high-res photo2010: The Year I Stopped Knowing
Rather abruptly, it seems I’ve stopped knowing who all of the people are on the covers of magazines. I used to know. And if I didn’t know, I wouldn’t feel bad. I’d simply assume the person’s fame would grow to the point I’d recognize it.
But recently I’ve noticed that if I don’t know who someone is on the cover of a magazine, I feel a little bit out-of-touch. Take, for example, the Vanity Fair cover above. Time was, I would recognize by name and face every single nymph to grace such a trifurcated cover. Now I’m 6 for 9. And it upsets me because I feel it’s my deficiency, not theirs.
I was watching Fashion Police with my mom this morning (trust me, it was the only thing on) and they were critiquing the best and worst dressed from the Grammy’s. I’m not joking when I say I didn’t know who half of the folks on the red carpet were. I used to know, but somehow all of a sudden pop culture is beginning to pass me by. I did see Lady Gaga and that was comforting.
was watching Fashion Police with my mom this morning (trust me,...only thing on) and they...
only recognized 2, and that’s because...one with the bug-eyes
Reblogged for truth. But I call it the Year I Stopped Caring.
The only one I spotted right off the bat (Kristen Stewart really just blends into the grass for some reason) is Anna...
Don’t worry, Adam. No one at Videogum knows...fuck these girls
Wait ‘til you’re 1 for 9. It’s coming. Seriously,...think this is a good function of age....
outstanding. I only...Kristen Stewart for sure.
This is my perception...think I’m still a primary target demographic for them, at age 27,...
“these kids today with their music and their strange fashions” moment happens sooner and sooner as cultural change...
get 4. I’m a pop
willingly live under
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