Larry King just interviewed Chris Brown for a show that's going to air on Wednesday night, but the internet, god bless it, has given us this clip a few days early. If you're unable to watch, worry not: I've transcribed the best parts for you. You should read along! It's totally fun!
Larry King: When you hear about all the things that the poilice and the reports say you did, how do you react to that?
Chris Brown: I don't... I don't... Like, I'll just look at it, like, wow, like, I'm in shock because, first of all, that's not who I am as a person, and that's not who I pride myself on being, so I, I just, when I look at, like, the police reports, or I hear about the police reports, I don't know, I don't know, what, what, what to think... I just don't know what to think. It's just, like, wow.
Larry: Do you remember doing it?
Chris: Mmm, no.
Larry: Don't remember doing it?
Chris: I don't, I don't, It's like, it's crazy to me, like, I... I'm like, wow.
Yesterday, as you may or may not be aware, was the end of summer. How do we know? Well, it was the last of the free outdoor Jelly NYC Pool Parties on the Williamsburg waterfront, with Grizzly Bear, Beach House and Vega performing for thousands, including Senator Chuck Schulmer, Jay-Z and Beyonce (see last photograph for proof of the latter, middle of the series to see the Senator throwing his hands in the "ayer"). L Magazine photographer Adam Au captured summer's last hours so that you can draw warmth from them for the next 8 months.
We open with the casting of the Ann Margaret look alike for the Patio ad mentioned last week, with Peggy rolling her eyes as the Mad Boys gawked. Campbell and Cosgrove come in to announce that Bacardi will be in first thing on Monday morning expecting approximately 11,000 pitches for their campaign, so while they and the rest of management are at Sterling's fancy country club soiree, Peggy, Kinsey and Smitty have to come in on a Saturday.
A Philadelphia printer, John Dunlap, ran off about 200 copies that night for distribution to the public, the army and the government, said David Redden, vice president of Sotheby's, who authenticated the document..
This marks the second time this millennium that the centuries-old document has been rediscovered, the first time, of course, being Nicolas Cage's (pictured) historic finding in 2007 that the Declaration of Independence was actually part of the presidential Book of Secrets.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Seriously? According to the head of the federal Center for Disease Control and Prevention, about 800,000 New Yorkers were actually infected with Swine Flu in the spring. So, all those nervous subway rides you took, when you got antsy about sneezy strangers? You were right to be paranoid.
BONUS GOOD NEWS: The same dude thinks we could be looking at nearly a million deaths nationwide this fall, from the Swine Plague.
This is the first juried prize to recognize emerging Iranian artists and help promote their travels, and if the Times review of the exhibition at the Chelsea Art Museum is anything to go by, outside help is crucial to the ongoing success and freedom of expression of contemporary artists inside Iran. Though the exhibition features 35 artists based in Iran (the rest are expats), only one was able to leave the country to attend the exhibition opening. Many of those who opted to remain in Iran did so for fear of never being allowed to return home. Click here to learn more about the artists nominated for the Magic of Persia prize.
"He was a straight up Djs dj, he picked his tracks to play out and had THE STYLE that defines our whole generation like it or not ...and even if you didn't like his style (which ranged from deep top 40 to deepest old school hip hop to deepest hipster indie rock).. he would come to your party and do what you do better than you (he did it to me coupla times).
Djs have a ceiling, and Am lived on the roof. He sometimes would tell me a bit about his reservations in passing about his lifestyle and I feel like its a loveless place we all live in (DJs). But I dont think we will ever see another person built for it like AM... he was THE Michael Jackson of this shit. So it really worries me a bit that he's gone , cause he's the only that I thought understood it all... he was a sweetheart and tried his damnest to be the best at it and still be the best at being himself."
On Friday, Jay-Z went on Real Time and spoke to Bill Maher for half an hour, and though there were awkward moments, the two kept it almost too chummy. Jay made some really insightful points (including talking about how rap lyrics are "coded"), and Maher discusses rap music more intelligently and seriously than any TV personality in recent memory. (He also seems to know Jay's entire discography, which is impressive.) Mostly, though, it feels like two buddies chatting about music. Here it is in four parts:
This four-minute short film, What Is It?, by Greek director Constantin Pilavios will make you cry at your desk. It's like a perfect short story, saying much with little. View at your own risk.
It's an accepted truism now that few things look prettier than beautiful, crisp photographs of abandoned buildings slowly falling into disrepair, and if our current economic slump has been good at providing anything, it's just such sights. Three stunning series in particular come to mind. Brian Ulrich's Dark Stores series on abandoned big box shops and malls is especially moving for eloquently communicating a form of suburban blight that, until recently, was fairly difficult to capture in one photograph.
Artists Ridley Howard and Mitchell Wright's 106 Green, in Greenpoint, is another series of exhibitions held in Wright's studio and living space. The most unusual of the indie exhibition series AiA profiles, though, is Specials (pictured), a project by Lisa Sigal and Paul Ramírez Jonas that moves locales with each new presentation, features a taco stand designed by Sigal and offers a new specially designed taco at every exhibition. I can think of a couple more alternate gallery models though.
Hey, it’s Blockbluster, our seasonal feature in which Benjamin Sutton and Henry Stewart throw their art house inhibitions at the camera in 3D and find out during what sort of movies regular people all over the country are eating popcorn. This week they are barred from reaching their final summer destinations: screenings of The Final Destination and Halloween II, but review them anyway.
So, Ben, the end of the summer nears, which means Hollywood’s dumping its last horror movies into theaters; this week we have Halloween II and The Final Destination [IV]. (Why not wait for October with that first one?) It would have been nice to review one or both for our dear readers, but the craven studios refused to screen either for critics (like us) in advance. Because even they know their movies are terrible; they don’t have confidence in their own product. Dishearteningly, there’s been a lot of that going around: next week’s Gamer won’t be screened, and the recent G.I. Joe was shown only to sympathetic bloggers—the reliable fanboys.
Dear Pirate’s Booty,
I knew this day was coming.
[This week's ironic-commentating blog image brought to you by Jesse's disconcertingly thorough auteurist analysis of the Final Destination films, after the jump. -Ed.]
The lamb kebabs should be called tartare...The salmon, supposedly pan-seared, was more like pan-spurned...Charles is as stingy with heat as it is with light. Maybe it’s saving on utilities.
Anybody want to share their favorite Bruni bruiser?
In a post from earlier today about news that Death Cab For Cutie will appear on the soundtrack to the new Twilight movie, Johnston says this:
And the pandering to the indie demo doesn’t stop there! According to Billboard “music industry sources have the sound headed in a more indie-centric direction than the first “Twilight,” with Radiohead’s Thom Yorke, Bon Iver, Grizzly Bear and Muse all in the running.”
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