Someone’s been doing research through the message boards. What’s up 3sixteen?
HBO’s How To Make It In America is the new Entourage repackaged with pseudo-LES scenesters; a lingering scent of yesteryear’s BAPE clothing cameos, skater kids, and limited edition sneakers; and the discovery of — yes, you guessed it — Japanese selvedge denim. The pilot is mildly entertaining save for the formulaic gang of characters. (Of course, the main protagonist is the wimpy white guy who misses his ex.)
It’s the title, however, that bothers me. It almost seems cruel to send the streetwear crowd of millennial kids foaming at the mouth with this new television series. And if we were ever speculating about when Japanese selvedge denim got up and jumped the shark, this might be it. I’m going to spoil this show for you: This is the new shit. It’s from a mythical place called “Japan.” They used to make rare sneakers, but now suddenly it’s this blue stuff that’s really special. $3000 for a roll. Let’s hustle and be the new denim empire of the Lower East Side. Damien Hirst! Or something like that.
Via @eugenekimkan.
Edit: Embedding has been disabled, but you can see where I got the quote from here (full-length YouTube video link).
The first Asian working at Sterling Cooper courtesy of Mad Men Yourself.
I am in love with this wom—err, cylon. “I’m motherfrakkin’ Boomer, bitch! Pop, pop!”
Battlestar Galactica was recently invited to the United Nations for a panel discussion on parallels between the motifs of their science fiction television show and real world issues we face today. It featured a guest of 100 New York high schoolers as well. The Chicago Tribune recounts the discussions that took place at the United Nations.
“We are all entitled to a social and international order in which all of the rights and freedoms of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights can be fully realized, regardless of race, sex, language or religion,” Mokhiber. Linking the quest for basic human rights to the “Battlestar” characters’ search for Earth, he said, “I would suggest that this is the mythical Earth for which we are all searching.”
It’s a bit creepy, but also very telling, how this seemingly dream mash-up of BSG and the U.N. makes perfect sense. A convergence of the awesomeness that is Battlestar and real life?
Please watch the two hour panel discussion here (realplayer required). Edward James Olmos even yells out ‘So say we all!’ to the audience. Bizarro.
In an odd change, Sci-Fi will soon be known as the SyFy channel.
“SyFy” sounds exactly like “Sci Fi” when you say it, but, as Richard noted in the Trade Roundup, NBC Universal will own it now. For years, NBC executives had longed to trademark the channel’s own name, but legal kept telling them you can’t trademark a genre of entertainment for lonely obsessives. So they spent years, and paid a branding company gobs of money, to come up with SyFy.
Corporate blindness leads to silly name changing. They might own the new ‘SyFy’ brand, but it sucks ass and isn’t worth owning. Their new slogan, “Imagine Greater”, is just awkward and useless as well. No worries, by the time they switch over in July, Battlestar Galactica will be long over and there won’t be any need to tune into the SyFy channel.
Via Gerry Canavan.
My favorite show on the Internet, Diggnation, got (even) huge(r) on national television last night on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
Check out this Twitter experiment. @bryanbrinkman now has 23,000+ followers.
Not literally. But as close to the real thing as you’ll ever get.
Via PostBourgie.
Hilarious bit from Flight of the Conchords. Bret doesn’t sound like he’s yellow voicing either, which is impressive.
A spoof on Mad Men, with a cameo appearance by Amy Sedaris.
Jonah Takalua, played by Chris Lilley, is a fictional character from one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in a long time, Summer Heights High. After a while you completely forget he’s playing different characters in the school. “Why don’t you kill yourself ya fuckin’ bitch!” “Miss! Miss! Miss!”
Frak
I’ve been busy with a new semi-regular job, releasing my first self-published book, figuring out how to buy a suit jacket that fits me (and acquiring it before the third of April), and preparing for a week-long trip to Chicago. I have, however, been using any downtime to re-watch the first season of Battlestar Galactica. Grace Park is 35 years old; can you believe that? Frak.