blog reminded me of the terrifying prescience of Nathan Barley. Twitter doesn’t acknowledge NB as the inspiration behind their name, and maybe I’m giving a little too much credit here taste-wise, but it seems obvious to me. Then again, teens don’t tweet so perhaps it’s just some fun with the synchronicity of the collective unconscious. Either way, if you’re not familiar, let me bring you up to speed.
I suggest clicking through to the similar videos, especially if you think Vice Magazine is fucking absurd, and also if you enjoy tiny hats. Well fucking Jackson.
Previously: thinking is rubbish and rubbish isn’t cool
If there were really any question, it’s now been answered: life imitates art imitating life imitating god only knows what. Evidence: Nathan Barley fashion has appropriately hit Manhattan at UNIQLO. The window displays are full of mannequins wearing uberhip candy-colored Japanese sweaters as pants. Terry Richardson would approve. The idiots have won.
The idiots are self-regarding consumer slaves, oblivious to the paradox of their uniform individuality. They sculpt their hair to casual perfection; they wear their waistbands below their balls. They babble into handheld twit machines about that e-mail about a woman being bombed by a wolf. Their cool friend made it. He’s an idiot, too.
Well fucking futile.