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Julianne Moore Has Been Stealing from the Zoo
How Your Noise Rock Sausage is Made: The Times peers into the tortured soul of Pitchfork Media and finds a reasonably fastidious, self-reflective media organization. Go figure. [NYTimes]
Your New Media Ad Guru Smells Like a 16-Year-Old: People sure are going crazy for those Old Spice spots. [TechCrunch]
First, Ditch the Water Bottle: A new app/website gives you live updates on the wait at airport security lines. [Lifehacker]
Heart of Darkness: Once again, the internet succeeds in finding the most depressing, nihilistic thing you’ve ever seen—this time, in a parking lot in Oakland, California. Your move, smoking baby. [Deadspin]
Ana Rubik is Living Aquatic
Team Angola: The Paris Review drops a handy guide to World Cup fandom, including this tidbit: always root for the colonized nation over the colonizers. Remember that when the U.S./UK game rolls around. [The Paris Review]
Put the Lime in the Coconut: Another day, another coconut-infused skin cream. [Valet]
Pimp My Architectural Landmark: Laurie Anderson does strange, wonderful things to the Sydney Opera House. [CoolHunting]
Adventures in Internet Drama, Part 78: Deer Tick reviews Zach Kelly’s Pitchfork review of their latest album, and gives it a 2.1. [Ow.ly]
Like a Fox
Year-end lists are rarely as definitive as they claim, but they’re pretty good at calling winners and losers for the year. And while our post-Talking Heads pals didn’t do as well as we hoped in hipster bible Pitchfork’s Top 50 of the Year, we can’t dispute their #1 pick.
This year, it went to the Bruegel-loving harmonizers Fleet Foxes, a well-timed throwback to David Crosby’s California. Of course, it’s not 1966 anymore and they're representing Seattle, not Southen California, which makes the mood a bit more pastoral and a lot less poppy. And unlike most other songwriters making their way through the blogosphere, the Foxes’ Robin Pecknold has serious music theory chops, so there are a few key changes mixed into the usual folkiness and the harmonies can get downright baroque.
Of course, all that nature means a lot of flannel and a lot of beard. So they should fit right in when they pass through Portland...
See the Foxes in action»