She buries herself in sand! What DOESN’T this woman do?! Image via iam.beyonce.com
I want to be her. The images of Beyonce at the beach make me happy, in the sort of “you’re really rich, talented, famous, beautiful and successful, and I bet that drags you down a lot. I’m so glad you’re on yachts in the ocean with wifi, your sister, and a personal chef.”
It’s really cool to look through all her photos, because they aren’t just paparazzi shots. Paparazzi shots have a double dose of wicked behind them. You see Beyoncé at a basketball game in a magazine or blog, but seeing similar photos on her own blog puts a personal effect to it. Instead of a “STAR SPOTTING!!!” it’s date night at a b-ball game with beer, shitty food and Jay. In a way, it normalizes her vastly non-normal, high class life. Check out the rest of her pictures here. They are beautiful and awesome.
Image via iam.beyonce.comImage via iam.beyonce.com
WHAAAA!!!! I’m so sad to read that one of my favorite electronic/pop bands, Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head, aka NPSH and also Brite Futures is disbanding. (NPSH was the original name, they changed it to Brite Futures after Natalie Portman was allegedly annoyed. Vegans are the worst!)
I first saw NPSH when they opened for Lily Allen at First Ave. in Minneapolis. They had to play in front of this white sheet that was hung up as part of Lily’s act. They had a small portion of the stage, with all their instruments crowding the area. At the time, there were 5 of them in the band, pictured above.
Opening for Lily Allen on 4/11/2009. Photo by Brianna Kolb
As it goes with many opening acts, you kind of just want them to get their shit done and leave so you can see who you bought the ticket for. But this was different. They were young, poppy, energetic and with some seriously fun, dancey songs. It’s not often a band can make you dance and fall in love with them upon first listen. I’ve forgotten more opening acts than I can remember. NPSH was definitely the best fresh opener I’ve ever seen in my entire show-going experience. (The Pussycat Dolls opening for Britney? Uh, hell nah!)
I am sad, but understanding that one of my most beloved bands, NPSH (I never call the Brite Futures, it just feels wrong) is breaking up. They formed in high school, never got a really solid radio hit even though they totally deserved it with their weird electronic dance pop.
Here’s what they had to say on their Facebook page:
Friends, BFFs, everyone,
It is with many bittersweet feelings that we announce that as of next month* Brite Futures will cease to be an active band, and we will no longer be creating or playing music together. After almost seven years as a band (more than a quarter of our lives) we’ve unanimously reached the decision that it’s time to move on to other adventures—the irony of which, for a band with our name, is not lost on us. This separation is not due to a falling out or any ill feelings between us personally, but with the band’s momentum dying down and other aspirations beckoning, we’ve begun to look toward the next stage in our lives. And that’s exciting at the same time as it’s sad to leave behind a pursuit that saw us grow up together, from awkward high school spazzes singing about our first beards to more confident young adults.
For a project that started on a whim as an “acapella electronic band” at a high school lunch table that was never meant to leave our parents’ basements or a few friends’ iPods, we’ve experienced more in our time together than we could have ever dreamt. Of the band posters lining our bedroom walls that we gazed at daily while growing up, we’ve had the privilege of touring or performing alongside six of those pictured (Lily Allen, Weezer, CSS, The Go-Team, The Ting Tings, and The Faint). We’ve also been signed to a major record label, had music and a video in a major motion picture, and played shows across the country and internationally. Our high-school-sophomore-selves probably wouldn’t believe it if we told them now. Just the fact that people all around the world have listened to the music we created almost entirely out of a small bedroom in Seattle is mind-blowing, and we’ll be forever grateful. I think we can be proud too.
SADSIES! Read the rest of their farewell letter over at their Facebook page. RIP my beautiful NPSH. I will forever jam to your songs in my car, at the gym, and on sunny days laying outside. Love you guys, and can’t wait to hear any of your next projects!
Listen to these songs and fall in love with a dead band:
LA Noir (The breakdown in this song gets me every time, it’s fucking fantastic)
Iceage Babeland
Beard Lust (I listened to this song for two weeks straight in May 2009)
It’s exactly how it sounds. Rihanna has FINALLY come to her senses and unfollowed Chris Brown. Holy shit, breaking news. (so sad that our entertainment industry is so spotty that celebrity drama is like it’s own, real life show told through gossip bloggers in LA and magazines)
Thank you, Pope, for asking God for this miracle. We really owe you one. Image via polishamericancenter.org
After Chris Brown released a version of Kanye’s “Theraflu” in which he freestyles “Don’t f*ck with my old bitches / like a bad fur / every industry n*gga done had her.” WTF. Rihanna suspects it’s about her, because why wouldn’t it be she’s fuckingRihanna. Chris Brown is like the lowest life form imaginable. He beats the shit out of her, she forgives him and they remix songs together (and maybe some sex) and then she probably got bored and left him for good, spawning a tasteless verse in a remix of a Kanye song.
Is that gonna be a recurring plot? Like once a year someone gets salty at an ex in a remixed version of anything Kanye. Katy Perry would be first in line I bet.
Rihanna is becoming quite the leading lady in the tabloids. Unfollowing Chris Brown on Twitter is like the reality show star announcing a pregnancy. Those raggy mags are soaking up ALL the social media drama! What modern times!
It’s like Gossip Girl meets middle-class, mid-to-late 20s, comedy. Plus James Van der Beek. Image via medialifemagazine.com
This is why you should be watching Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23:
James van der Beek plays himself. No, really. That Ke$ha video really saved his career.
It’s sitcom-y, but without the laugh track, horrible lighting and annoying characters on How I Met Your Mother (yeah, I said it!)
The characters are awesome. One supporting is a pervert who lives across the alley who is also good at psychology. Exciting! The girl who lives down the hall is obsessed with one of the main characters, Chloe, and follows her and shit. Chloe is a scheming party girl that you can’t help but love. Sold yet?
It’s about 20 somethings in New York, but what isn’t?!
Chloe’s wardrobe is awesome.
This is too much fun. Image via ibtimes.com
Chloe is always drunk.
June is the other main character. She’s from Indiana (I think) and is the naive, “good girl” who is a worry-wort, had a life plan (gross) and an MBA, but can’t get a real job because the economy blows. She freaks out about everything.
One Million Moms (73 women with mall highlights) hates the show because it is “sexually-explicit”. Bahaha!
Seriously, this show is so weird, and so awesome in a way that makes you feel cool for being in your 20s, not depressing yet honest a la Girls. For your afternoon pleasure, here’s the link to watch the episodes. There are 5. I’m halfway through them, and already jealous of you if you have not seen this show yet.
HOLY SHIZ. Jon Hamm, what a sweetheart. He says what everyone needs to hear, regardless of age or relationship status: we’re all human,we fart, we all get crushes, and have your own style. Fuck yeah Jon Hamm!
Have you ever seen Zach Galifianakis’ faux interview show “Between Two Ferns”? If not, you’re missing out. This shit is weird, awkward and hilarious. Here’s a link to Comedy Central’s “Between Two Ferns” special where big Z interviews Tina Fey, Jon Stewart and Sir Richard Branson in New York Citay.
Also, since it’s Monday and those suck, here are some other videos of “Between Two Ferns”
Vidal Sassoon beauty, pixie cut forager, Woody Allen muse, Woody Allen muse, Frank Sinatra’s ex (she was 21, he was 50. WHAT THE WHAT!!!), humanitarian activist and film icon. I read once somewhere that she got so sick of fame and acting that she gave all of her money away to starving children somewhere. #thatshitcray
She’s a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador who focuses on fighting child hunger and tirelessly posts on her Twitter about all the injustices in the world. Someone needs to send this girl on a vacay, stat.
She’s also adopted many children throughout the years, along with having children biologically with husbands here and there. Possibly her most famous family drama was when she discovered that her then husband, Woody Allen, was having sex with her adopted daughter from a previous marriage, Soon-Yi. That story will never not be creepy.
Nevertheless, Rosemary’s Babyis a frightening and amazing film, her bone structure let women everywhere feel confident about short hair and it’s always nice to fight for the rights of people who don’t have a good leg up in this world.
I love Coldplay more than lots of people like to admit. This cover of the Beastie Boys’ “FFYRTP” is in true Coldplay mellow-rock form and is a beautiful tribute to Adam Yauch and the BBoys themselves. Definitely give it a listen.
“Intergalactic” came on at the club last night and everyone went cray cray. Here’s to a resurge of Beastie Boys music in the world’s clubs, because those songs are bamboo bangas.