Trying to prove that as many men wish death upon him as upon his hero 50-cent, German rapper Massiv may have got one of his buddies to bust some caps in him, the Independent reports.
Naturally, his new album, One Man One Word, is due out next month. I wonder what the word is. If I had one word, it would be ”Pillock”.
This cat should take a note from Hungarian hip hopper Speak and just Stop a war.
(Speak video found through Boingboing.net)
I was in Italy over the New Year. Luckily for me, so was a massive exhibition of the work of photographer Dave LaChapelle, hanging at the Palazzo Reale in Milan.
I hadn’t seen much of his work before, though had heard and read much about it. I could take or leave ordinary celebrity snaps, but these were something else.
Photography is the perfect medium for his work, and his subject matter — just image, with any and all moral judgement stripped out. Perfectly staged and executed, then blown up larger than life.
An enormous tableau of Courteney Love (as Mary) supporting a model, done up as dead junkie Jesus. A beatific, out-of-focus child plays on the floor in the squalor of a dive hotel.
Paris Hilton’s re-enacted walk of shame — or whatever it was — lit by flashbulbs, blonde hair streaming, perfectly attired. Piece titled ”Hi Bitch, Bye Bitch”.
Lots of shots of Pamela Anderson/Anderson-Lee/Anderson-Rock/whatever and Naomi Campbell and dozens of other people who we are told are beautiful and should aspire to be like or lust after.
And then he parodies them, and their image, and the people who give them whatever strange allure they have — but he does it in the way of a sly in-joke, one that you feel you have to pretend you get, otherwise you won’t be cool, like everyone else.
As a descriptive term, irony was redundant and as passe as the celebrity anti-fur lobby (Aside: I’ve never seen so many fur coats as I have in Milan). The pictures, one after another — and there must have been hundreds — seemed empty in some ways, though were packed with other meaning and concept that seemed waaaay over my head.
It sort of gave the impression of spending the day using a limb I never knew I had.
And besides the pictures of famous people, there loads of other stuff — the exhibition was almost too big. A great big bunch of art.
But it was a lot of fun.
Another large and improbable animal has joined the once-mythical Fiordland moose in the remote South West corner of Aotearoa’s South Island.
You look hard enough, you can find all sorts of things in that part of the world. Even eight-foot-tall birds.
This is an experiment, the hypothesis of which will be set out in the coming posts.
But we’ve got the whole park to play in, so we’re going to.
Like all information, this post will probably be edited at a later date to fit better with the posts that follows it.
One of the reasons I’m doing this is because Antero Alli puts forward a compelling case.
So hi.
