Love Magazine, Conde Nast’s bi-annual fashion mag chaired by the formidable Katie Grand has again gone above and beyond expectations with it’s eye-catching covers. After a launch issue that featured the fifteen stone singer Beth Ditto in the buff and a double cover second issue, featuring teenagers Coco Sumner and Alex Hartley, Love’s latest cover stars are none other than the eight ‘most beautiful’ women in the world.
Oh, and they’re completely starkers.
In this new generation of acceptable pop acts, be careful who you pick and choose, lest we return to the horrors of the nineties.
Well guys, it’s the end of the decade. It was a decade that started with a fictitious computer bug meant to topple the civilised world and has come to a close with our lives meticulously entwined in with iPhones, Facebook and Spotify. We’ve come a long way over the past ten years. When asked to sum the decade up in a recent interview, Jimmy Wales, the founder of Wikipedia responded with three simple words, ‘We got online.’
Old people; we don’t pay them much attention do we? With the Christmas countdown already upon us-courtesy of Marks and Spencer, Argos and Jim Carey, most of us can start to look forward to the Yuletide tradition of Granddad’s casually racist rants, and Grandma’s bemoanings of the youth of today. Instead, why not tune out and plug into another set of geriatrics; the endearing stars of viral hit, ‘Breakfast at Sulimay’s’
Crikey, last night’s chart upset that saw veteran rockers Rage Against the Machine swipe the Christmas Number One spot from X-Factor’s boy wonder has sparked a vicious battle of wit versus teenage pig-headedness on Facebook. Here we bring you some of the choicest gems circulating on the Joe McElderry message boards at the moment.
Beware, the grammar and spelling that follows is not for the faint-hearted.
Dear The Brits
After viewing the recently released shortlist of nominees for the 2010 Brit Awards, I am writing to applaud your pleasantly unexpected sense of humour that I have previously failed to recognise.
Obviously after last year’s fiasco, what with Girls Aloud winning best single, and everything else going to that soul robot Duffy that Bernard Butler crafted in his basement, the public were of the impression that The Brits had little-to-no credibility left.
So I guess your answer this year was to release this fake list of nominees to give the doubters a bit of a chuckle. Seriously, as if we’d really fall for the fact that you’d put Joe McElderry’s The Climb up for Best Song, or Cheryl Cole’s Fight for This Love, especially as her marketing team actually admitted to making her work as generic as possible so they could reach the maximum number of consumers. Also, bravo-the idea that you’d nominate Keane’s Hopes and Fears as one of the best albums of the last 30 years? Inspired; it made me LOL nearly as much as I did when I saw Black Eyed Peas up for International Album.
But what really gave your little wind-up away is that the coveted prize of Outstanding Contribution to Music has gone to Robbie Williams. God love him, he’s a proper laugh alright, but having a hand in writing Feel eight years ago before being usurped by Gary Barlow and his merry troop of M&S poster boys hardly puts him in the ranks of oh, I don’t know, most people we cherish in the history of British music.
Anyways, cheers for the laugh, really needed it today, looking forward to receiving the real list soon.
P.S. Please don’t let those two from Gavin and Stacey near a microphone this year, they suck. Ditto for Fearne Cotton.