Great moments in movie marketing (and the view from my office window).
Also worth noting: The church sits next to entrance to the Holland Tunnel — Hellboy just wants to get to Hell’s Mouth, and he’ll be damned if God’s shack gets in his way.
Great moments in movie marketing (and the view from my office window).
Also worth noting: The church sits next to entrance to the Holland Tunnel — Hellboy just wants to get to Hell’s Mouth, and he’ll be damned if God’s shack gets in his way.
Milestones of any sort always seem ridiculously arbitrary; the idea that we’re going to give special weight to some moment of personal import because it’s been x number of rotations round the sun since we first did it strikes me as kind of laughable. Still, it’s the only common metric we’ve got, so what the hell. It was on a July 1st much like this one that I started my stint at Gawker… back in 2006. Yes, two years ago. That’s it. WHAT THE FUCK? It’s like Rip Van Winkle except they kept me awake the whole time. And prodded me with needles and torches. I mean, holy crap, it’s a good thing I did nothing with my life for the other 30-odd years, because between Gawker and Radar, I should look and feel like a slightly less sprightly Wilford Brimley. Which I do. Anyway, happy anniversary to me. Another year like this and I’ll be in a box.
That was a bad week, wasn’t it?
I don’t know who this guy is, but after staring at my office computer’s empty blue background for nearly a year I’ve decided that he’s becoming my desktop wallpaper.
He was also sitting in the front row at Dior Homme with Kanye (where this stunning pic was taken), but who gives a shit? He gets to look at me now all the time.

“Looks like we’re in Egypt - but we’re really in Detroit!”
Hm. I suppose for someone who’s not particularly familiar with the area, Detroit does seem like a very foreign place.
Andrew 1: Knock knock.
New York: Who’s there?
Andrew 1: 9/11
New York: 9/11 who?
Andrew 1: You said you’d never forget.
See? It’s not too soon anymore. Great news.
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If you read only one thing today, let it be the Observer profile of Kelly Cutrone.
If you read two things today, go with the mentally retarded paralympic swimmer story in the Times.