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She stands against a blank plane, eyes blue, eyelashes weighted down in black ink. Her mouth is parted, painted in bright red pigment like the women of the night in the outskirts of La Playa. She has come from the west. A single salt-laden tear hovers and falls. Memories of twerking bears and motor-boating a big butt start to form but quickly vaporize into a faint smell of stale weed. The sky is an unmodulated grey and lies heavy in a post-roofie molly [...]
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This is the gchat conversation I had with my sister after the first time I watched the video for “We Can’t Stop”—the video that broke Vevo before naked Miley swung back in on a “Wrecking Ball” to shatter the record again. “We Can’t Stop” is an amazing song. But it’s an even better music video. It has my number, and the director, Diane Martel, has the passwords for all my logins, the code to unlock my phone, and access to my HBOGo account.
Martel directed two of the years best/worst and most argued-about music videos—and to [...]
This is the west. The west of the San Fernando Valley. This is Encino, an old Chumash word roughly translated to "she’s just being Miley." It's a land of vertical blinds, shag carpeting, and that unrelenting desert of adolescence. The sky meets land and doesn't ask us why but asks why the eff not. Then the sky does a line of cocaine off a toilet. The kids here live in the pre-dawn hours and party until the sky transforms into an endless plane lit by shades of fire made more vibrant by the vision of the pill they call molly.
The girl, the one they call Miley, with [...]
Head west and drive south towards the Gulf of California and leave the highway and keep driving towards the flattest expanse. Here is the land you seek. Sand lays thick on the desert plain, a layer of rust extending to the horizon. The only hint of border is a distant mountain range. This is the desert where those birthed at the shift of the century have come to give into their thirst. Very few made it out of the ‘90s and into the 21st century alive with their integrity, hits, and full head of hair, in tact. It is said that nothing can survive out here. Except for [...]
It's finally here! Coachella FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) week. The time between the two Coachella weekends when all of the people you follow on Twitter and Instagram are in Indio, getting their face painted, chugging Pabst, and hooking up with people who are friends with that guy you know from internet, all portrayed in the sweet, sweet glow of filters. And you have to suffer from the fear of missing out on desert sunsets and lots of bare thighs.
If you're anything like me (hunkered down in your apartment, clinging to your duvet for dear life), you're probably wondering what you can do at home to make yourself feel [...]