In a business that judges impoliteness pretty harshly, we’re kind of amazed Vincent Gallo hasn’t been run out of town yet. But we’re glad because it means that from time to time, we get to hear batshit rants like this.
Over the course of 39 minutes, Mr. Gallo manages to mortally insult Steven Soderbergh, Martin Scorcese, Wes Anderson, Abel Ferrera, Spike Jonze, Sofia Coppola, Francis Ford Coppola, Eric Roberts, Dennis Hopper, Honda, and the Directors Guild of America. To be honest, it’s pretty rough going—and decidedly ungentlemanly throughout—but it should be a cautionary tale of what an out-of-control ego can make you sound like.
A word to the wise: If you find yourself trash-talking the director of The Godfather—who, coincidentally, gave you your most recent starring role—you may want to reconsider yourself as a human being.
On the plus side, he has nothing but nice things to say about Mickey Rourke.
The Water is Cold: The gentlemen at World’s Best Ever just turned us onto our new favorite photoblog. [Wicked Wink]
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Future of Mobile Harping: Apple unveils the iPad’s killer app, a music program called the Air Harp. Just like that, the venerable harp industry gets turned on its head. [TechCrunch]
Looking Patchy: A gentleman’s guide to madras. [Valet]
Suffering Whiplash:Mickey Rourke gets booted from the Iron Man 2 poster, presumably because he was upstaging Mr. Downey. [/Film]
Mickey Rourke has been stuck in sartorial purgatory for longer than we care to remember…but he still manages to surprise us from time to time.
Guest of a Guest managed to catch up with our favorite middleweight at a Merkato 55 brunch bash where they got this strangely compelling snap. We’re not sure if it’s Mickey pulling the old rose routine, the young woman’s palpably nervous expression or the deft combination of an argyle sweater and peak lapels, but for some reason we can’t look away.
John Varvatos has made his name by channeling old school masculine icons, so it was only a matter of time before he worked his way around to the Hef.
We ran into velvet Lexington loafer at the designer’s SoHo outpost, and couldn’t help but notice Mr. Varvatos’ latest style obsession. Apparently Mickey Rourke picked up a pair during his most recent New York soujourn, and we can’t say we’re surprised. There’s a whole generation of men looking to Mr. Hefner as their sartorial guide, and these loafers might be the first time that impulse has served them well.
And if Mr. Varvatos ever feels like ditching rock photography for a more stirring kind of store décor…let’s just say we know where to look.