"I'd spent the previous night inside the Pune train station; I was dirty and hungry. The 27-hour train ride from Delhi had aged me and I could not afford to look any older than I am. Reza was born the year I was a senior in high school, and though he says age doesn't matter, it does. Or it will when I'm 70 and he's 52. His taxi from Mumbai would be there within the hour, if everything went according to plan, and I needed to look like someone he did not regret having slept with and might possibly want to sleep with again. My plan was to check into our room and clean up good before he got there..." Read More
SPIN | The First Coachella Festival Puts Betty Crocker to Shame
80 Bands. No Nasty Aftertaste.
"Coachella was like cake made with high quality ingredients measured and mixed just right, from the powdered sugar electronica of Lamb to the rich batter of Ben Harper. A specially imported audience of thousands stirred to the beats and baked in the sun. On day one (October 9), the Chemical Brothers cooked it up and Beck spread on the icing. On day two (October 10), Rage Against the Machine set the candles on fire and Tool blew them away with one loud roar..."
"The other day I was in a taxi shuttling between Bhutan's capital city of Thimphu and Paro Valley along the Pa Chhu river. I sat cleaved between two ladies in the back seat. As we passed the beautiful 14th century Gonpa of Thangtong Gyalpo, the woman next to me tilted the last bit of water out of a plastic bottle into her mouth then started to roll down the window. The air in my lungs froze and before I could say a word, she'd tossed it out the window. 'How? How could you do that?' I blurted. 'Why?' She was a peasant woman and the driver kindly translated for me. Everyone in the car was chuckling at my consternation. 'She said it's ok it will go into the river,' said the driver..." Full article here. READ MORE FC ARTICLES HERE.
SPIN ONLINE | The Matrix Premiere
The fast breaking beats of the Propellorheads flooded Hollywood Boulevard last night as movie stars slinked across the red carpet at the opening of Warner Brothers’ futuristic mind fuck, The Matrix. Keanu Reeves, who stars as Neo in the film, was looking fine with a girl on each arm and a tanned glow. He said he was not surprised that the Wachowski brother’s didn’t invite Dogstar to play on the soundtrack. 'They were looking for something a little more techno,' he said. He liked the soundtrack anyway which features Rage Against the Machine and Marilyn Manson. 'I think it’s great,' Reeves told us that he’s been listening to Archers of Loaf and 'some Indian stuff' lately. George Clooney isn’t in The Matrix but he came, stag and fit. He stopped to tell us what he’s been listening to. 'Right now I’ve got all these old Hank Williams tunes ‘cuz I’m working on a job,' he said with a winking nod, 'But usually I’d be listening to Everlast. I got it a long time ago but I still like it'..."
"Creativity: the most primal instinct of humankind, without it we would not exist. Creation is the work of Zeus, Shiva, and the biblical God -- and on particularly productive days when the juices are flowing, creativity can make us humans feel like we exist on their level. It is easy to see why the ecstasy of sex and art are often compared to the ecstasy of heightened religious experience. Coming out of an intense creative session -- leaving the recording studio, stepping out of the corner café, shutting off the lights of the workshop -- one feels such sweet bliss, the sweetest, the one that arises only when the creative instinct is satisfied..." READ MORE
"The fact that I spend a lot of energy trying to maintain an act was never more painfully clear than it was last week when I had a meltdown on live television. With shallow breath I stood dressed in a wrinkled orange satin frock that belonged to a man in fur shorts, my face painted blue, looking into the bottomless black eye of the camera, trying to keep it together. It. My act. Not my onscreen performance but my act of being sane, a person labeled Noa..." Read More
"It begins in the nucleus of an egg cell. Chromosomes meet. The Xs and Ys determine how cortical sex cords will form. For the first few weeks of fertilization, boys are no different than girls. Only in the ninth week does it become clear that the gonads will keep growing and become testes, or turn inward and develop under cover as ovaries. The female experience begins. Folding inward. Some cultures honor the mysterious unseen qualities of womanhood, but it is far more common to give power to what is seen. The girl is often expected to remain hidden, smaller, silent. Or decorative, available, and sweet. There are women who rebel and raise their voices, fight. Their battles are waged in the seemingly safe lawns of suburbia, bright classrooms, shopping malls. Battle scars appear in these seemingly benign environments. The fragile ribs of an anorexic. The deformed foot stepping out of a stiletto. The false laughter ringing through the halls of a high school..." VIEW VIRTUAL EXHIBITION
BED BLOG | Sleeping Around
I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know. Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.