BY WENDELL JAMIESON VIA NY TIMES
Mr. Costello at the Algonquin Hotel in Times Square. Credit Geordie Wood for The New York Times
Elvis Costello first saw Manhattan when he was 23. This was late 1977. He and his band, the Attractions, were coming down from New Haven on their first tour of the United States when the skyscrapers came into view.
“It was really like a jolt of adrenaline — it’s such a mythic skyline,” he said. “I’d only experienced that a few other times in my career. Another was when I first saw Shanghai: You feel like you’d been shot out of a rocket to another planet.”
BY MATTHEW WHITEHOUSE VIA i-D
Before rock ‘n’ roll, there were teddy boys. After rock ‘n’ roll, there were teddy boys. Chris Steele-Perkins captured them all.
Summer of ’54. A night train from Southend comes to a halt when someone pulls the emergency cord. Light bulbs are smashed in and, as the train eventually rolls into Barking and a gang of youths in Edwardian suits are arrested, the teddy boy story begins. Britain’s first post-war display of restlessness. Stop the train, they want to get off.
“Teds were Britain’s first mass-market existentialists,” says Richard Smith in his seminal 1979 photo book The Teds, co-authored by photographer Chris Steele-Perkins and recently republished by Dewi Lewis. “Their outlaw image was reinforced by the tattoo, the Mark of Cain. They became the focus of male fashion, albeit a disreputable one.”
BY LEON BENZ VIA VICE
Vice President Gedeone on his Brut Mobile (Ugly car). All photos by Mattia Micheli This article originally appeared on VICE Italy.
Piobbico is a tiny village located in the eastern Italian region Marche, that sits between the Apennine Mountains and the Adriatic Sea. I got there on the first Sunday of September, because that’s where this year’s Festival of the Ugly took place. Hundreds of people gather in this tiny village annually, in order to elect the next president of the World Association of Ugly People.
Founded in 1879, and later promoted as a marriage agency for the town’s single women, the club has more recently assumed a rather playful and sometimes satirical tone. It has also grown into a global association that boasts 25 offices and more than 30,000 members around the world, whose aim is to fight the cult of beauty in modern society.
Photo: Emma Reeves
“A 63-year-old woman made this. Let that sink in.”
The YouTube comment under Kim Gordon’s new song, “Murdered Out,” couldn’t be more shocking. But talent doesn’t disappear with age like elasticity in the skin. Kim never slowed down. I saw her killing it last year at The Observatory in Orange County, daring her young bandmate to keep up. This new track is reminiscent of Nine Inch Nails and Big Black with its sharp brutality. Check it out below …
BY BILL SANDERSON VIA PAGE SIX
Even in death, Truman Capote will still make the scene. Capote’s ashes sold for $45,000 Saturday to buyers who promise to bring them to parties, movies and other events, in keeping with the wishes of the bon vivant author of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “In Cold Blood.”
“He didn’t want to be put on a shelf,” said Darren Julien, president and CEO of Julien’s Auctions, which offered the ashes at a special sale of Hollywood memorabilia.
BY GARY BUDDEN VIA THE QUIETUS
Last week a group of London punks staged a gig on the Thames foreshore in a defiant statement of public rights over our land. Gary Budden argues that they’re in a fine tradition stretching back through the ramblers of the Kinder Scout trespass and the 17th century Diggers – and that is a tradition we need to uphold.
I’m down on the foreshore and the tide is going out as a crowd of black jackets and patches, DMs and shaved heads, tattoos, piercings, dreads and rat tails gather. This is the second annual Trespass gig organised by Punk Ethics, featuring Shot!, The Restarts and anarcho-punk legends Conflict. It’s a deliberate act of protest – staging a punk gig on the very banks of the Thames in the heart of tourist London. London’s punk scene is often only half-visible to the outside world, but today it’s breaking cover, and actually doing something. In sight of the OXO tower and the This Morning ITV studios, it feels transgressive.
BY NICOLE JANKOWSKI VIA ALL DAY
Actor John Barrymore Wikimedia Commons
The constant spotlight of the public eye has caused many celebrities to turn to drugs and alcohol for a sense of escape. From authors to actors to former presidents, these 15 people are rumored to have drank themselves to the point of death—no matter what is actually written on their death certificate.
Born in 1882, John Barrymore came from a family of actors. After initial attempts to avoid the stage spotlight, Barrymore began his career in theater. With the dawn of the film industry in the early 20th century, he made the transition to the silver screen. His addiction issues, however, made him difficult to employ and they worsened over time. By the 1930s the public was widely aware of his alcohol dependency and he was no longer working steadily as an actor. On May 19, 1942, Barrymore collapsed on set and eventually died 10 days later in the hospital due to complications from severe cirrhosis of the liver and kidney failure.
16 September is a date that’s indelibly etched in the minds of all Marc Bolan fans, as it was on this day in 1977 that he lost his life, just two weeks before what would have been his 30th birthday.
Marc’s passing happened at a time when the world was still in shock at the death of Elvis Presley a few weeks earlier. But if he was not necessarily afforded the respect his extraordinary talent deserved at the time, the passing decades have brought a new admiration among subsequent generations of a truly unique and quintessential pop star.
(Photo booth pics of Bebe Buell and Stiv Bators- Photo Credit: BabyBebeBlue.piczo.com)
Stiv Bators version of Richard Berry’s 1959 classic, “Have Love Will Travel.” The most famous cover was made by The Sonics in 1966, and was the version that Stiv and his band emulated when they recorded it in 1986. Stiv makes this song his by adding punk rock howls and snotty vocals. You can find this song on the Bomp! records produced album, ‘L.A. L.A.’ by Stiv Bators as well as the b-side of Stiv Bators 12″ -“Story In Your Eyes,” also produced by Bomp!
BY KARIN ANDREASSON VIA GUARDIAN
I took this photograph at a Rock Against Racism gig in 1979. The Ruts were playing the West Runton Pavilion in Cromer, and it was rammed and really hot, but also really exciting. Everyone was pogoing and jumping up and down with their fists in the air – it was mayhem.
I was near the front when I saw the girl climb up on to the stage and take up that reclining pose between two monitors. It was one of those adrenaline-driven moments when nothing matters apart from getting the shot. So I climbed over everyone’s heads and dragged myself on to the stage in front of the lead singer, Malcolm Owen. I had my two Nikons around my neck and a big old Norman flash and it just went pop. A second later I was in the air and then on my back in the middle of the audience. The bouncer had thrown me off the stage. I still have those cameras and one of them has a big dent from that night.