Best dance party =Grimes? Not by a long shot in my book. DJ Spinn was the best DJ set I have ever seen at Pfork Fest. And I have been to at least one day of all of them. And the footwork on stage was incredible. Shocked that set didn’t even warrant a mention. Shame it overlapped with Slowdive, my favorite set of 2014
“Employers may be drawing a correct conclusion that time equals worth, or they may be using time as a proxy because it’s hard to evaluate worth otherwise, and because long hours, and constant access through technology, have become values in and of themselves. At the same time, some of those men may be reading mystery novels—or whatever—online.”
As the decade passed, latent beauties blossomed in Killing Williamsburg. Its bricolage of genre, the narrator’s callow morbidity, and its homegrown feel turn out to be prescient forecasts of 21st-century taste. The story is an action thriller, an apocalyptic dystopia that predicts our current obsession with zombies. At its core, it is about a young, white, middle-class man’s search for authenticity in a phony world—a Catcher in the Rye for the turn of the millennium. Benson Lee, the novel’s protagonist, and his friends are all hipsters from a time before the label carried its contemporary currency. Today, hipsters are the most discussed, studied, exalted and reviled creature of the early 21st century. But at the end of 1999, the Gen X’ers who moved from Anywhere Else, USA to New York and San Francisco were just kids in baseball caps and goatees.
FP contributor Will Kenton reviews other FP contributor Bradley Spinelli’s first novel, Killing Williamsburg, in The Awl.
Enter Arantzazu Martinez, a special rarity these days. She manipulates her images the way that one had to hundreds of years ago in order to create a captivating vision, with oil and a brush. Ms. Martinez is a classical painter maintaining a tradition that while still treasured on the walls of the great museums, seems too difficult, too obscure, and without enough ROI for today’s often impatient, market conscious artists. There are plenty of artists still painting on canvas (or in Martinez’ case, linen) but few who have the patience and skill to hone their craft for years—as the great masters did—and work with a canvas delicately, resolutely, for months on end.