So this is what we’ve come to:
Whatever happened to handshakes? Can tongue-fencing be far off? Can anyone imagine Churchill and De Gaulle greeting each other like this? Girlyboys, the lot of them.
I think my breakfast gin is going to be a double.
Tag: Things that totally suck
Shit Houses
…is the (bowdlerized) title of this badly-edited video, wherein some mouthy Brit shouts about crap architecture in an annoying whine, but whose script could have been written by me except I would have inserted more swear words.
And there’s a genuinely-terrifying moment at about 3:25 which will make you want to commit murders.
Right after that horror, there’s an annoying advertorial (hey, the guy has to pay the bills somehow), but you can fast-forward a couple-three minutes if you want.
Here’s another example of the kind of thing he’s talking about, and that I hate with a passion.
Never an errant hijacked airliner when you need one.
Just What We Needed
Apparently, Massachusetts is going to allow topless sunbathing om Nantucket Island.
This would occasion no more than a yawn from me, ordinarily, but allow me to point out the kind of people who live on Nantucket (and other islands off the MA coast):
Not that we need any more reasons to never visit Massachusetts, mind you.
(And before anyone gets after me, let me tell you that I’ve been to Nantucket, Block and Martha’s Vineyard in summer — and if anything, the above pics are quite flattering.)
Less Beauty In The World
I once wrote that Kirstie Alley was one of the five sexiest women in the world. And now she’s gone (thank you, cancer, you fucking bastard).
My absolute favorite of her movies: Sibling Rivalry.
Yeah, I know that she later ballooned out and was seven kinds of crazy, including Scientology. Don’t care. She had the world’s sexiest eyes, and laugh.
R.I.P., you gorgeous creature.
Unwelcome Silence
Legendary Fleetwood Mac singer Christine McVie has died at the age of 79 – with the bandmates describing her as ‘truly one-of-a-kind’.
The songwriter was also a co-lead vocalist and keyboardist in the popular British-American rock band, which was originally formed in London.
Here’s my favorite Christine Perfect song, which she performed long before she went commercial.
…and the world has become just a little less beautiful.
Cue The Dynamite
Here we go again, with some egotistical asshole disfiguring the world with his “art”:
Vincent Van Gogh loved the light in Provence so much that he moved to the southern French city of Arles in 1888 for one of the key years of his short life. So how fitting that a new building, which dazzlingly reflects that light, has made Arles a major centre of contemporary art. Called Luma, it is designed by Frank Gehry, famous for his Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, who took inspiration from Van Gogh’s famous painting The Starry Night.
Given that Bilbao’s Guggenheim looks like a giant burst carbuncle, we all know where this one’s going:
Even worse than this, of course, is that a group of Bilbao’s city “planners” looked at the drawings and model of this disgusting excresence and said (in Spanish): “Oh wow! This is just what we need to make our city look more artistic!” and signed off on the hideous thing.
But returning to our story, here’s Arles, as seen by Van Gogh:
And this maniac’s vision for Arles?
And it’s quite a sight: a ten-storey tower made of 11,000 twisted stainless steel panels, glass and concrete dominating a huge £150 million ‘creative campus’ on the site of a former railway yard.
They should have kept the railway yard. From the genius himself:
Gehry says his Luma design was influenced not only by Van Gogh’s The Starry Night but by Arles’ Unesco-listed Roman heritage as well.
Yeah, nothing says “Roman” like twisted steel and glass.
If this distorted dildo had been around in Van Gogh’s time, we’d at least have one good reason why he cut his ear off. In fact, he could have cut his eyes out, just to avoid looking at it.
And if Starry Night makes you think of things like this, you need a psychiatrist more than Vincent ever did.