Today would have been David Bowie’s 72nd birthday. In honor of that, we revisit this BlackBook story we published when he passed away on January 10, 2016 – which included a fascinating 2003 interview. The David Bowie Is Real exhibition virtual reality app is released today.
One of the more curious hospitality trends of the last couple of years or so, has been the rise of brand-backed restaurants, notably in NYC. Indeed, during the 2017 holiday season, Kellogg’s opened – naturally – a cereal-centric eatery, complete with Instagram station. (Like, if you don’t Insta it, it doesn’t exist?) About a year previous, Pepsi premiered Kola House on far W
2019 seems to already be the year of high-profile horror/thriller films. If you haven’t seen Bird Box yet, you’re certainly late to the game (even though you have more than likely already been swarmed by the memes). Escape Room commercials have played so much that we can quote the full trailer
2018 was surely the year of female empowerment. Between the #MeToo movement, countless women’s marches, and some sassy girl power bops, women have been kicking ass and taking names. But where might we be without one particular Supreme Court badass to have laid the groundwork?
As we’ve generally come to know, the business of “re-issue, re-package, re-package!” mostly comes down to employing the proper hyperbolic adjectives; let’s face it: “Deluxe Edition” just doesn’t cut it anymore. And so it is with this impressive Rhino update of New Order ‘s landmark debut full length.
If you live in one of those global-warming ravaged states (where one can once again expect it to be at least 60 degrees Fahrenheit all through the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day) we have the next best thing to an actual cover of snow. The lovely, and gloriously ornate Colorado sisters SHEL (who are more likely to be decked in florid, neo-Victoriana than boughs of holly) recorded this magical cover of one of our perennial winter faves, “Sleigh Ride” – complete with mandolin, whimsical strings and breathily ethereal vocals.
If you haven’t followed the enigmatic saga of the Cocteau Twins since their astonishing 1982 debut Garlands , it’s perhaps a bit hard to grasp the monumental gravity of the news that Elizabeth Fraser will join Massive Attack onstage during their spring 2019 tour – which will celebrate the 20th anniversary of the release of their landmark 1998 album Mezzanine . But stepping back from that particular exhilaration, the occasion of Christmas Eve after such a trying, harrowing year – at home and across the globe – seems perfectly right to revisit the Cocteaus’ somewhat obscure 1993 Snow EP, for which they uncharacteristically covered a pair of very familiar holiday classics: “Winter Wonderland” and “Frosty the Snowman.” The latter gets a fairly and charmingly straight up treatment, considering their penchant for hallucinatory atmospherics. But it’s the update of the former that yet manages to decisively warm our winterized – and slightly hardened – hearts 25 years later
Remember when winter actually necessitated January trips to Jamaica and South America? Now, with global-warming temps wreaking havoc on the Northeastern ski season, you head south simply because it seems the only reasonable thing to do
Hard to believe, but not all that long ago British chef Jason Atherton merely headed up a couple of rapturously-reviewed but unpretentious London restaurants ( Social Eating House , Pollen Street Social ). He’s since, of course, skyrocketed into global culinary superstardom, with international hotspots in Dubai, Shanghai, Hong Kong and New York.
There’s a scene in A Charlie Brown Christmas , where our forlorn protagonist is writing out a letter to Santa for little sister (and proto Material Girl) Sally. Much to his horror, she shamelessly suggests to Saint Nick that he make it easy on himself, by just sending money: “How about tens and twenties?” Charlie, naturally, recoils with the obligatory “Aaugh!…Even my baby sister!” Lucy, the future feminist corporate raider, would later put it bluntly to him: “We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket. It’s run by a big Eastern syndicate.” And what does her coldly pragmatic self want to see in her stocking