Guevara Offspring At Last Grasp Irony
Guevara children denounce Che branding
· Daughter denounces exploitation of image
Rory Carroll, Latin America correspondent
Che Guevara T-shirts for sale in Cuba. Photograph: Chris Hammond/Alamy
The scraggly beard, the beret adorned with a star, the intense gaze: it is an instantly recognisable image which has been used to sell everything from booze to T-shirts to mugs to bikinis.
Che Guevara is an icon of the 20th century whose brand has turned into a worldwide marketing phenomenon. If you want to shift more products or give your corporate image 
bit of edge, the Argentine revolutionary’s face and name are there to be used, like commercial gold dust.
The fact that Guevara was a communist guerrilla and Marxist ideologue is an irony of little interest to his capitalist exploiters. It has, however, become a problem for his children.
Aleida Guevara this week denounced the commercialisation of her father’s image as an affront to his socialist ideals. “Something that bothers me now is the appropriation of the figure of Che that has been used to make enemies from different classes. It’s embarrassing.”
A man who fought and died trying to overthrow capitalism and material excess should not be used to sell British vodka, French fizzy drinks and Swiss mobile phones, among other travesties, she said. “We don’t want money, we demand respect.”
Aleida, 47, the eldest of Guevara’s four children by his second wife, 
made the comments during an internet forum sponsored by Cuba’s government ahead of what would have been her father’s 80th birthday on June 14.
The complaint came amid a surge of renewed interest in Guevara. The actor Benicio del Toro won best actor at the Cannes Film Festival this month for his portrayal in Steven Soderbergh’s four and a half hour epic Che. Camilo Guevara, a son, who participated in the forum, said he welcomed the film as long as it was faithful to his father’s memory.
Last month Buenos Aires unveiled a towering bronze statute of the young doctor who left Argentina on a motorbike in 1953 and became radicalised by oppression and poverty in Latin America. He joined Fidel Castro’s guerrilla campaign against Cuba’s dictator, Fulgencio Batista, and became a key figure in the revolution before unsuccessfully attempting to export insurrection to Congo and Bolivia, where he was captured and executed by CIA-backed government troops in 1967.
Guevara was a more doctrinaire ideologue than Castro and a 
fervent critic of “material incentives” but in death he became transformed into an icon of daring and rebellion.
The famous image portrait was based on an image taken by the Cuban photographer Alberto Korda in Havana in 1960. It was pinned to his studio wall for seven years until the Italian publisher Giangiacomo Feltrinelli mass produced it around the time of Guevara’s death.
Korda willingly forfeited royalties but he sued a British advertising agency for using the photo to promote vodka.
Cuba’s government has used the image to promote its revolution and to rake in tourist dollars through state-run stores which sell Che paraphernalia.
Cafe Largo Copulates With The Coronet, Aimee Mann Christens Offspring
L.A. Times Music Blog
Aimee Mann christens new Largo location
Maybe the only performer more appropriate than Aimee Mann to open the Largo’s new era would be Jon Brion, the resident Friday-night ringmaster during the beloved music club’s 12 years on Fairfax Avenue.
Well, fans got a bit of both Monday at the unveiling of the venue’s new home, the venerable Coronet Theatre on La Cienega Boulevard. Largo stalwart Mann headlined the show, and Brion, playing celeste and other keyboards, joined her on two songs during the encore, putting an emotional flourish on a smooth transition.
Physically, the new Largo is a vastly different experience from the tiny room on Fairfax, where the bar and the dinner service sometimes interfered with owner Mark Flanagan’s vision of an ideal setting for musicians and serious listeners.
The Largo at the Coronet is a cozy little bandbox of a theater, its tightly packed rows of 280 permanent seats facing a deep stage that must have seemed like a basketball court to musicians accustomed to the old Largo’s tiny platform. For the audience, there’s nothing to do but sit, watch and listen.
The Largo state of mind was intact, as listeners were admonished to turn off their electronics and not talk during the show. The sound during the 90-minute set by Mann, accompanied by bassist Paul Bryan and keyboardist Jamie Edwards, was clean and warm, and Mann eased into the focused but informal mode that has defined the Largo’s distinctive sensibility.
Mann, who was preceded by a short set from comedian Paul F. Tompkins, will return with a full band June 10. By then, the new Largo will have undergone what figures to be its baptism by fire — two sets by Brion on Friday.
— Richard Cromelin
Photos by Lawrence K. Ho / Los Angeles Times
Polar Bear Executed Before It Can Devour Icelandic Children – Al Gore Pissed
The polar bear lies dead after being shot by police in Iceland. Photograph: Icelandic television
A polar bear that swam more than 200 miles in near-freezing waters to reach Iceland was shot on arrival in case it posed a threat to humans.
The bear, thought to be the first to reach the country in at least 15 years, was killed after local police claimed it was a danger to humans, triggering an outcry from animal lovers. Police claimed it was not possible to sedate the bear.
The operation to kill the animal was captured on film.
“There was fog up in the hills and we took the decision to kill the bear before it could disappear into the fog,” said the police spokesman Petur Bjornsson.
The oldest record of polar bears being sighted in Iceland is from 890, 16 years after the first settlers arrived. The last visit was in 1993, when sailors saw a bear swimming off the coast of Strandir. It was also killed.
Polar bears were frequently tamed during the middle ages, but since then no bear has been captured alive in Iceland. Receding North Pole ice is diminishing their hunting and mating grounds and jeopardising their survival
A spokesman for PolarWorld, a German group dedicated to the preservation of the polar regions and the creatures which inhabit it, called the bear’s death “an avoidable tragedy … another great day for mankind”.
MTV Europe Fined For Homophobic Windowlicking
MTV fined $484,500 by U.K. regulator
Net taking steps to prevent future breaches
By STEVE CLARKE
MTV Networks Europe has been fined a total of £255,000 ($484,500) by U.K. media regulator Ofcom for “widespread and persistent” breaches of its broadcasting code by four of its channels.
The Viacom-owned operator will have to pay the following penalties: TMF £80,000 ($152,000), MTV France £35,000 ($66,500), MTV UK £80,000 ($152,000) and MTV Hits £60,000 ($114,000).
The “highly offensive language and material” was broadcast before the 9pm family-viewing watershed.
Auds complained about a number of shows. They included: repeated use of the words “motherfucker”, “fuck you” and “fuck” in a music video by Aphex Twin for the song “Windowlicker” on TMF, and racist and homophobic text messages aired by MTV France in “Belge Chat.”
Additionally TMF screened a trailer for the reality skein “Totally Jodie Marsh” on seven occasions between 9.48am and 3.15pm on July 24 last year containing the sentence: “I just don’t want you settling down with some fucking wanker from a modeling agency.”
多くの昼食のためのmanga
Seven dead in Tokyo stabbing frenzy
TOKYO (AFP) – A man went on a stabbing spree Sunday in a busy Tokyo neighbourhood famed for comic-book subculture, killing at least seven people and leaving around a dozen injured in Japan’s deadliest crime in years.
The assailant, who later told police he was “tired of living,” drove a truck into a crowd of pedestrians shortly after noon in Tokyo’s bustling Akihabara area before jumping out and stabbing strangers while screaming.
The assailant was identified as Tomohiro Kato, 25, from central Shizuoka prefecture. He first said he was a gangster before retracting his story.
“I came to Akihabara to kill people. It didn’t matter whom I’d kill,” he was quoted by Jiji Press as telling police.
Kato, bespectacled in a beige suit and black-and-white sneakers, was armed with a survival knife and duelled with a police officer who fought back with a baton.
By the time Kato finally dropped his knife with an officer’s gun pointed at him, 17 people lay bloodied on the street of the crowded district, according to fire department and police officials.
The attack fell on the anniversary of the last incident of similar magnitude in Japan — a stabbing frenzy that left eight children dead at an elementary school in 2001. 
“I’m afraid this will give a negative image of Akihabara, where people are coming from around the world,” he said.
Akihabara is best known for major electronics stores and in recent years has mushroomed into a haven for Japanese subculture, pulling in tourists from home and abroad interested in comic books and video games.
Akihabara’s attractions range from a museum of Japanese animation to cafes where waitresses dress as maids and video-game characters. It is also a major commuter hub.
Critical Mass, Indeed
Li’l Bobby and his ‘roids
Robert Mapplethorpe’s Instant Precious Relics
Made in his early, druggy years, Mapplethorpe’s Polaroids reveal an artist in curious transition
by Leslie Camhi
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness,” William Wordsworth wrote ruefully in 1807, “But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.” The poet’s words came back to me while 
viewing this collection of some 100 mostly unknown Polaroids taken by Robert Mapplethorpe between 1970 and 1975. They are transitional works in more ways than one: made while the fledgling photographer (then in his twenties) was testing his eye, finding his subject matter, and not yet fully committed to either his sexual identity or his medium.
They represent a kind of “coming out,” artistically speaking. The mature themes of this intensely neoclassical photographer’s art are all there: still lives and self-portraiture, pictures of the demimonde and the mondaine—downtown personages, uptown celebrities, artists, socialites, and creatures of the night, who crawled before his camera from who knows where. And, of course, the great theater of eroticism, from the baroque accoutrements of gay sadomasochism—leather masks, nipple rings, penile harnesses, etc.—to tender embraces between men, to the naked mattress ticking that waits, in one photograph, like an empty page for the story of sex to be written upon it.
Still, taken as a whole, Mapplethorpe’s Polaroids are very different from the works that made him, if not the most famous, then posthumously (since his death in 1989) the most notorious photographer of his generation—works that most often combined “hot” subject matter with coolly elegant and precise presentation. Who can forget his masterpiece, Man in Polyester Suit (1980), for example, with its image of a semi-tumescent member sprouting, like desire itself, from sartorial banality? 
(Carnality seems to have been, for him, a perpetual affront to quotidian reality.) This was a photographer who could mine the latent sexual content of an orchid or even an eggplant, who photographed AWOL sailors as if they were bits of classical statuary, whose portraits of small children are imbued with the same naturalness, mystery, and innate grace as the trussed-up sexual encounters that seem to have sprung from some dark night of the imagination.
The Polaroids, of which he took more than 1,500, are on the whole more casual and intimate—certainly not diaristic (since there’s nothing confessional about Mapplethorpe’s art), but closer to life, in that one senses the push and pull, the continuous dialogue, between the image and its subject. (That dialogue was fostered by the speed of a medium that provided an “instant replay” of reality.) Lacking the later work’s sometimes airless perfection, they make up for it in rawness and immediacy.
In those early, druggy years, Mapplethorpe—a former Catholic schoolboy from Floral Park, Queens, who had joined the ROTC while studying advertising design, and later graphic arts, at the Pratt Institute—was making the bohemian scene at Max’s Kansas City. He was shacking up (at first as lovers) with his muse and soulmate, Patti Smith, at the Chelsea Hotel and in a loft on 23rd Street, and delving into the underworld of gay s&m. Soon he’d fall in love with the patrician curator and pioneering collector Sam Wagstaff, who became his patron and romantic partner, and with whom he explored the still emerging field of fine-art photography.
He borrowed a friend’s Polaroid camera to take pictures for the collages he was then making and to document his growing sexual education. A tripartite self-portrait from 1971, included at the Whitney, shows the then 25-year-old artist naked, his body divided vertically between three Polaroids, which he’s coyly placed behind the mesh veil of a paper potato sack that’s been dyed a deep, almost ecclesiastical violet. Is it an altar for the worship of youth, or is he for sale like just so many tubers?
“If you mouth off to me one more time, lady, I will smash your melon with my monitor. And I want private cubicles NOW!!!! or I’m going to freak.”
Iconic Moments of the 20th Century (in geriatric re-enactment)
Graffiti Place
Photo Essay: Melrose Alley Street Art
Los Angeles is home to some of the best graffiti/street artists in the world, and the best place to see some of their best work is behind the alleys of Melrose Avenue. Whether you feel like graffiti/street art is legitimate art form, Melrose has been used as a canvas by street artists such as Banksy, Shepard Fairey, and the infamous street art collective, The CBS Crew. So next time your shopping at Melrose, don’t miss out on some amazing art by checking out the alleys behind the Melrose Avenue shops.
In Penance To The Verse
Frost house vandals learn about poetic justice
- Poet Robert Frost’s summer home trashed during teen’s beer party
- 28 young people charged, most with trespassing
- More than $10,000 in damage was done to the house
- Teens learn about poet’s work under court diversion program
MIDDLEBURY, Vermont (AP) — Call it poetic justice: More than two dozen young people who broke into Robert Frost’s former home for a beer party and trashed
the place are being required to take classes in his poetry as part of their punishment.
Using “The Road Not Taken” and another poem as jumping-off points, Frost biographer Jay Parini hopes to show the vandals the error of their ways — and the redemptive power of poetry.
The vandalism occurred at the Homer Noble Farm in Ripton, where Frost spent more than 20 summers before his death in 1963. Now owned by Middlebury College, the unheated farmhouse on a dead-end road is used occasionally by the college and is open in the warmer months.
On December 28, a 17-year-old former Middlebury College employee decided to hold a party and gave a friend $100 to buy beer. Word spread. Up to 50 people descended on the farm, the revelry turning destructive after a chair broke and someone threw it into the fireplace.
When it was over, windows, antique furniture and china had been broken, fire extinguishers discharged, and carpeting soiled with vomit and urine. Empty beer cans and drug paraphernalia were left behind. The damage was put at $10,600.
Twenty-eight people — all but two of them teenagers — were charged, mostly with trespassing.
About 25 ultimately entered pleas — or were accepted into a program that allows them to wipe their records clean — provided they underwent the Frost instruction. Some will also have to pay for some of the damage, and most were ordered to perform community service in addition to the classroom sessions. The man who bought the beer is the only one who went to jail; he got three days behind bars.
Parini, 60, a Middlebury College professor who has stayed at the house before, was eager to oblige when Quinn asked him to teach the classes. He donated his time for the two sessions.
On Wednesday, 11 turned out for the first, with Parini giving line-by-line interpretations of “The Road Not Taken” and “Out, Out-,” seizing on parts with particular relevance to draw parallels to their case.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,” he thundered, reciting the opening line of the first poem, which he called symbolic of the need to make choices in life.
“This is where Frost is relevant. This is the irony of this whole thing. You come to a path in the woods where you can say, `Shall I go to this party and get drunk out of my mind?”‘ he said. “Everything in life is choices.”
Even the setting had parallels, he said: “Believe me, if you’re a teenager, you’re always in the damned woods. Literally, you’re in the woods — probably too much you’re in the woods. And metaphorically you’re in the woods, in your life. Look at you here, in court diversion! If that isn’t `in the woods,’ what the hell is `in the woods’? You’re in the woods!”
Clubbers Now Using Preparation H Before Raves, And Not Only For the Morning After
Preparation H Finds Place in Club Circuit
Men May Be Clueless About the Real Effects of the Ointment
By LAUREN COX, ABC Medical Unit
Of all the drugs young people can use at clubs, the latest trend in New York may be the least hip among all circles: Preparation H.New York bouncer, blogger and author Rob Fitzgerald has noticed a trend among many of the macho young men waiting outside his clubs. He says the guys are slathering up their torsos with the hemorrhoid cream Preparation H to make themselves look “ripped” for the ladies.Fitzgerald asked one of these guys to describe the practice for his blog, Clublife, “The way you use it is to take your shirt off and rub it all over yourself before you go to the club,” a man who gave the alias, Peter Minichiello, says. “If you want to get [lucky], you have to know how to dance, and if you want girls to dance with you, you have to look ripped.””The bodybuilders I know use it on their obliques — their love handles — to take away any lingering water weight before shows,” Fitzgerald told ABC News. 
“The guys in the clubs heard about this, and the use of it spread virally like some kind of Internet meme.”Preparation H contains a medication called phenylephrine HCL that — when used for the drug’s intended purpose — will shrink the swollen tissues of hemorrhoids. It works by constricting the nearby blood vessels that feed blood and fluid to the area.But the ingredient doesn’t discriminate what kind of tissue it will shrink, hence the underground beauty tips of applying Preparation H under the eyes, on love handles or other places. None of which Wyeth, the makers of Preparation H, support.”Applying it to one’s chest is an off-label use of Preparation H,” said Milicent Brooks, a representative of Wyeth Consumer Healthcare. 
“We don’t approve or endorse any off-label uses.”Even if Preparation H actually thins skin over the muscles of bodybuilders, it won’t turn the clubber with an average build into Popeye.Dr. Darrell S. Rigel, clinical professor of dermatology at New York University Medical Center in New York City, said Preparation H can have more serious side effects inside the body. Since the active ingredient works by constricting blood vessels, Preparation H has the potential to raise blood pressure.”Probably if you put enough of it on, it would raise your blood pressure,” Rigel said. “It’s not designed to cover the whole area of your chest. It’s designed to cover a small part of your rear end.”[ click to read full article at ABCNews.com ]
Alton Kelley Gone
Press Release from The Earth Times
Alton Kelley
Posted on : 2008-06-02 | Author : Evolutionary Media Group
1940 – 2008 PETALUMA, Calif., June 2
Alton Kelley created a graphic style that rocked the world beginning in the psychedelic Sixties. His concert posters, logo designs, LP album covers, and fine art have forevermore defined that time. Kelley, born
(Photo: http://www.newscom.com/cgi-bin/prnh/20080602/LAM040)
He is survived by the true love of his life, Marguerite Trousdale Kelley. He also leaves his mother Annie, sister Kathy, and beloved children Patty, Yossarian, and
Kelley and his life-long collaborator Stanley Mouse are best known for their posters for “
They also created world-renowned posters and album covers for the Grateful Dead, Journey, Steve Miller, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, and others.
The two artists historically worked as a team, in their words “riffing off each other’s giggle.” They joyfully appropriated from historic sources, in one instance re-working an obscure nineteenth-century etching to create their iconic Grateful Dead “skeleton and roses” design. They combined vibrant Sixties color with French poster-making joi de vivre enthusiasm, and their own adapted technique, to generate compelling pieces often issued on a weekly basis, ultimately dazzling millions worldwide. Thus, they changed advertising art forever, as their posters were key examples of what became one of the most important art movements of the latter part of the twentieth century.
When Kelley (a native of 
San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district in late 1965 (the “Haight” was the epicenter of the hippie movement, culminating in the “Summer of Love” in 1967), they instantly recognized they were kindred spirits in what Mouse describes as “one of the juiciest scenes of all time.” Their concert posters, commissioned by Fillmore promoter Bill Graham and Graham’s rival, the Avalon’s Family Dog collective, were eagerly snapped up by bands and fans alike.
In the decades since, Mouse and Kelley’s classics have established even greater popularity, rivaling the interest long shown by collectors of French turn-of-the-century Belle Epoque art made famous by Toulouse-Lautrec and others.
“There is one word for Alton Kelley’s lifelong contribution, and that is ‘iconic.'” said Dell Furano, 
CEO of Signatures Network. “Kelley’s artwork, designs, posters, album covers, tour logos set a standard of inspired creativity that has remained as influential as the great San Francisco Rock Scene of the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s.”
In his later years, Kelley joyfully turned to illustrating hot rods and custom cars, as fine art paintings, and for t-shirts and other merchandise.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made at the Washington Mutual Western Street branch in Petaluma, CA for a memorial bench in a Sonoma County Park. A memorial event will be announced shortly.
For members of the press: photographs, selected artwork, and video bites are available by contacting: Jennifer Gross Evolutionary Media Group 323-658-8700 Jennifer@emgpr.com
These Weapons Always Jam
Good engineering, reliable performance, robust construction. They are icons of design that have not only shaped global conflicts but also our collective aesthetic sensibilities through countless films, TV shows and news images.
The Death Machines paper kits bring the contradictory experience of weapons into the home; admirably designed and aesthetically fascinating and simultaneously terrifying in their lethality. Each handmade part becomes a medium for the maker’s reaction to the subject.
The first in the Death Machines series, the paper AK-47, was published by Die Gestalten Verlag in 2007.
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Giant Alabama Blacksnake Threatens Public
The Old Man And The Poem
When Hemingway turned his hand to verse
Poems – unpublishable at the time – were scribbled at end of story collection
Mark Brown, arts correspondent
Wednesday June 4, 2008
The Guardian
Ernest Hemingway, pictured in 1944. Photograph: Corbis
There is probably a good reason Ernest Hemingway is known for his novels, short stories and journalism rather than his poetry, and it can be found in a remarkable first edition of his first American book. Clearly, he was not a great poet.Hemingway scribbled two poems – unpublishable at the time because of their rudeness – in the 1925 first edition of In Our Time for his lifelong friend and drinking buddy Jack Cowles. The volume’s current owner, Mark Hime, said: “We’re not talking TS Eliot here.”
The inscribed book shines a light on how Hemingway, who suffered depression throughout his life, was feeling at the time and also makes clear his disdain at being edited: he has handwritten all the original words in the short story collection changed by his US publishers.
The book is heading to London as one of the most eye-catching attractions of this weekend’s antiquarian book fair at Olympia, where more than 160 booksellers offer the chance to pick up rare editions of everything from the Aeneid to Harry Potter.
Hemingway was obviously delighted at having In Our Time published in America, and Cowles was one of his closest friends. He wrote: “To Jack Cowles on Valentine’s Day (this has no sexual significance) Ernest Hemingway.”
Above the inscription Hemingway has drawn a pierced bleeding heart with an arrow pointing to drops of blood and annotated it: “blood ($2.00 worth)”.
In the back of the book, on two of the blank endpapers, are the poems. One is a humorous defence of the “lost generation”, the name given by Gertrude Stein to the expatriate American writers living in Paris in the 1920s who met up in the bars and cafes to drink and set the world to rights.
By some accounts it sounds like one long party as the likes of Hemingway, F Scott Fitzgerald and Ezra Pound lived it up in Montparnasse. The poem is called The Age Demanded. The second poem is called The Earnest Liberal’s Lament and disparages St Valentine’s Day.
Elsewhere, Hemingway has changed the text where his publishers have decided his original words – mostly about trying to make a baby – go too far.
Hime, who owns California-based bookseller Biblioctopus, is selling the edition for £75,000. He agreed the poetry was not great but said the first edition was remarkable. “There is nothing like this, even in the Kennedy Library: Hemingway didn’t do this sort of thing. I’ve seen lots of inscribed books but nothing with this much in it.
“I think at the time Hemingway was feeling really good, he was back with his friends, he was having a good time, he’s having a book published in America, he thinks he’s going to be famous and he’s just excited.”
This year’s fair will also feature the only surviving copy of Shelley’s Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things, printed in Oxford in 1811, which was written to raise money for the Irish journalist Peter Finnerty. There will also be rare photographs on sale, including ones which capture an encounter with Australian Aborigines in 1891.
When a Persian woman challenges the young Comedian Aristophanes to become a Tragedian…
Playwright/actor is a fine dramaturge with the ear of a poet
When 26-year-old actor Matthew Amendt decided to write a play, he could have done what plenty of others his age have done: scribbled down some ironic, self-referential, comic tripe that would provide stage time for himself and his buddies. Instead, he looked to antiquity and penned a 2 1/2-hour story imagining what would happen if Aristophanes — the best known ancient writer of comedy — had attempted to write a noble tragedy.
Only a young man would attempt such an unbridled, uncommercial act of chutzpah. And while “The Comedian’s Tragedy” isn’t perfect, it’s a work of such lyric beauty, such prescient wisdom, such clarity of vision and such contemporary resonance that I’m going to rave about it anyway: This isn’t just a good first play. It’s a good play, period.
As it tells the story of an artist struggling with his conscience and his muse (Tracey Maloney, feisty and fine), “The Comedian’s Tragedy” deftly mixes the high-blown language of the ancient plays with a contemporary sensibility — a blend made manifest in Ron Menzel’s elegant, excuse-me-please turn as the Chorus Leader.
Amendt plays Aristophanes, blending Method Actor heat with classical actor cool to ask the Big Questions of that age and ours. Can art change the world? Do we dare to hope? Would you die for your ideals or live to fight for them? The story is told with measures of naivete and hard-won experience, sensuality and violence, finished off with a dollop of existentialism.
Amendt is a fine actor, but his dramaturgical gyroscope is impeccable, and he has a poet’s ear for the well-turned phrase. What lovelier compliment can you pay someone than to say, “You run, and the light chases you”? What more damning indictment of an adversary than to call him “folly made flesh”? And what more potent image of the power of drama than to claim that “the trees themselves bent their branches” to hear a tale?
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James Frey Speaks Out In London
James Frey speaks about his new book ‘Bright Shiny Morning’, what happened with Oprah and how he feels he has been treated by the world’s media.
Harpo Building Designated As Mistreatment-Free Zone
Memo Pad: Oprah Talks…
Published: Tuesday, June 03, 2008
OPRAH TALKS: Oprah Winfrey rarely sits down for interviews, but now is as good a time as any. According to several reports (including a lengthy one on May 26 in The New York Times), her empire might be facing some tough times. Her ABC show “Oprah’s Big Give” was canceled; the circulation of O, The Oprah Magazine has fallen 8 percent in three years, to 2.4 million, according to Audit Bureau of
Circulations (a decline mirrored by many of the title’s peers), and Nielsen Media Research ratings for “The Oprah Winfrey Show” reportedly show viewership has declined 7 percent this year. As she preps for the 2009 launch of her own television network, OWN (Oprah Winfrey Network), Winfrey opened up to Black Enterprise in the June issue to talk about lessons learned during her years in business. She claims none of her business ventures have come out of forethought: “I haven’t planned one thing — ever. I have just been led by a strong instinct, and I have made choices based on what was right for me at the time.” She also doesn’t judge a business venture by its profitability. “I don’t care about money,” said the woman who’s worth $2.5 billion. “It throws people off all the time in business meetings. They start shuffling papers.”
Speaking of meetings, writes Black Enterprise editorial director Sonia Alleyne, Winfrey takes them all: “In her 22 years of business, she remembers canceling only three meetings due to dire situations,” the article states. “‘The greatest fear for me of ever canceling is that you’re going to disappoint somebody,’ [Winfrey] explains.”
She also believes in treating her staff well. At Harpo Inc. in Chicago, employees are treated to Google-esque office amenities. “There is a cafe on premises as well as Club Harpo, a workout facility, and the Spa at Harpo.” And according to Winfrey, “I don’t yell at people, I don’t mistreat people. I don’t talk down to people, so no one else in this building, in this vicinity, has the right to do it.” — Stephanie D. Smith
Yves St. Laurent Is Gone
He Put a Swagger In Women’s Steps
Yves Saint Laurent Threaded His Designs With an Empowering Aesthetic
By Robin Givhan
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, June 2, 2008; C01
Often, when a fashion designer dies and his life’s work is assessed, some insistent hyperbole is necessary before the death matters to anyone beyond his loyal band of ladies who spend their time dashing between luncheons and charity balls. Most modern women are not going to weep at the passing of a fashion designer whose heyday was some 30 years ago.
But this time, it’s Yves Saint Laurent who has died. He passed away yesterday evening, at age 71, at his Paris home. And no exaggeration is required to explain the impact he has had on modern fashion. In the 1960s and ’70s, when he was at the height of his influence, he brought popular culture, a mannish swagger, sexual power and ethnic awareness to fashion. He gave women a wardrobe that spoke of confidence and authority. He didn’t give them armor for the boardroom as much as he gave them the sartorial equivalent of chutzpah, tough talk and bawdiness. He gave dames and broads their costumes.
Saint Laurent elevated youth culture and street style by equating it with the confections whipped up in a fancy atelier. And most important, he began fashion’s steady march toward democracy and the dissolution of the industry’s stultifying hierarchy.
Because of Saint Laurent, women’s closets are filled with now-classic garments that have become the backbone of a wardrobe. Items such as the safari jacket and “le smoking” — a tuxedo — have become such standard parts of a woman’s everyday life that it is difficult to remember a time when they did not exist. Avant-garde designers such as Rei Kawakubo and Yohji Yamamoto have been influenced by Saint Laurent and the way in which he feminized menswear. Halston drew upon the sexual ease in a Saint Laurent garment.
While designer Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel championed the notion of women in trousers, it was Saint Laurent who sold the public on the idea. Saint Laurent put women in pants. It’s as simple and as influential as that. Without him, how would our mind’s eye see the authoritative ease expressed by Nancy Pelosi and Hillary Clinton? That accomplishment alone would have been enough to secure him a place in history.
But Saint Laurent was not merely a part of fashion history, he was instrumental in writing the vast majority of it. He popularized the bohemian-chic sensibility that later went on to define the hippie aesthetic and its many artsy, grungy, hipster derivations. He welcomed so-called exotic and unorthodox influences into his work, such as the traditional prints of Africa and the folkloric costumes 
of Russia. He forged a relationship between fashion and the art world, most dynamically with his Mondrian dress of 1965. Without Saint Laurent, there would arguably be no Marc Jacobs, so greatly influenced by the work of Takashi Murakami, Stephen Sprouse and Richard Prince.
“Most people are lucky if they can do one thing, if they can make one major contribution,” fashion historian Valerie Steele said last night. Saint Laurent’s contributions could fill volumes.
Seattle WORDS & WINE Interview with James Frey
More Dust Than Digital documents this conversation between Warren Etheredge and James Frey. The conversation took place as part of Seattle’s Words and Wine series.
Video production by Harry Calbom, Austin Wilson, Adam Bale, and Jeremy Thornburg.
Music by Ellis Hawes.
Friggin’ Rodents
Venice officials take on city’s pigeons
Luigi Costantini / Associated Press
RULING THE ROOST: Pigeons swarm around a bird-feed vendor in St. Mark’s Square in 2007. Venetian officials, who have banned bird-feed vendors and anyone else from feeding the birds, say the policy is showing results.
They say the birds, with their poop and pecking, are ruining Italy’s art and architecture and harassing tourists and customers. But some animal activists are flouting a ban on feeding them.
Venice, Italy
The pigeons are hungry. Venetian pirates to the rescue!
A band of animal lovers armed with skull-and-crossbones flags zips over the choppy Venice lagoon in speedboats. They dock at the palace-lined piazza, lug out 20-pound sacks of birdseed and scatter the food for all to eat. Or peck. The pirate pigeon-
saviors have made three lightning raids into St. Mark’s, the first two at the crack of dawn and now, at midday, to deliberately confront the police and their ban on feeding the birds.
So goes Venice’s battle over its ever-multiplying pigeons. “Flying rats,” in the view of the mayor — airborne menaces that poop all over precious, centuries-old marble statues. “Cool,” in the view of many tourists — can you imagine a picture of St. Mark’s without them?
“Overfeeding is a problem because those that are ill and not strong live longer than they should,” Belcaro says from his office overlooking the Grand Canal. “It is no longer a natural thing.”
Once the mighty center of a seafaring empire, Venice has fought off predators for centuries, from invading armies coveting its strategic location and ample wealth, to the rising ocean tides that are slowly engulfing its islands. Modern times brought a new set of threats, including smog, water pollution, hordes of tourists and the pigeons. Officials argue that the pigeons’ highly acidic guano seeps into fissures in thousands of marble monuments and building facades, weakening the structures. In addition, they scratch and peck at the marble, seeking its calcium content as a nutrient, doing further costly damage.
Renata Codello, an official with the Italian Cultural Works Ministry, says the pigeons are destroying Venice’s architectural heritage. The poop, she says, is a biohazard, igniting a chain reaction producing algae, spores and fungus, while the birds are potential carriers of diseases and nasty bugs.
“They treat the pigeons like they were demons,” says Paolo Mocavero, head of the 100% Animalisti organization that conducts the pirate feeding operations. The city’s decade-old practice of using wide nets to capture pigeons is especially objectionable, activists say. “The pigeons suffer a lot,” says Gianpaolo Pamio of the Bird Protection League. “I want to know what the city is doing with the pigeons. Are they going to end up on our plates?”
“It’s sad, but what can we do?” Belcaro says. He dismisses alternatives that activists propose, such as trying to ply the birds with contraceptives. Birth control, which has to be consumed regularly, is difficult to administer efficiently in such a huge, nomadic population, he says.
Even in the first weeks of the birdseed ban policy (pirate feedings aside), Belcaro says, he already sees success in a notable decline in the number of birds congregating in St. Mark’s Square. True, there may be slightly fewer of them, but they seem to be getting a bit more aggressive. After all, food shortages often lead to riots.
Under the porticoes of the creamy Doges’ Palace on a sun-filled late morning in May, one pigeon went after a woman with an apple. She danced and bobbed to get away, screaming, “Let me go! GO AWAY!” Still, most of the waddling bevies of tourists seemed to delight in the pigeons. Americans, Russians and Japanese played the stunt of stretching out arms, then squealing when birds alighted, as friends and family snapped photos. One Spanish-speaking woman had no fewer than 10 pigeons on her arms, shoulders, head and purse. Real Hitchcock material.
“I like the pigeons,” says tourist Hunter Latour, 18, from West Palm Beach, Fla. “It’s part of the experience of coming to Venice and to St. Mark’s, the attraction. Take that away and you lose something.”
“The pigeons are a part of the history of Venice,” vendor Daniela D’Este says. Take away the pigeons, she says, and “it’s like Venice without the gondolas.”
Loogie Lovin’ Black Lips
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Maxwell’s Rock/Pop/Etc., Music The singer of this Atlanta band is known for hocking wads of spit into the air only to land them on his tongue seconds later. I’ve never tried to catch a loogie in my own mouth—it’s basically spitting on yourself, which isn’t cool or punk or revivalist. Spitting on others is a different story, but who wants to deal with messy saliva stains in 2008? Remember: There’s a difference between the Stooges and stooges. With Gringo Star. DOMBAL. |
Olsen Twins And Prince Gett Off at Annual Book Orgy
The buttoned-down publishing industry went Hollywood over the weekend as booksellers gathered for BookExpo America, their annual convention. USA TODAY’s Jocelyn McClurg and Carol Memmott report from Los Angeles. Olsens use their ‘Influence’
Young stars Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen mingled with 70 booksellers at a party in West Hollywood to promote their glossy October book, Influence. The bash wasn’t open to reporters, but Mary-Kate got on the phone later to talk about the project and why the twins wanted the word out early. “It was the first party to launch the book, and we just wanted booksellers to know that we’re really excited about it,” says Olsen, 21. “We worked so hard on it.” In the photo-heavy Influence (Razorbill, $35), Mary-Kate and Ashley together and separately interview 22 actors, designers and photographers they consider influential, including Karl Lagerfeld, Lauren Hutton, Diane von Furstenberg and Margherita Missoni. There will be two jackets, with a different Olsen on each front cover and the other on the back. “We wanted it to be an inspiring book about people who are successful,” Olsen says. “Sometimes we all get lost in the process of our lives, and it’s inspiring to hear others’ stories and to know there will be ups and downs and to hear how they got through it.” Does Mary-Kate, who describes herself as a perfectionist, think she is an influential fashion icon? “You would have to ask someone else that,” she demurred. — J.M. One night with Prince
Star-struck booksellers could schmooze with any number of celebrity authors, including Barbara Walters, who autographed her best seller Audition. But one ticket was the hottest: an invite to the home of rock star Prince, whose first book, 21 Nights, arrives in September. Guests wandered the palatial home and grounds in the hills above L.A. but never encountered the private rocker until he stepped onto an outdoor stage at 1:45 a.m. Saturday and gave a free concert in his own backyard. It was worth the wait: a 1 hour, 15 minute set, mostly covers of other artists, including Sly and the Family Stone, The Beatles and the Doobie Brothers. The show ended after 3, with Purple Rain and 1999, and Prince saying it was time to let the neighbors get some sleep. 21 Nights (Atria, $50) is based on his 21 concerts in 21 nights in London last year. — J.M. |
NYT Puzzles In Tribute to Noah Webster
Puzzles: Noah’s Art
Amy Goldstein, Mike Shenk and Robert Leighton
No. 1 Finding the Perfect Word
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No. 2 Breaking Your Word
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No. 3 Get a Word In Edgewise
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No. 4 From the Word Go
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No. 5 In So Many Words
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No. 6 Mark My Words!
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No. 7 The Last Word
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View all the puzzles (pdf) together.
Bo Diddley Gone
Bo Diddley’s Dead
Thank the heavens we knew Diddley.
Bo Diddley, the rock ‘n’ roll architect whose trademark shuffling rhythm powered everyone from Buddy Holly to the Rolling Stones to Jack White, but whose most famous duet partner might have been athlete Bo Jackson in the famed Nike commercials, died today after years of declining health. He was 79.
Inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1987, Diddley’s signature hits included “Who Do You Love?” and the self-titled riff, “Bo Diddley.”
Damien’s Lamb Becomes Latest Victim Of Police State
Guns guard Damien Hirst’s lamb at BCAM
Mel Melcon, Los Angeles Times
ART GUARD: BCAM uses armed guards to protect its treasures, including “Away from the Flock,” by Damien Hirst.
Armed security is not common at museums. But at LACMA, a formaldehyde work raises safety concerns.
As you stroll through the Broad Contemporary Art Museum, images of guns confront you, including Andy Warhol’s hip-swiveling, gun-slinging “Elvis,” Chris Burden’s Los Angeles policemen and the gun-brandishing fascist thugs of Leon Golub. And there are other armed men at BCAM.
On a recent day, at least three security officers with holstered guns and batons guarded the new Los Angeles County Museum of Art addition. One carries a 9-millimeter pistol. Another, armed with a .38-caliber pistol, is assigned to stand a few feet in front of an artwork with a dead lamb, embalmed in a tank filled with formaldehyde and water, created by British artist Damien Hirst.
The current guard in front of the Hirst piece has been there about a month, guards say, noting the potential for vandals to smash the tank and create a toxic leak. BCAM was evacuated for about an hour in April when a drop of formaldehyde about the size of a quarter leaked from the Hirst work, which is called “Away From the Flock.” Another museum spokeswoman said that a change in barometric pressure was responsible and that a conservator had resealed the case.
Art heists
In a world of sensational art heists, armed guards at museums filled with priceless works might not seem surprising. “The Scream,” Edvard Munch’s emblematic “Skrik” of existential angst, went back on display at the Munch Museum in Oslo this month after being stolen in 2004 and recovered, with some damage, in 2006. In the last 20 years, vandals have urinated on a Marcel Duchamp urinal at the Tate Modern, vomited on Mondrian’s “Composition in Black, Red and White” at New York’s Museum of Modern Art and poured black ink into the formaldehyde encasing a Damien Hirst lamb at London’s Serpentine Gallery.
“Several museums feel that the risk of a shootout, where many of the public may be hurt, is a bigger concern,” Hall wrote in an e-mail. “They would rather have the police respond. Some institutions face risks, though, where they feel they need armed officers as a deterrent, and to protect visitors and staff. . . . Risk varies, from location to location.”
‘A kind of paranoia’
One LACMA visitor, Laura Silagi, a Venice artist, said she first noticed the armed guard in front of the Hirst piece a few weeks ago. “I’ve never in my life seen armed guards in a museum,” she said. “It interferes with an art experience. There’s a kind of paranoia attached to it.”
Inside BCAM, one armed guard is stationed in front of Hirst’s white lamb, entombed in a glass case that shows some condensation at the top.
Nearby is a device marked “Formaldehyde monitoring” and “Do not touch,” with instructions to call the number for the “Conservation Center” with any questions. The Environmental Protection Agency classifies formaldehyde as a probable carcinogen, with immediate respiratory risks.
“Some crazy guy could smash it with a hammer, and the formaldehyde would spill all over the floor, and it could take two weeks to clean up,” the guard, who declined to give his name, said of the Hirst work.
anne-marie.oconnor@latimes .com
STUCK In America’s Windshield
Hit-and-run drives this taut drama
‘Stuck’ Thriller about a hit-and-run victim trapped in a windshield. With Mena Suvari, Stephen Rea. Directed by Stuart Gordon (1:25).R: Violence, sexuality. At the Angelika.
Horror and gore, in the right hands, can free up ideas. David Cronenberg refined himself through great psycho-chillers, and Sam Raimi and George Romero didn’t let blood get in the way of satire. Writer-director Stuart Gordon is the same way, though his output has been spotty since the 1985 cult favorite “Re-Animator.”
But Gordon was inspired when he came upon a disturbing true story in 2001: A homeless man, hit by a car driven by a woman who didn’t want to report the accident, spent hours trapped in her windshield before dying. Gordon turned that story into “Stuck,” and, with scripter John Strysik, altered it to make a taut drama that manages to be thoughtful without forgetting it’s a creep-out.
Mena Suvari is Brandi, first seen conscientiously cleaning up after residents at the nursing home where she works. After a night of partying with drug-dealer boyfriend Rashid (Russell Hornsby), Brandi gets behind the wheel and hits Tom (Stephen Rea), a down-on-his-luck guy whose day began by being evicted from a fleabag hotel before being shooed away by an employment agency.
When Tom goes sailing into Brandi’s front window, her initial terror turns to trickiness. She pulls into her garage, intending for Tom to just die there. But he doesn’t: While she and Rashid have sex and do what they can to hurry along his demise, Tom attempts to free himself from the shards of glass keeping him attached to the car. From the glimpses into his life prior to the accident, he’s had bad breaks. This one, however, he’s going to fight.
Rarely do films show the systemic disregard faced by people living on the edge, the little pushes that hurry along a slipping-down life. “The Pursuit of Happyness” was maybe the last. This movie actually takes time to know its characters. Tom’s descent to sleeping in a park is mirrored by Brandi’s eagerness to get promoted. Suvari (“American Beauty”) and, especially, Rea (“The Crying Game”) show how hunger for respect can bring out a person’s true colors.
Of course, “Stuck” is anything but high-minded. Any movie that has bloody windshield wipers, ripped-up faces and people on fire really just wants to get a reaction. Gordon wields horror traditions like a scalpel – will the neighbor come to the rescue? Do we root for the monster or the victim? Don’t go with a weak stomach. But expect it to be turned into knots.
Happy Emos “not afraid to keep on living” – Mothers feel safe leaving newly chipper kids alone to go shopping
Emo runs high as fans defend band against Daily Mail
Fans of My Chemical Romance came from all over the country but the atmosphere was more carnival fairground than protest. Photograph: Anna Gordon
There are few things that would drag a typical teenager out of bed early on a Saturday morning, but defending the honour of a beloved band from tabloid attacks is probably one of them.
Around 100 My Chemical Romance fans had already gathered at Marble Arch, in central London, by 10.30 this morning – not bad given that organisers had given the protest a 12-hour window, of 10am to 10pm, and that there was a last minute change of venue.
The fans were objecting to Daily Mail reports describing My Chemical Romance as a “suicide cult band” and linking the recent suicide of a Peckham schoolgirl, Hannah Bond, 13, to the fact that she had started following the band two weeks before her death.
The Daily Mail has called the New Jersey-based band one of the foremost of the “suicide cult” groups forming part of the “emo” phenomenon. The paper described “emo” as a teenage trend that started in the US in the 1980s and was “characterised by depression, self-injury and suicide”. Its followers, the tabloid said, wore tight jeans, studded belts and wristbands and had dyed-black hair and long fringes obscuring their faces.
The atmosphere at the protest was more carnival fairground than riot, with fans clutching balloons and soft toys and singing My Chemical Romance songs loudly and passionately – but not always tunefully. Lyrics included “teenagers scare the living shit out of me” and “I’m not afraid to keep on living”.
A few were dressed in typical dark, “emo” fashion but most followed the request of the organisers, who had written on the website: “Please consider dressing to suit the day … Don’t try to dress stereotypically.” Many of the fans had homemade shirts with positive slogans such as, “Think happy thoughts.”
“I love MCR, it saves lives. The Daily Mail are liars and all they want to do is put the youth against the adults; they just hate us and it’s really unnecessary, it’s just wrong,” she said. “I’ve read a couple of the [Mail] articles and they’ve actually misquoted lyrics and the research was so badly done, it was unbelievable. I actually thought [the story] was a hoax when I found it on the internet.”
Vikki Bourne, who came to the protest from Crawley in West Sussex with her daughter Kayleigh, 15, and their dog, Jack, said they were both huge fans of My Chemical Romance and had a closer relationship as a result.
“Emos are being portrayed as self-harming and suicidal and miserable and they’re not,” she said. “Since my daughter met the friends she’s got, she’s happy, she’s got a social life, she’s not suicidal, she’s got confidence. It’s about the music and being friends and having fun.
“It’s a waste of time, there’s no one here today,” one security guard told MediaGuardian.co.uk. “Look at them – they’re eating their lunch and their mums are off shopping.”
One of the few boys to attend today’s protest, Craig Goodwin, 17, from Upminster in Essex, said he was there with the blessing of his parents. “They didn’t mind – my dad used to do protests because he was a rocker back when it was mods and rockers, and my mum liked My Chemical Romance, so she didn’t care, either,” he said.
“I know people who’ve done it [self harm] in the past but they’ve always come through it. Some have listened to MCR and it’s built their confidence up so they could come back like they were before.”