photo and art by jillian mayer / ignore
$5 mil hooker. Namesake aside, now Guccione’s son looks like a respectable hustler.
Certified Bananas mixtape now coppable via PayPal.
The semi-new DFA shhhh“it”
photo of downtown cat by Hunter Stephenson / ignore
"…selling us a load of old famous." That line-up of Famers...potent!
Shoegaze addicts, Editors booked to wallow in Miami's favorite venue, Studio A, on April 8.
Cubicle rebelling (now with Google Chat).
VICE intern blog . Voyeur away.
Point A...to...Point B.
This is ignore's Jonathan Twiggar. He's been careering trigger machinery, here every Friday.
photo of Chevy ’80 shirt by Reckon and The Vatican by Hunter Stephenson / ignore
40-something Axl for free (with bonus cringe or stupidity!)
40-something Pussy for 10 or Spiderpussy’s still free, right children?
Charles Fishman will break it down on March 7, 8 p.m., Gables’ Books & Books. If you want a first-hand perspective, visit the Wal-Mart in Doral, or its lost cousin, the Walgreens on Biscayne Blvd. No, that’s not your feet sinking, or your 10th grade trips coming back to haunt you, it’s the entire country.
Adderall is the new tobacco in five years, topps.
After seeing this (media player. what you worry?), Hot Chip’s toleration meters pumped up just a bit. Videos are their blow jobs, so do more of ‘em, only drop EPs and play bar mitzvahs lower-middle high schools.
photos of Of Montreal at Polish American Club by Kyle Munzenrieder / ignore
Of Montreal played Miami for the second time in a year Saturday at the Polish American Club, awesome when big acts show some love, even better when we reciprocate. The show opened with two side projects: James Husband and The Late BP Helium. Husband was a mostly unimpressive solo-singer-songwriter affair, with a Lacoste and Diesel clad (UM frat boy attire) Kevin Barnes from OFM sitting in on drums at the end. The BP Helium, the group fronted by Of Montreal's guitarist, Brian H., was all right, but there was tension in the crowd ‘cause they all wanted their fix. Click here for that.
On Friday, seeing Ghostface (the "Killah" is on his Fish Scale promo stuff) jeer at the audience and sarcastically lob bows to "Laffy Taffy" was just epic and surreal. The moment was pure hate-fucking, and the disdain was comparative to Tyson doing drunken, winter stand-up a la Raging Bull, if Buster Douglas never happened. Shit, time moves on, but these nine dudes, including Cappa, are the greatest emcees ever, even as the once fruitful branches of their teen-dream empire seem expendable, like so much lame Wu Wear sweatshop apparel, tired fighting games and globs of skateboard stickers.
Does Wu now exist in an Islamic non-aging vacuum, simply to collect dough from the 20-something circuit that still listens to "Shadowboxin'" and "Protect Ya Neck" but pawned Lex Diamond, lost Gza's Legend, and never bothered with the Rebel INS' The Movement? Wu-Tang Clan is the black Pink Floyd-monster ideas and aesthetic trapped in the flesh-even as their crowd is reduced to Jimmy Buffet's Parrotheads, burned out dropouts lost in cartoon-thug posing and, nope, not a one's attending the College of Self. Where did all the time go?
And Revolution's no ball-cap policy: the venue seriously has their meathead doormen (these guys!) tell ticket-holders to put their New Eras back in their cars and lose place on-line, like butter knives on American, or bags of sugar at middle school. But security and U-God are privy? Doesn't matter, five hits in, some little cunt grabs (21?) my beanie off my head after I wouldn't get out of her 4'3" Irish boyfriend's way (think Everlast meets A History of Violence's William Hurt as a smirking toddler) and throws it. And I'm just standing there, with the nine greatest rappers on earth rhyming about bad coke deals, and suddenly, converting to Scientology doesn't seem so crazy. -Hunter Stephenson / ignore
RIP Harold Hunter.
This is ignore's Confucious Jonathan Twiggar. He be the God body, every Friday.
photo of Joel’s hoodie by Hunter Stephenson / ignore
Why The Pillage always have to get marked up? Wu is here…they never left.
M.I.A. Skatepark is the only thing there ‘cept a.) Red Lobster, b.) nothing c.) secrets?
photo of men in Dubai by Kevin Dean / ignore
Pep-pill Parisians JUSTICE (streaming goodies, warning cubical mice: strobe-lit cross) & Vitalic (m3) running the first-quarter dance board.
Donna Shalala interviewed by The New York Times Magazine: Bono (!) crush. UNICO employees: move to Tibet
(we're charging protons from the déjà vu permeating from this thing, especially the, uh, boat and Lebanese)
Bob Richardson was admirably demiurgic, toothless (literally) and a virile spawner.
"This is Street Gang Turf (Ninja Pigs)": Florida Police Times
MJ from Awesome New Republic is getting hitched, moving to New Yawk City.
Thanks to Gawker, VH1's Best Week Ever, The Miami Herald 's Scene in the Tropics and many others this week. According to UM's Vice President for Student Affairs (and student publications demagogue) Pat Whitely, "This situation has been handled." A situation, albeit sensational, regarding a high-profile student at the University of Miami receives world-wide attention from hundreds of thousands of people, but gets nary a mention in said university's student-run newspaper.
to cap off the day...
Breaking News!: While we hate to add (margarita?) salt to the wound (womb?), Tony Danza’s daughter, 18-year-old Katie Danza, is on the verge of becoming the University of Miami’s new Lindsay Lohan-like sensation (impersonator?)! We’ve obtained these exclusive pics of glam Katie, um, wearing big shades. Mr. Danza let us introduce you to Ms. Whitely. As we sit in Miami hungover, heads spinning to Roxy Music, we think this shit’s just sababa, almost as greasy-good on this overcast Sunday as a Page Six Axl Rose update.
Miss Danza is currently majoring in Public Relations (“yeees!” - Borat) and belongs to UM’s fab Delta Gamma sorority. And our tipster, ‘wino,’ parlays to us, “She loves partying, Pawn Shop Lounge (zzz), Lohan, diamonds, cristal and dom perignon, vodka, Blow and shooooes!” Does she work? “Oh, ‘def not,’” our tipster says, “but I’m sure The Opium Group will let her host a party or four after ignore posts these. And there’s always Poison Ivy VI.” Ouch.
More Danza insanity!
This is ignore's Confucious Jonathan Twiggar. Something’s gone wrong again, every Friday.
Vice (the partay) is resurrected at PS14 at the end of Feb.
But we’re a few Fridays away, so some kid, snatch this fake dunnie’s chainz. We’ll post ‘em on this site. Get his Bapes, and we’ll post ‘em on this site. Sababa!
Before its theorist he speaks, read up on The Long Tail, the most enlightening media theory this decade so far (really). You can look at the source and the medium, but his mag survived the Valley crash, albeit by facilitating advertorial design.
Stupes. Guess where to?
......................promotion
Big thanks to our mates at Kodak for sending ignore the new Kodak EasyShare V570.
photo of blanket by Nate Vuong / ignore
ignore ’s Shawn Wines has the first Miami coverage of Manderlay, see here.
Beer bongs and the Glimmer Twins: tonite, tonite, tonite.
This is ignore's Confucious Jonathan Twiggar. It's just a hobby that he picked up in the lobby, right here every Friday.
photo of Beyonce’s hair by Jillian Mayer / ignore
Oh, fuck it, alright. We’re on the wagon like Fillmore West 1969: Stop Miami
Bet you a billion, could Donna Shalala have made a difference?
Egg Foo Young cooks your noodle, Marlin/Rex, Feb. 10th. Youngster will attempt to top his WMC Penelope Cruz Look-a-Like Contest with Hasselhoff on March 26th. Kid’s been out of Miami too long. A!
RECKON, where’s the Chevy, mane?
“¡No los queremos! ¡No los necesitamos!”
This is ignore's Confucious Jonathan Twiggar. He eats grits for dinner, right here every Friday.
