#ny times style magazine

[celebratingwomen]

Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon, Melissa McCarthy and Leslie Jones for The New York Times

[modelsof-color]

Anyier Anei & Rejoice Chuol by Gabriel Moses for NY Times Style Magazine , January 2023

[lemoncrushh]

Seven Six Five - Part Two

Summary: They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again.

Warnings: smut, body image issues, angst. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Enemies to Lovers. This was originally written and posted in 2020, right before the pandemic, so the story takes place then with flashbacks of 2013. Harry Styles x Plus Size OC, written in third person.

Part Two Word Count: 3.6k+

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26 February, 2020 - New York, NY, USA

Releasing her hands from the keyboard, Bronwyn sat back in her chair with a sigh. She’d done it. The NPR review was completed; and after being edited and submitted for approval, it was now live. It had been a daunting task to write about someone she despised. But after a long, restless night, and heaps of caffeine, she’d managed to get something produced. Despite her inner voice wanting to express exactly what she thought of him, her article on Harry Styles was at the very least an unbiased one, if not a positive one.

Satisfied with her work, and glad to finally put it to rest, Bronwyn decided to get some rest of her own. Closing her laptop, she took a trip to the loo before settling under the piles of blankets on her bed. She’d barely closed her eyes, however, when she heard the all-familiar ringtone come from her cell on the nightstand. The screen announced it was Antonella calling, and had it been anyone else, she would have turned off the ringer and told whomever it was to piss off, albeit silently. But because it was her vivacious agent, she knew it was a pertinent call.

“Congratulations, darling!” Antonella declared as soon as Bronwyn pressed the speaker. “I knew you had it in you!”

“Thanks,” Bronwyn smirked as she shifted herself on her pillow.

“I assume your conflict of interest was sorted out?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“No? Well, I’m glad you put aside whatever differences you had, at least for the time being. I’m looking at the beautiful photos you took, and the fellow is...how do you say…”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Bronwyn interrupted.

“Didn’t what?”

“Say anything about how he looks.”

“Bronwyn!” Antonella tsked before lowering her voice to a hushed tone. “You had relations with this young man, no?”

“No. Not exactly,” Bronwyn muttered.

She could hear her agent breathing as she was obviously waiting for more juicy details. But Bronwyn wasn’t at liberty nor in the mood to give any.

“Fine then, I won’t press,” Antonella promised. “It’s over and done. Just called to tell you what a fabulous job you did.”

“Better than Dennis, huh?” Bronwyn chided.

Antonella snorted. “If I didn’t adore you so much, I’d tell you to fuck off.”

Bronwyn giggled. “The feeling’s mutual, love.”

Pressing the button to disconnect the call, Bronwyn noticed a notification for a missed one. It wasn’ a number she recognised, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She was used to receiving calls about various jobs or from websites or magazines, so it was difficult to really screen her calls. The caller, however, didn’t leave a message, so she turned off her phone and situated herself into her own warm cocoon before drifting off to sleep.

The early afternoon sun shone through the flimsy curtains and awoke Bronwyn like an unwelcomed acquaintance. With a deep yawn and a stretch, she kicked off the blankets and reached for her phone, turning it back on. Before she could even check the time, the screen alerted her of two more missed calls from that same number that had rung earlier, but still had left no voicemail. Whomever they were, they were persistent but still wished to remain anonymous. Bronwyn considered just ringing them back, but first, nature called.

After a stop in the bathroom, she padded to her small kitchen with another yawn, prepared to make a pot of coffee. When she opened the cupboard, however, she was reminded that she’d used the rest of what she’d had the night before. With a groan, she settled for tea which wouldn’t quite satisfy, but would have to do. Just as she set the kettle on the stove, the phone that she’d left on her bed sounded its chime. Seeing the mystery caller’s number again, she decided to answer.

“‘Ello?”

“Bronwyn?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“Thank God,” he said, exasperated. “I’ve been trying to get you all day.”

“I’m sorry. Who is this?”

The mystery caller gave a deep chuckle, and before he could give his name, Bronwyn knew who it was.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s Harry Styles.”

“Harry.” That was it. Just his first name. No hi or hello. No good to hear from you or glad you called. Just Harry. A statement, even, not a question.

“Hi,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m...okay. Uh...how’d you get my number?”

Harry chuckled again which made Bronwyn clench her teeth.

“I have my ways.”

Bronwyn rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”

“I got it through NPR. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I guess not,” she muttered.

“I suppose I should tell you why I’m calling. I saw your article online, and I wanted to thank you.”

“Oh?” She wasn’t sure why she should’ve been surprised. It was about him. Of course he’d read it.

“Yeah, it was really well-done, and your photos were excellent.”

“Thanks,” said Bronwyn, nonchalantly as she traced the pattern on one of her blankets.

“Also, I’m…” Harry hesitated. “I’m also calling for another reason.”

“You are?”

“It was really good to see you again, and I hated that you had to leave in a rush.”

“Well, you know, those articles don’t write themselves,” Bronwyn remarked sarcastically.

Harry giggled then, making Bronwyn want to throw something. She looked around the bed, but only found a discarded empty tissue box. It made an insignificant thud as it hit the bathroom door frame.

“I’d like to thank you properly, Bronwyn,” said Harry. “I’m in New York now. I’ll be here for the rest of the week. Can we meet somewhere? For dinner or drinks?”

Nearly dropping her phone at his inquiry, Bronwyn jumped as the kettle began to whistle.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry,” Bronwyn replied in a rush as she reached for the stove. “I don’t-.”

“I know you’re probably busy, but I’d love to catch up. It’s been so long and...I’d hate to know we’re in the same city, and I can’t even say hello.”

Bronwyn gave a saucy laugh. “I thought that’s why you called.”

“I mean in person,” said Harry, still not catching on to her tone. “Doesn’t have to be dinner. Just coffee, if that suits.”

The warm kettle in her hand, Bronwyn remembered how badly she’d wanted coffee. She’d still have to get dressed to go fetch it, but at least she could go to her favourite cafe and have some company…

Wait. Am I really considering this?, she thought.

“Please?” she heard him ask.

Well, she was right about one thing. The mystery caller was persistent. That only added to the long list of other adjectives she had going for him like deceitful, fake, obnoxious and contemptuous, although admittedly that list also included charming, handsome and talented. With a sigh of surrender, she poured the hot water out into the sink.

“The Corner Cafe,” she said. “I’ll meet you there. Four o’clock okay with you?”

“It’s fine. What corner is it on?”

“Google it,” ordered Bronwyn. “That’s the name of the cafe.”

“Not a very original name.”

Managing to crack a smile, Bronwyn opened her bureau and pulled out a pair of jeans and a jumper.

“Four o’clock, Harry. See you then.”

Pressing the button to hang up before he could say anything else, Bronwyn dropped her phone on the bed next to the clothes she’d just picked out and turned for the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bronwyn?” she asked herself aloud as she stepped into the shower. “You have gone and lost your mind.”

Despite the bright, cloudless day, there was still a brisk chill in the air. Bronwyn pulled the collar of her coat up, wishing she’d brought her hat and scarf. Fortunately, the walk to the Corner Cafe was short, and she arrived well before time to meet Harry. Ordering her favourite latte, she decided on a chicken salad sandwich as well, since she hadn’t anything to eat after her long nap. Choosing a table in the corner by the window, she shrugged out of her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Biting into her sandwich, she saw a small crowd form just outside. She wondered what the commotion was about until a girl turned around with her hand over her mouth, her phone in her hand.

It was not uncommon for Bronwyn to see a celebrity or two on the street. Granted, it was not an everyday occurrence, but she’d walked by a few since living in New York. Just last week she saw Jimmy Fallon and his wife at a pizza joint she frequented. Even being somewhat in the business, she still got starstruck from time to time. What she did not do, however, was disturb a celebrity when they were having dinner or even stop them on the street to ask for a selfie. She adored her privacy, and tried to respect others’. She wondered how famous people handled it all. She reckoned she’d go mad.

Within minutes, by the time she’d just about finished the first half of her sandwich, the crowd dispersed and a tall figure in a black hoodie turned and made his way to the cafe door. When the bell jingled, Bronwyn looked up from her latte to see him pause and scan the room. Their eyes connecting, he smiled with a small wave of his hand before walking up to the counter to place his order. Bronwyn took in his appearance - a black hoodie, black sweats and black trainers. She wondered how on earth anyone had recognised him at all. Perhaps it was the large pink tote bag he was carrying on his shoulder. She snorted to herself, taking another bite from her sandwich. Grateful the cafe was somewhat empty except for a couple of people hastily typing away on their laptops, she waited as Harry received his beverage and strolled towards her.

“I promise I tried my best to be on time,” he declared, his free hand on his chest.

“You are,” remarked Bronwyn. “I was early.”

“Ah!” Harry nodded, placing his cup on the table across from her.

She caught the look on his face as he paused again, clearly waiting for her to rise for a hug or kiss on the cheek. When she didn’t, he bit his lip, removed the bag from his shoulder and sat down.

“You look lovely,” he said.

For a second, Bronwyn was about to look down at her rose coloured jumper when she remembered his comment was probably automatic, and not necessarily sincere. Still, she wasn’t one to ignore or dismiss a compliment.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“Sorry I look like a right slob. I was hoping to look inconspicuous.”

Bronwyn couldn’t help but smirk. “Didn’t work out for you, no?”

“Oh, you noticed?”

Bronwyn shrugged. “I might’ve caught something through the window.”

Harry’s shoulders shook as she chuckled low. “Could’ve been worse. At least it was just a few.”

“I couldn’t stand it,” Bronwyn shook her head as she wiped her hands on the napkin. “I dunno how you do it.”

“You get used to it.”

“I doubt it. I value my privacy too much.”

Harry was quiet as Bronwyn pushed aside her nearly empty plate and took a sip from her latte. She eyed his ringed fingers as they picked up his own drink and brought it to his lips.

“So, how’ve you been?” he finally asked, setting down his cup.

“You asked me that already.”

“When?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yesterday. Unless you meant, how’ve I been since then.”

Harry smirked and shook his head. “No, I guess not. I reckon I’m just interested in what you’ve been doing since...I saw you last.”

“Are you really?” Bronwyn asked flatly.

“Of course. You live here in New York now,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“And you still take photos.”

“Yeah.”

“And you do freelance work.”

“Yep.”

“What else?”

Bronwyn pursed her lips and shrugged. “That’s...pretty much it.”

“Oh, c’mon, there must be something else,” argued Harry as he leant forward. “Tell me more about you.”

Trying not to roll her eyes at him, Bronwyn sighed.

“I…” she began, holding her arms out at her sides, “still look the same.”

“Yeah, you do,” Harry grinned widely. “That’s why I recognised you so quickly. Your hair might be a wee bit shorter, maybe a little darker…”

“Hmm…” Bronwyn pondered.

“No cute, short dress or boots though,” Harry added, taking a peek under the table.

A laugh left Bronwyn’s throat before she could stop it, and one from Harry soon followed. She felt the blush in her cheeks and quickly cleared her throat.

“You still into the vintage stuff?” Harry asked.

“Of course. I just don’t regularly parade around in it at four o’clock on a Wednesday. In February.”

Harry giggled again, his eyes squinting.

Please stop doing that, Bronwyn thought. This is hard enough for me without you being so...ugh.

She didn’t want to admit that she still found him so incredibly attractive. Years may have separated their last encounter, but it wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen his face since that night. Despite her persistence in trying to avoid having anything to do with One Direction, they had been a massively popular band. When she’d heard of their split, followed by the buzz of Harry’s rising solo career, she’d continued to keep her distance as much as possible. Sat across from him now in a quiet cafe, his green eyes trying their best to read hers, the memories of seven years ago came flooding back.

“That reminds me,” announced Harry, interrupting her thoughts. “I brought you something.”

Raising her brows in question, Bronwyn watched Harry pick up the tote bag by his feet and hand it to her.

“I remember how you prefer vinyl, so I thought you might like that,” he added.

Taking the bag from him, Bronwyn hesitantly opened it and pulled out an album, Harry’s pointing pose adorning the front cover.

“This is your album,” she frowned.

“You don’t have a copy already, do you?”

“No. I actually listened to it on Spotify.”

“Oh. Good, then,” Harry grinned.

“Thanks,” Bronwyn commented dryly. “Do you...um...want the tote bag back?”

“No, no. I brought that for you to carry it in. So you won’t be walking home with my face under your arm,” he laughed.

“How thoughtful.”

She could feel his eyes on her as she hung the tote on the back of her chair. Looking back at him, she caught the deep frown on his face before he lifted his coffee cup to his mouth. No doubt she had hurt his feelings, or at least bruised his ego a bit. But she didn’t care. She found it utterly conceited of him to assume she’d want a copy of his record. But then...of course he did. That’s why he was there with her. It was all about the article she’d written about him. His music. His album. How stupid she was to even consider anything else.

“Well um...I’m glad you liked my article,” she said, trying to soften the blow a bit, and also hopefully end their meeting soon.

“I did,” Harry nodded, lowering his cup. “But that’s not really why I called you. I said that, right?”

“Why did you?”

A smile twitching at his lips, Harry leant forward again. “You think I call everyone who writes something about me?”

Oh fuck off, are you joking?

“You mean, you don’t?” Bronwyn asked, playing his game.

Harry laughed, resting his chin in his hand. “Bronwyn, love. What happened that night?”

“What night?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed. “What’dya mean, what night? The night. The film premiere. You and I.”

“It’s you and me,” Bronwyn corrected. “Why do people always get that wrong?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I had to leave,” she answered softly.

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Something came up.”

“What something?”

Her eyes involuntarily began to water, and she looked around the room. “Can we not talk about this now? It was a long time ago.”

Harry stared at her for what felt like minutes as she finished the last sips of her coffee. Finally resolving to the fact that she wasn’t going to give him a legitimate answer, he sat back with a sigh.

“Alright then.”

“Right,” Bronwyn agreed. “So, if we’re done, I do need to get home. I have some work to do.”

Harry didn’t bother to hide the disappointed look on his face this time. He rose from his chair as Bronwyn stood and grabbed the tote bag and her coat. He startled her when he took her coat from her and held it out for her to slip her arms inside.

“Thank you,” she barely whispered, looking at the ground. “And thanks for the...um...vinyl.”

“You’re welcome. I’d hoped to buy you coffee and perhaps something to eat, but you’d beat me to it.”

“Sorry,” she managed a shy grin. “I was hungry. I’d slept all day, what with being up all night writing. That’s why I came early. I wasn’t expecting you to...I mean, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“Ah, I see,” Harry grinned back. “Well...I hate to say goodbye, Bronwyn. But it really was good to see you. I hope it’s not another...seven years until we meet again.”

Giving a tight smile, Bronwyn nodded. “Well, goodbye, Harry. Take care.”

This time she allowed him a short embrace as he kissed her cheek. Then he held the door open as she slipped outside into the cold air. Harry said another goodbye before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Bronwyn strode swifty down the sidewalk until coming to a stop, turning only to watch him pull his hood over his head and cross the street before wiping her wet eyes and walking the rest of the way home.

20 August, 2013 - London, England, UK

Nah, nah nah, nah nah nah nah!

Bronwyn giggled as she swayed against Harry’s body as he stood behind her, his arms wound around her while her own waved high in the air. The entire room had decided to join in a chorus of the Beatles’ “Hey Jude”, and in their overt intoxicated state, she and Harry were happy to include themselves in the mix.

Bronwyn felt like she was on cloud nine. She’d been having the best time with Harry all evening. Not only was he cute and charming, as well as a bit cheeky, but he was also a gentleman, continuously asking if she was okay, if she needed anything. After several drinks and a raiding of the buffet, she was surprised that he had stuck around, never leaving her side except to go to the toilet. They chatted with several people throughout the night, including a couple of his bandmates, but mostly they just enjoyed each other’s company and getting to know each other.

By the time the song was over, Harry had his face in the crook of her neck. His breath gave her goosebumps, but she hoped to God he wouldn’t release her just yet.

“Come with me,” he requested, his voice low in her ear.

“Where?” she asked, her hands on his arms that were still around her.

“Somewhere...away from here.”

Unsure if he was being literal or figurative, Bronwyn grabbed his hand, loosening his grip. Turning to face him, she smiled up at his heavily hooded eyes.

“C’mon,” she beckoned, pulling in towards the door.

They made it out into the hallway, a set of lifts in front of them, two more hallways on either side.

“Which way, darling?” she asked him. “Take your pick.”

Tugging her arm, Harry chose the hallway on the left, guiding her to where exactly, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. She was just so happy to be with him, she would have followed him anywhere.

When they reached a closed door on the right, Harry stopped and tried the knob. Locked. Then he tried another. Locked as well.

“Bugger,” he scowled.

Bronwyn giggled, finding his pout fetching.

“I reckon they don’t want any hanky panky going on here,” she commented.

Harry glared at her, feigning shock. “Who said anything about hanky panky?”

“Oh please!” she ribbed, playfully poking him in the side.

“Heyyyy,” he laughed before pulling her closer.

Bronwyn stared at him as he beamed at her, flipping her insides so much it felt like a gymnastics team doing somersaults.

“Let’s see what’s down this way,” he urged, pulling her with him once again.

At the end of the hall was a small alcove. It wasn’t much, but no one was in view, and it was probably the best privacy they were going to get. Guiding her inside, Harry pressed her against the wall, his hands on her hips.

“I do kinda fancy you,” he confessed, his eyes dancing while his lips were so close to hers they almost touched.

“I kinda figured that out,” Bronwyn nodded with a smirk.

Another glorious smile spread across Harry’s face as Bronwyn slid her hands up his arms. He continued to stare at her, like he was examining every feature of her face, piece by piece. She liked the way he looked at her, but the fire that had already ignited down below was now aflame.

“Only one thing I can’t figure out though, and it’s been driving me mad, Harry,” she added.

His eyebrows lifted in question as his perfect lips fell into a look of perplexity.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Why it’s taking you so bloody long to kiss me.”

What do you think of Harry and Bronwyn so far?? Please like, comment, reblog or send me a msg!

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[ryanhamiltonwalsh]

A Rick Rolls a Nation — a timeline of the JD Vance couch joke

July 15th, 2024: "can't say for sure but he might be the first vp pick to have admitted in a ny times bestseller to fucking an Inside-out latex glove shoved between two couch cushions (vance, hillbilly elegy, pp. 179-181)." — @ rickrudescalves (the now deleted tweet)

Arguably, this ground zero tweet overly complicates things. Soon, the "latex glove" element will be completely forgotten and JD will *only* be fucking couches "raw dog style" in almost all subsequent variations on the joke.

July 15th, 2024 - Present: The joke goes absolutely bonkers viral. Comedian Kathy Griffin, who famously overstepped in 2017 by posing for a photo with a model of Trump's bloodied, disembodied head, believes the joke to be true, boosts it as if it is.

July 24th, 2024: The Associated Press publishes a fact check of the "claim," which is inherently hilarious.

July 25th, 2024: The Associated Press retracts the piece, causing fans of the Vance/couch meme to go wild with delight, the joke being that they retracted it because there's actually something to it. “The story, which did not go out on the wire to our customers, didn’t go through our standard editing process. We are looking into how that happened" — AP spokesperson Nicole Meir

July 30th, 2024: Business Insider tracks down the originator of the joke and interviews him --->

"@ rickrudescalves hid the post within a week of publishing it, but the couch joke had already left an impression."

He says he was uncomfortable with the attention the joke received, and is mildly worried about being accused of election interference, but has no regrets.

Rick cites Werner Herzog, Jorge Luis Borges, John Fowles, and Hunter S. Thompson in explaining precedents for the form and details of the joke.

July 31st, 2024: JD Vance either intentionally makes a lame joke embracing (or trying to claim ownership of) the couch meme, or does so accidentally via free association. Either way, it falls totally flat and the man continues to dazzle America with his complete lack of charisma and his disgusting views on women's rights.

August 6th, 2024: Tim Walz is selected as Kamala Harris's Vice Presidential running mate. That night, in Philadelphia, Walz kills with a Vance/Couch joke.

August 7-8th-ish, 2024: The far right, led by Laura Loomer and Don Jr, makes an unfunny, clumsy, intentional attempt to do the same kind of joke with Walz by claiming...he...drinks horse cum? Because this is so...just gross—a classic over-escalation, you might say—and completely manufactured, this attempt seems to be dead on arrival.

August 9th, 2024: The non-GOP backlash officially begins. New York Magazine pubishes:

"Besides the tiresome-but-correct moral case, leaning on fake memes also just isn’t necessary, much as it may delight Democrats’ online base. Good political candidates have always known how to get vicious while staying within the lines of accuracy. This means homing in on opponents’ real weaknesses, a task the Harris campaign has thus far excelled at."

To which there was an excellent Twitter response:

Right. Who owns the joke? Is it democrats? Is it officials or citizens? The answer is no one, and therefore the idea it can be policed is itself a kind of joke, I think.

Where will it go from here? We shall see.

I wonder if we'll ever learn the identity of Rick, because, I agree, I think a joke made in mid-July may have altered history.

[porterdavis]

From the NY Times Style Magazine:

When it was first published by The Associated Press, the photojournalist Richard Drew’s image of a man falling to his death from the World Trade Center on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, was denounced by many readers as exploitative. Several media outlets published the image once, on Sept. 12 — including The Times, on page A7 — but it then disappeared from circulation, confined to shock websites like rotten.com.

There was no shortage of graphic images of 9/11, including footage of the planes flying into the buildings. But Drew’s photo was uniquely unsettling because of its uncomfortable elegance: a single victim, framed by both north and south towers, caught in a fragile stasis before death.

The image eventually began a strange afterlife as “one of the most famous photographs in human history,” according to the journalist Tom Junod, who wrote a 2003 essay in Esquire in which he attempts to identify the falling man. He couldn’t — not definitively. No one has. Recalling war photography that valorizes the unknown soldier, “Falling Man” would go on to be one of the inspirations for a novel by Don DeLillo and an opera by Daniel Levy.

Long after the dust settled on the former site of the World Trade Center, the photograph of the unnamed man remains, like “an unmarked grave,” in Junod’s words, merely asking that we look at it. — E.I.

Photo - Richard Drew/AP Photos

[fashionbooksmilano]

Exhibit A Guy Bourdin

Samuel Bourdin- Fernando Delgado

Foreword by Luc Sante, Essay by Michel Guerrrin

Bulfinch,/Little Brown Publ., Boston NY London 2001, 208 pages, 38x29cm, 81 four col. & 19 duotone phot., ISBN 0-812-266 9 X

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Guy Bourdin's surreal and erotic imagery filled pages of international magazines throughout the 1970s. Within the medium of fashion photography, he gave shape to a dark and intriguing vision that exerted lasting influence on the international style scene and altered the contemporary aesthetic. Bourdin rarely allowed his work to appear outside the pages of the magazines, and there has never been a book published devoted to his remarkable legacy. He remained an enigma, shunning publicity and becoming reclusive. After his death the French government seized all his work for non-payment of taxes and it was thought a book would be impossible. However, published under the guidance of Bourdin's son, Samuel Bourdin (who put his affairs in order and enabled publication) and creative director Fernando Delgado, Exhibit A presents for the first time a comprehensive look at the range and depth of Bourdin's photographic work, from the mid-1950s until his death in 1991. The images herein represent the highlights of his career - including his work for Vogue Paris and his revolutionary advertising campaign for Charles Jourdan shoes. Bourdin is featured and canonized in every history of commercial photography for a style described by one historian as the 'look of an era, glamorous, hard-edged with implied narratives and strong, erotic undercurrents'. Vogue became a playground for him, the magazine's double-page spread allowing him to indulge his fantasies. He constructed narratives and small scenarios; inventive, shocking and erotic they only served to nurture his own macabre and dangerous persona. A biographical essay by Michel Guerrin, photography critic for Le Monde, will provide a long-overdue look at Bourdin's career. Writer Luc Sante (author of American Photography 1890-1965 and New York Noir) contributes a foreword. Exhibit A: Guy Bourdin is a landmark volume; these compelling images are as provocative today as they were over two decades ago, and they have left an indisputable mark upon contemporary photography and the visual arts.

19/10/24

[shannendoherty-fans]

August 1992 - Shannen Doherty on the cover of YM (Young & Modern) magazine, by Firooz Zahedi.

Brunette bombshell Shannen Doherty – How she got it all - Part 2.

The got-it-all Girl

Shannen’s love life

What she looks for in a guy: “I’m not going to lie like a lot of people and say, ‘I look for a sense of humor and a personality first.” I look for a good-looking guy first.” (laughs)

How she makes her relationship work: “We make time for each other. Because when everything is said and done, the acting may not be there, but the relationship will.”

Why they postponed the wedding: “We were supposed to get married last March 15. You know, it goes from this small, intimate wedding to his parents’ giving me a list to my parents’ giving me a list. Two hundred of each parents’ closest friends are all of a sudden invited to your wedding. I was going bonkers.”

On her wedding dress: “I designed my own wedding dress. It’s a little too ritzy, a Beverly Hills kind of dress. I’m not too psyched about it, so I think I’m going to do it all over. I'll have them make it a more simple dress.”

Wedding of the century: “[So far] we haven’t found a place that’s big enough to hold the wedding in the style we wanted. We wanted it to be very 30s mixed with Italian charm. All Italian food’s going to be served at our wedding. My favorite is Italian food, my absolute fave.”

Shannen speaks

On Brenda: "I think everybody can relate to my character. She's not the perfect girl in that she really flubs up sometimes. She males huge mistakes, like kissing another guy when she has a boyfriend. Whatever it is, I think she's becoming a stronger character."

On her looks: "You know, my eyes are a little off center. Somebody pointed it out to me. I went, 'Really?' So I went home, and I looked in the mirror, and I said, 'Wow, they are.' And you know, to me, it's cool. It maes me different."

Her day: "Usually I have a 6:30 A.M. call So I get up at 4:30... book to work... sit in the make-up chair for an hour." She gets home between 8:30 and 9:00 P.M.

Her hair: "I wash it in the morning and I put conditioner on it, and that's about it."

Tattoos: "I have a proble with being a grandmother and having tattoos. I think they're cool. But they're a little too trendy for me now. It's, like, if I got a tattoo now, I'd be another trendy L.A. person. And that's what I don't want."

Shannen answers your questions

“When you were in high school, did you have any trouble fitting in?” —Ardis Dumalski, 15, Park Ridge, IL “I never fit in. I was unusual looking. Guys in high school didn’t like me. They were into the typical California blonds. I dressed unusual. Kids are ruthless. I got harassed all the time. You want to know the best thing about being in US magazine’s ‘Ten Most Beautiful Women’ section? All those guys who used to say I was so ugly, I can, like, throw this in their face and say, ‘Excuse me, f— you! Your opinion means s— now.’ ”’

“What's it like to become famous so quickly? How has it changed your life?” —Lyndsey Robertson, 14, Argenta, IL “One word: overwhelming. It’s overwhelming and it’s interesting at the same time.”

“How does it feel to be a sex symbol?” —Beth Lemkin, 19, Isla Vista, CA “You never think of yourself as one. To me, I'm not a sex symbol, so I can’t answer that.”

“Do you have any input on 90210’ story lines? If so, what would you like to see happen with Brenda?” —Emily Harris, 19, Hartsdale, NY “Yes. We can give them story-line ideas—sometimes they use them, sometimes they don’t. If we don’t like something in the script, they change it. I'd like to see Brenda become a stronger woman. They should get her out on her own. And have her go through different weird phases.”

“How do you feel about the writers’ having to change Brenda's sexual decisions because of advertising, viewers, parents and other outside pressures?” —Emily Harris, 19, Hartsdale, NY “Unfortunately those people who didn’t like that are not being realistic, because a lot of teenagers are having sex.”

"What do you do when the show is on hiatus?” —Andrea Wilson, 22, Cambridge, MA “I do movies, like I'm doing a movie of the week now. It’s called Obsession. I'm this 24-year-old girl who falls for a guy in his 50s. And he breaks up with me, and I go psycho.”

"A lot of people think you're really conceited. Why do you think this is?” —Ingrid Douglas, 16, Brooklyn, NY “Cause people read too much bad press. Because the only way the Enquirer can sell is to write bad stuff about you. They say nightmare stuff about me all the time. They said Luke and I hate each other. They say that I throw temper tantrums over my wardrobe. Well, if I threw temper tantrums over my wardrobe, why do I still wear such clothes on the show?”

“Do you spend time off the set with the other actors from 90210?" —Suzy Sherman, 18, Framingham, MA “I hang out with Tori, she’s a really good friend of mine. I’ve gone to a club with Jennie, I've hung out with Jason. I don’t hang out with Gab—she’s kind of on a different level from me.”

(Part 1)

[jkottke]

The NY Times Style Magazine asked a bunch of artists and creatives what they’re working on next. My favorite answer (from artist Eric Mack): “I’m starting to recharge in order to begin my next body of work.”

[dancefloors]

I've always found her to be a fascinating character study too, and the dichotomies of her career alone are worth pondering about when you consider her public image. If I could ask, is there a source where I can read about the pr-driven strategic friendships you mentioned? I'd look it up myself but I'm not sure what I'd search and I'd love to read more – as a casual fan who has watched her career from afar and is familiar with most of the discourses surrounding her/her career/public image. (Really agree with your analysis btw!)

I wish I could pin-point a thinkpiece to draw from but most of what I ramble about is just from being there real time.. there's no critic like a (former) fan. Putting a read more bc I am annoying myself and talking too much

I will say the PR exploited friendships thing becomes obvious when you consider the 1989 era rebrand into feminism, attempt to dispel serial dater/spiteful ex image, and her bizarre insistence to this day that the album was about "moving to NY with her friends" and not any sort of romantic relationship. Combined with talk of "fair-weather friends" and wanting to build a girl squad to stick together and defend each other like men in the industry do (in rep/lover era) just for many of that group to fall away and say they're not really that close when it no longer benefited their image.

I think it takes one second of questioning (and not as a deluded homo for once) "why bother doing a series of interviews and magazine covers about Your Best Friendship With Karlie Kloss. Why bring out Kendall Jenner during Style" while also considering her material aims during that era for things to slot into place.

I hope any of those terms or examples helps the search or curiosity.

Disclaimer: not hate at all just observation but perhaps a little bitter and jaded and exhausted observation I will admit. Loike Am I saying she deserves to be burnt at the stake for daring to have a perhaps less than entirely authentic PR safety net of friendship that was mutually beneficial, and be a bit loud about it? No. But can I fault the consumer for recognising marketing when they see it and getting exhausted that every waking moment hearing about The Beautiful Power of Womanhood and Celebrity Elites Holding Hands In Circle starts to feel like your living in a tampon commercial...? I'm afraid not chief, sorry.

[celebratingwomen]

Sarah Michelle Gellar for The NY Times

[morgana-ren]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C0rX6RIBuZH/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Wanted to share the pic but also ask about fashion for your ocs! What's their style like??

Lmao the shirtless vests always get us. That and the tattoos. I am a fiend for tattoos, I will tell you that.

Alright, this is as good as a time as any to say that Nighty dearest (Nightmare) for various lore reasons, has changed his name. He is Corvus now. It fits him for a lot of really long and convoluted reasons but anyway, when you see me referring to Corvus I am referring to he who was Nightmare. I am trying to get the hang of it, please help me not confuse myself.

So, Reaver wears his typical rich people shit, fine satins and suits, but worse. Imagine the gaudiest shit you've ever seen, and add a huge stovepipe hat onto it. He's got the long double-buttoned coat, with the silk shirt, the vest with his dumbass insignia, the stupid gold pocket watch, all of it. He tends to dress somewhat monochromatically, preferring white and black, but he will sometimes dip into red and brown for accent shirts. He dresses very similar to how he does in canon, but with a little modern flair. He gets made fun of the most ny the others, but he does not care. He thinks he looks impeccable, and the fashion magazines are inclined to agree (or they'd be bought out, gutted, and their editor killed.)

He prefers his hair pitch black, gelled and cut clean, a bit longer in the front with a coif. It fits perfectly under his stupid hat. his bang slops down on his face when he sleeps and it reaches his chin and it's very funny. He's very clean cut, no beard, no mustache. How could you see his handsome jaw line if he had a mustache? (His words, not mine.) Don't forget the heart he has tattooed on his cheek.

Astarion tends to dress very similar to how he does normally. He prefers the finer things, but he's not gaudy like Reaver is. Occasionally Corvus and Reaver will dog on him for dressing in 'ye olde doublets' but eventually it got to him and he stopped wearing them as much (he still thinks they're fashionable and comfortable though.) Think his camp white shirt, tight pants, and high boots. Usually he's fairly casual, but always fashionable in the way you'd expect a vampire lord to be. He is partial to Corvus's clothes and that means leather. If he's going fancy, he might borrow a thing or two from the other lads, but mostly, he's very relaxed, so formal gear is different. Not quite as slutty as Corvus is, but still very suggestive vampy clothes.

Astarion keeps his hair mostly the same, but is open and partial to trying new styles. Same silvery hair, same elaborate styles. Clean cut as well. It looks longer than you'd think when it's wet or unstyled.

Corvus dresses like a prostitute started dressing like a pirate that started to buy into the act. Flowing, deep, revealing shirts, pants that are so tight that it's amazing he can move, velvet outer coats with filigree and intricate designs, and huge hats with feathers when he's feeling fancy. This man will call you a slut while you can see his whole ass chest and every curve and outline of his lower body. He does the 'whore' thing with his rapier-- you know, when you limply rest your hand on the hilt. He's willowy and tall, and he dresses like every pirate captain you've ever seen if every pirate captain was an unaware whore. Loves leather pants, and gets them custom with the tail slot for him. Loves loose, flowy shirts that bare his entire fucking upper body. Linen pants. You know, pirate boy shit-- if every pirate was a gigantic whore. He will dress in the finest he can when he wants to, but the lads and their formal gear are a bit different than their 'lounging about' outfits.

He'll have his silver hair back and braided with a lovely little matching ribbon, usually. Or just put into a low ponytail. He keeps his hair longer than Reaver and Asto, but not necessarily long. He's usually clean cut facial hair wise, unless it's one of those aus where he is just so exhausted that he cannot be assed to shave.

Ilya hasn't aged a day mentally since he turned 36. He prefers expensive long silk robes with metal cuffs and accents. This man dresses elaborately even when he's just sitting around the house doing nothing. He has one in every color. Sashes in every color. Jewelry in every color. He has special battle robes that offer a bit more protection. Just fucking robes and loose pants. When he's lounging lavishly, he'll just leave it open with his bare chest, because he's just like that. He has his hat in a multitude of colors. He has a huge closet with robes of all kinds. Bell sleeves. Regular sleeves. Sleeves with hidden compartments. Satin robes. Silk robes. Velvet robes. Robes that trail for six fucking feet behind him. He doesn't like jackets and shirts. When he goes in public, he will pretend to be a foreign dignitary. You will never see this man in one of Reaver's outfits. He's partial to leather pants because he likes the look, but mostly, it's his dumbass robes.

Ilya keeps his dark hair long. Very long. Waist to hip area usually. Brushed meticulously every day, cared for impeccably. Braided and pinned and kept beneath his hat when he's going out. Put into a bun or a braid or a low pony tail when he is at home or training. He will keep it loose sometimes, but it just depends. If you're trying to grow your hair out, you are going to hate seeing this man every goddamn day with his immaculate locks. Long and thick and slightly wavy and full. He's an asshole.

[dynamoe]

My friend gave me this two months ago so I could hear the commentaries but I only just am listening to them now

The Rosey Grier Needlepoint for Men insert is the best visual reference in the season and why I finally busted out this DVD (to take a screencap for a friend who brought it up in conversation)

even the interior pages in the reverse angle? too much!

What can I learn from these commentaries and how can I use this canonical information? Let's semi-live blog...

Season 7 redesigned Billy is so ugly. I hate it... but he looks OK in some shots because the animators can't keep him consistent looking.

I'm glad the commentary calls out the very Robert Ludlum-y title construction theme they had most of the season.

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Billy calls himself a neurogeneticist in Curse of the Haunted Problem (S07E01) which he hasn't since Are You There God? (S01E09). Where's this neurogeneticisizing happening, huh? Off camera? When do you have the time? Billy, admit you're a part-time surgeon AT BEST.

In (S07E03) Arrears in Science, Jonashead also calls Billy a neurogeneticist while requesting Billy perform surgery. Which a surgeon does, not a geneticist.

Commentary: "White, perpetual victim" "He hides during violent scenes. He's always hiding behind things." There was a scene cut that would have explained his decline into a sweaty wifebeater axe-wielding state. Jackson calls Pete's outfit a "Milli Vanilli jacket." Pete doesn't do much of anything else for the rest of the season.

Despite being the focus of The Bellicose Proxy (S07E06), neither Billy nor White have very many lines in it.

The rooftop tennis court where St. Cloud rehearses with Monarch/21— I remember seeing it from NY classroom windows but according to Doc H's commentary, it's been demolished since the episode came out

That red paintball paint would permanently stain White's jacket. Missed opportunity that it wasn't stained through the rest of the episode but it sounds this episode was a nightmare to animate as is.

Billy is way too small inside the Delta Boy/Diet Pepsi space suit. He loses like a foot of height. Was it intentional? (His height & head size is all over the place in these episodes.)

Commentary: Somewhere, there's audio a very long riff of the two ad-libbing as White/Billy describing their imagined beat down of St. Cloud. And 30 minutes of Billy riffing inside the cloud of laughing gas which Doc argued would be a great episode, even with no animation on screen. (I agree, but I'm an outlier.)

Commentary: I hadn't picked up that Killer Drone was supposed to look like a '60s Japanese sentai hero/villain, according to Doc H. (Like that would fight Ultraman or Kamen Rider, I guess.) but I see it.

Commentary: Neither of them knew the name of the Grumman Moon Suit but "The one from Life Magazine," is a pretty accurate epithet.

They didn't know the name of the Avrocar either. (The real Moon Suit prototype was 8 feet tall! A big-ass Diet Pepsi!)

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The Forecast Manufacturer (S07E09) has too much shitting information in it. (I don't need this kind of canon, guys.)

Coffee gives Billy diarrhea. Already used that "fun fact" in this chapter.

Billy went to summer camp (where he couldn't shit) at some point.

Billy needs to read to have a shit (don't want to know this.)

What does he have to do? Bleed for you? His rectum is probably bleeding right now. (ugh)

Rusty: "Do you shave your chest?" line strikes me as coming out of nowhere. Even though Billy has stripped off in loads of episodes, this is the first time he's kickin' it underpants-only-style in front of Rusty. (Nice soft-edged blush on Billy's face here. He's less ugly in-episode than on his model sheet for this episode.)

Commentary: Jackson mentions Billy painting the rest of his arm to look like a full robot. Doc describes Billy having a latex hand cover he doesn't wear because it makes his hand look too big and bloated (I wrote Billy testing a synthetic hand cover in future chapter, now have to rewrite it so it doesn't seem like a ripoff)

The Inamorata Consequence (S07E05)

"White, perpetual victim" "He hides during violent scenes. He's always hiding behind things."

Helper kicked Billy into the pool and Hank filmed it with his watch.

None of these other episodes have Billy or White so I've lost interest.

[freeworldallahmbaclass]

50 Cent executive MBA Class Omari Hardwick style class it's a style and look GQ man of the year and time magazine man of the year New York City man of the year and America's man of the year Allen Henry aka Free World 🌎 2019 , 2020 , 2021 , 2022 and again 2023 and did I mention I won the Nobel memorial prizes twice 2019 and 2021 for economic sciences and the Nobel peace prize 🏆 with good company like Martin Luther King JR he won his back then I won it a couple years ago and I'm still living and yeah Martin Luther King Jr is my role model he has a class of excellence politics and style about him that I love I champion MLK they don't give him enough props

50 Cent executive MBA Class Omari Hardwick style class it's a style and look

Suits and ties

The town go back to 50 Cent and I get a piece of the action ( New York City ) As an MBA conducting my business in New York the 16th captain and current captain of New York City I made NY Yankees history , thank you .

And I'm going for riverside drive

The new ferry Sports centurion museum and factories for manufacturing and production .

And I'll take Manhattan at least the great parts of it to conduct business as a mover and shaker And Queens business centers .

Then I also am going global with my business and music and betterment movement .

In return I draw up politics to fix up the Bronx , Brooklyn , Harlem , Staten Island and Queens

Politics - ✓Living wages minimum wage increase and tax cuts ✓Job safety and secure in occupation act ✓Fair chance act to compete for jobs ✓Increased employment opportunities in New York City for the formerly incarcerated and full time and permanent employment for people on human resources administration public assistance Into full stable employment with union protection securing their job and future .

New York City accomplishments

I got hotels for the homeless in New York City 2021

I got Amazon workers their union contract

I got Starbucks workers their union contract

I got the minimum wage increased from $ 11 dollars an hour to $ 15 dollars to $ 17 dollars an hour

I got the fair chance to compete for a job act of 2019 in New York City and California hopefully other cities and countries are going to follow suit

I legalized marijuana in New York City

I cleaned up fox square in Brooklyn , NY

Free college education in New York City

Free gym membership for people on Medicare

Citi bikes for New Yorkers

Benefit monetary assistance increase for snap and cash assistance recipients

Rikers Island tablet program podcasts and video games for inmates in jail to help stop crime violent crime in prison and to help rehabilitate the guy or woman and stop the back and forth of them going to jail . The tablet have podcasts and programs for Job Search legal research and books to read to help them become better citizens in the free society .

Laws I'm proposing

Job Safety and secure act - 2022

Fair banking act - 2022

Retirement investment plan for employees IRA act - 2022

Ready , willing and able Expansive territory act - 2023

Riverside drive Expansion project act - 2023

The new ferry from New Jersey to New York City - 2023

School sports culture expansion Act Copperas Cove , Texas

Rikers Island schooling expansion act Added on Basic education classes on Rikers Island on the tablet , college programs on the program , online school on the Tablet . -2023

NYCHA ( New York City Housing projects ) plans and ideas for improvement

The New Trench town rock - 2021 , 2022 , 2023

And many other pitches and proposals rebuilding the workforce , wages and structure of New York city and cities like New York .

Next order of business : My Plans for infrastructure in a utopian society hotels jobs pay raise on citizens paycheck from 15 $ - 17 $ dollars minimum wage pay to 19$ dollars to 20$ dollars an hour to better provide for all costs emergencies uncovered insurance payments due to partial health care coverage and full union membership granted to employees of any company free education grants and school loans payment plans

Pay raise for school teachers in every city at junior high school , high school and elementary school level since they are stewards of our children's future .

Pay raise for civil service workers and Civil service exams made and updated daily to the public , school crossing guards , correction officers , supervisors , probation officers , construction site supervisors .

Pay raise for day care workers

Free day care services for temporarily unemployed mothers and fathers

Pay raise for city fire fighters and police officers .

Job contractors fulfilling contracts with back to work public assistance programs that train and employ job candidates without their high school diploma or GED and granting them full employment with full medical and medicare coverage union membership and back to school Acces Vocational rehabilitation counseling and restoration of financial aid assistance for non violent crimes like drug sellers and abusers to stop recidivism to prison and to cure an addiction to a habit of committing perpetual crimes thus creating repeat offenders .

Jobs moving back to inner cities through the effort of study and research groups from urban planning courses from their neighboring colleges .

Tax abatement and financial incentives and business incentives and tax breaks .

Joe Biden and vice president Kamala Harris should include this law into all of their plan for cleaning up America I'm glad to see it go beyond New York City and other counties in New York I want to share this honor with author Michelle Alexander who I did my research from her book about mass incarceration of the black and Latino community and the political office and my friends that help put this law in place I reached out to hopefully stop the recidivism to prison and hopefully to help some of my friends and people that go back and forth to jail because they couldn't get a job due to the felonies on their record I recommend a certificate of relief of disabilities to all people returning to society if they haven't given you one go get it from your county's or borough courthouse it works wonders .

Next order of business : Tax cuts to help the everyday person keep more of their check in their pockets cut the tax rates in New York City by 4 percent I see it as New York State taxes % 8.82 to % 4 percent and business tax cuts to create more jobs Proposal For a Wage increase of $ 22 dollars an hour Including : Fire safety directors Security guards Librarians Fed Ex workers UPS workers Ready Willing and able with free vocational grants from access vr programs they should hire vocational rehabilitation counselors and job developers finding permanent housing and permanent job placement after the clients training Stock Clerks and cashier's at major stores like Gristedes , C Town , met foods , Burlington coat factory wage increase for all warehousing and factory workers jack pallet and forklift training for people with no experience and a starting salary at $ 17 - 19 $ dollars an hour and it increase with more time on the job how about the first year at that base salary of $ 17 - 19 $ dollars and on the even of that year the employee gets an raise of $ 2 dollars more on their check and other financial incentives as cash allocation from their check for newly place employee mutual fund packages besides with other benefits that said company is offering this helps to place that company on the stock market grant their employees preferred stock options from their company that they work for at that current moment and because of the huge huge employee buy in it is like the employers are investing in their employees and their stores and company .

Educational requirements for jobs posted is less than a high school diploma but the job candidate has to be in a vocational program or GED preparation course half or full time hours .

Civil service jobs and exams posted weekly .

Sales professional salary plus commission on sales and stock options for mutual funds packages as bonuses with an wage increase to $ 19 dollars to $ 21 dollars an hour .

Newly added benefits to a job description benefits an employer on jobs posted give to their employees an employer get to hold back cash or take money out of an employees check to put towards a mutual funds stock fund option to help that client make more money as a second job the municipals funds and stock and funds and stock and then you gotta get hedge funds option packaged in to help the employees money make more money for them talk about overtime whew and at the same time that local market and store owner can put his company on the stock market and give out public shares thus in the end making it a good investment a regular place of shopping in a family like environment it is like getting to know your deli clerk , butcher , bakery attendant again only this time you are making money with the people you are spending money with Think about it that in turns build better communities better stores customer relationships safer neighborhoods and the beautifying of economically depressed environments more money for your kids college tuition school supplies newer roads being built leading to and from better neighborhoods and businesses and this is a future that we all as fellow New Yorkers can build together .

New Infrastructure plans

Widening sidewalks for more bikes and outdoor cafes - for the Harlem and Brooklyn New York City's 🏙️🌆 all over the world .

Reducing CO2 emissions

Clean up riverbank and riverside and create stores and entertainment on the water - using waste water management and sewage clean up and stopping illegal toxic poisons dumping in the water .

Repair tunnels , bridges and roads and rerouting towards businesses .

The waterside of any community is the gathering point for recreation .

Create projects to treat 100 % waste water and all illegal dumping and teach people how to care about their rivers - clean up the rivers and water in Brazil .

Conservation create more parks out of swamp lands did you know Central Park 🏞️ in New York City was once a swamp .

Emperor Dom Pedro abolished slavery in Brazil .

Brazil city inner city neighborhoods the slums a place of great fun and adventures - put in place street lamps , electricity , internet , sewage and running water .

Follow Tokyo model - Cleanliness of streets and cleanliness of public transportation , extensive railroads , largest economy , rich soil .

Japan leads in global transition to automation , electric cars and humanoids robots .

Create programmed robots as student tutors with programmed subjects in library centers in group discussion rooms .

Own Hydrogen stations like it is a gas station ⛽

Tokyo is a technology super power of inventions .

Research Tokyo bay aqueduct deal traffic eased and congestion eased by 11 billion dollars mega project that was 1/3 bridges and 2/3 tunnels created out of dry lands .

Japan runs on a seafood diet Urban rail network 40 million train riders a day everyday .

Former trash lands being converted to parks and will even host the Olympics .

Need trucks that drive by each community that sprays an air borne vaccine to help people's well being and longevity of their lives , cutting nicotine habits and controls appetite .

London and New York command center for global economy .

Hydrogen powered vehicles hydrogen oxygen electricity water .

Tokyo most advanced major city with automation and robots that help people regardless of age and nationality .

Need robots that teach Feng shu , tai chi , Kung Fu , Robot doctors , nurses for mental health and surgeons .

Running water and water pumps for Mexico city tap water for each house in Mexico city 🏙️ .

Funding for water fixes .

Study Croton aqueduct - water distribution system cures housing areas with poor sanitation and no running water also cures poor hygiene practices .

Women suffrage and worker's rights in those countries are important .

Water for Bangledash ( Dhaka ) water distribution systems water pumps and clean running water so that the people can cook clean and drink safe healthy water while also having water to wash their clothes

Cleaning the garbage islands in River bank estimated $ 10 - $ 20 million dollar job of cleaning up Riverside drive water from that stink smell and the debris and garbage Bottles

Straws

Plastic bags Pipes

Bandages

Toys

Pollution

And I propose The City of New York build the new ferry Riverboat for harbor crossing to New Jersey be placed on Riverside Drive it Save commuters time and money on transportation from and to New York City creation of Job opportunities , New architecture of communities in New York city restoration of environmentally depressed neighbors like the Grand Concourse neighborhood in the Bronx , New York City thus bringing more jobs to that neighborhood and creating economic vitality for all New Yorkers . New electric trains and platforms on the outside train on 149th street on Grand Concourse in Bronx , New York City .

Pimp my ride TV Show Car dealership on river bank

Environmental impact report : Production and manufacturing factories on Riverbank Harlem Riverside drive bring if not millions of Jobs back to New Yorkers but definitely thousands of jobs back to the city of New York Car museum

ESPN sports center Sports centurion museum celebrating 100 years and better of sports museum with pictures and memorabilia from baseball ⚾ 🏀 , basketball , soccer ⚽ , cricket , rugby , 🏈 football , NASCAR car racing , 🐴 Horse racing And maybe the Olympics on Riverbank Factory and car lot on Riverside Drive in Harlem

New York City Factory : Products in manufacturing ( making the products ) Warehouse 1_ Post cereal Honey bunches of oats , Kelloggs corn flakes cereal Warehouse 2_ Car manufacturing Car parts Warehouse 3_ Bread factory Warehouse 4_ Electronics appliances factory Warehouse 5_ Boat 🚢 manufacturing facility Warehouse 6_ 👟 Sneaker factory

Warehouse 7_ Railroad train track factory

This is for young mothers without any help in the house feed your babies good food 🥝 so they grow up and play sports and make their mom proud 🪴. It is never too late for your education learn with your kids use free daycare services and self learn any skills you need to increase your value in the employment market .

[waitmyturtles]

Tracking away from my usual drama content for a moment to take you on a walk where my mind is going -- I’ve been thinking a lot about fashion lately and want to meditate on it a little bit.

I’ve been posting/cheesing a lot on my faves lately in my reblogs -- Machida Keita, Akaso Eiji, Seo In Guk, etc. -- not only in part because they are gorge, but also because I’ve long subscribed to the belief that Asian fashion magazines just DO fashion better than in Western content. Editorial spreads, analysis, a focus on fit and tailoring, mixing textures and styles, pushing the boundaries of what can be *carried* on a body (say, like, pairing a handbag with a large tote bag, or experimenting with hems and shoes), documenting a much wider variety of high and street styles -- and doing it in a way that doesn’t seem exclusive to each of the populations that the magazines are targeting. 

This is, of course, related in part to the fact that Japan has quite a few more fashion magazines on their newsstands than typical American bookstores. In the States, for edgier content, we have, say, Hypebeast or V or Complex. The sheer slew of *men’s* fashion magazines alone is astounding in Japan, let alone the jawdropping number of women’s fashion magazines. Through my stanning of Japanese actors and actresses through the years, I’ve discovered some magazines that I love, but I’m also just generally drawn to HOW the fashion is depicted and styled. On my highly underutilized IG account, I devotedly follow a number of Japanese stylists and photographers, just for inspiration, while I troll vintage and consignment websites for my actual closet.

Anyway, besides cheesing on my Asian faves (holy crap, the number of covers Machida has had this year is mindblowing, and Akaso is getting more covers, too!), the reason why this is clicking in my mind is because one spread that really got me over the recent holiday weekend is NOT Asian in content or publication -- it’s of one of my fave bands, MUNA, in NME Magazine (London). 

I mean, first of all, I just CAN’T. 

So if you don’t know MUNA (the majority of Tumblr HAS TO KNOW MUNA, RIGHT?! AAGGHH THEY’RE SO GOOD), they are out of Los Angeles, and how else to describe them? The NY Times said that they’re “breaking out of their cult following and bringing its anthems about queer joy to a wider audience.” MUNA is unabashedly queer, their songs have always reflected this, and they’re just ridiculous pop magicians. They signed to RCA until the pandemic, then they were dropped, then they signed to Phoebe Bridgers’s indie label, Saddest Factory, where they released their self-titled third album this year.

Besides the fact that I’ve been utterly obsessed with their newest album from this year (and I got to see them on tour last month, AMAAAHHHHHZING), this NME spread really blew me away for a couple reasons.

All trends come back, right? There’s something deeply 1990s about what we’re seeing in the pictures -- the heavy boots, the boot-cut pants, the sheer midriff top on Katie (redhead), the sheer bodysuit AND low-rise miniskirt on Katie, the generally brown-red theme of the cover.

But. And. Naomi (curly hair) and Josette (short hair). I fucking don’t think I’ve seen a cover this year where people, either alone or in a group, just fucking owned the AIR of a cover. Not even my gorge Asian faves have owned a cover like this. Look at Josette! Hand on her THIGH, legs spread, owning the ROOM between her stance. Josette in the second pic, all black, muscle-cut shirt, heavy belt, the GAZE at Katie. It’s pure OWNERSHIP OF THE SPACE. 

What I love about this NME cover and spread is that the air of the coverage is not about SEX or implied sex, which to be honest, a lot of my fave guy covers and spreads are kinda about. (I mean, look at this -- it’s SFW, it’s Machida on the cover of Nylon Japan. And Seo In Guk’s recent cover from Elle Singapore -- sizzling.) 

(And, interestingly, many women’s magazines in Japan very often focus AWAY from sex -- I could meditate more on this vis à vis modesty, but I don’t want to overgeneralize until I can cite much more research.) (Tangent, sorry.)

This NME cover, to me, is about presence and awareness. It’s not about making a damn STATEMENT. It’s about capturing a MOMENT, a breath, a moment in time where MUNA, after a pandemic filled with uncertainty, have found their certainty. (And, honestly -- the spread IS SEXY. But you can tell that they, and the photographer, didn’t need overt signs of SEX to make this moment happen.)

And looking at this spread made me think on queer fashion for a second. Last year, THEM Magazine had an amazing article on what exactly “queer fashion” means. Is it that fashion is created by the queer community? Are there signals, values, visual ticks, that make fashion “queer”? When I read this piece for the first time last year, it really got my antennae up regarding what I would see, critically, in your regular Western collections (say, like, Balenciaga) and to try to see if I could spot a derivative cop from the queer lens. 

But I think I understand “queer fashion” better, if the term isn’t already outdated, by seeing this NME spread. For me, at least, I see the presence of a project, of people coming together to make TRUE AND LASTING AND LIFTING ART, by queer people being utterly and unabashedly THEMSELVES. To me, MUNA here is showing themselves visually with the sheer power of their presence, in part by what they’ve chosen to wear, and how to wear it, along with representing and bringing with them the incredible music that they’re celebrating in this spread.

This is really powerful to me. It gives me a chill down my spine -- it makes me think that, as a timid girl in my teens and twenties, that I would have loved to have a little of this confidence growing up. 

And I think this spread gives me joy because we’re at a moment in our world’s history where a queer band CAN DO THIS -- own the cover of one of the world’s most important music magazines, breathlessly, confidently, by staring down the camera lens and being their true and honest selves. And they just blow away the spread with layers and layers of deep confidence that, to me, is unbelievably powerful to see.

God, I am just so obsessed with this spread. It gives me so much confidence in being a person. I hope my daughter can be moved by amazing people like MUNA as she grows up.

[notafunkiller]

magazines are filmed way more in advance than this lol. And after the event in LA he spent time with fam, and then flew to, oh wow, another event. He's only a homeboy spending most of his time in NY in your fantasies😘/ why some people get so passibe agressive when they hear something they dont like? This anon say 'i think', thats just an opinion you dont have to agree but this condescending type of writing is not needed (it might be just a concidence but i remember on one blog similar person who wrote in similar style, about topic that include seb not being that close to aw and always ending with this emoji). And magazines can be publish fast, like the gq one about seb from this nyc event it was posted day or two after event so its possible, and if seb knew he will have to go to la and do this article he was ready, went there to do it and they get this thing going fast, if something or someone is hot topic, like seb now with his movies and all other stuff magazines will fight with time to publish fast and make this on time before next interesting thing will come, take the spotlight and be the new hot news .

Plus why some people are always angry when people mention that seb might work more in general and spend more time in nyc than with aw or around stuff related to her but not the other way around?

I agree 100%

[pcwpolwrestling]

10/12-PCW Extreme Political TV

Announcers: ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave AGE: 50 / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 195 HOME: Philadelphia, PA HAIR: Brown / STYLE: Like Ronnie Dunn / FACE: Goatee DRESS: Brown suit without tie

Colleen Crowder ‘Low Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ AGE: 38 / HT: 5’ 5” WT: 142 HOME: New York City, NY HAIR: Black / STYLE: Curly / FACE: Narrow face with rounded jaw, turned-up nose, faint freckles, and thin lips. Bulging blue eyes, thin eyebrows. DRESS: Black pants suit

PCW Champion: Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland) Since 2/10/2024 Contenders: ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels (Progressive Alliance) Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) Mike the Mechanic (Main Street USA)

PCW Women’s Champion: Catherine Cline (Independent) Since 9/21/2024 Contenders: Kathryn Randall Collins (Progressive Alliance) Laura Brobert (American Patriots) ‘American Girl’ Sarah Mae Smith (Main Street USA)

PCW World Television Champion: Starz N. Stripes and ‘The One-Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism (American Patriots) Since 3/3/2024 Contenders: The Deplorables: Ray McAvay/’Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (American Heartland Coalition) The Green World Order: GreenPete/’Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Progressive Alliance) The Sports Entertainment Corporation: Gator Bates/The Alabama Kid (SEC) Bi-Partisan Dream Team: Blue Dog D/RINO Main Street USA: Ken Worth-American Trucker/Farmer John Deer

Opening Dawn McGill’s office was a whirlwind of chaos, much like the hurricane that had just upended her carefully laid plans. She stood behind her desk, her 6-foot frame cutting an imposing figure in a form-fitting red blazer and black pencil skirt. Her medium-length blonde hair was slightly disheveled, a testament to the long night she’d endured rewriting the entire show.

“Damn Hurricane Milton,” Dawn muttered, shuffling through a stack of papers. “As if running a political wrestling company wasn’t hard enough without Mother Nature throwing a clothesline at us.”

She slammed her fist on the desk, scattering papers everywhere. The sound echoed through the room, a physical manifestation of her frustration. Dawn took a deep breath, trying to center herself.

Her eyes darted to the framed Henhouse magazine cover on her wall, featuring herself in a provocative pose. The memory of that photoshoot still made her proud; she looked pretty damn good in the photos. But more importantly, it had given her the seed money to resurrect PCW from the ashes of political discord.

Dawn’s lips curved into a wry smile.  She straightened her blazer, her mind racing with potential solutions. Hurricane Milton had forced them to cancel the television taping last Thursday.

Dawn’s cell phone suddenly blared to life, playing an ironic rendition of “Hail to the Chief.” She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who was calling.

“Yes, Kamala,” Dawn answered, her voice dripping with forced patience. “No, I’ve got this under control.” She quickly ended the call, tossing the phone onto her desk with a sigh.

Dawn McGill turns to face the camera, her platinum blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent light of her office. She leans forward, her low-cut blouse revealing just enough to keep the audience’s attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, PCW fans,” she purred, a hint of steel beneath her honeyed tone. “Tonight’s show had to be rewritten because of Hurricane Milton.  We had to cancel our Florida house show because of the hurricane.  Instead, we’re going to replay three huge PCW matches for you tonight.”

She ticked them off on her manicured fingers, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“First up, we’re going to replay last week’s barn-burner between J.D. Vance and Tim Walz. Then, the clash of titans from last month – Donald Trump versus Kamala Harris. And finally, airing for the first time ever on PCW…”

Dawn paused for dramatic effect, savoring the moment.

“…thank you, Elon Musk… we’re bringing you the replay of the Donald Trump versus Joe Biden match from June!  Then next week, we will have the number one contender’s match for the PCW Women’s Title… Kathryn Randall Collins of the Progressive Alliance, ‘Colorado Gunslinger’ Laura Brobert of the American Patriots, and the American Heartland Coalition’s Sarah Mae Smith. Also next week, we will also have a #1 contender’s match between “Mr. Hollywood” Kevin Daniels of the Progressive Alliance vs. Kirk Walstreit of the American Patriots to determine PCW Champion Charlie Blackwell’s opponent at next month’s Extreme Election Night 2024 ”

“Alright, folks,” Dawn addressed the camera once more. “Let’s kick things off with Vance versus Walz. Johnny Suave, take it away!”

As the feed switched to the match, Dawn slumped in her chair, muttering, “I need a damn drink.”

MATCH #1: Tim Walz (Progressive Alliance) vs. J.D. Vance (American Patriots) with Special Referees Norah O’Donnell and Margaret Brennan of ABC News- Taped October 1st at The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City The Hammerstein Ballroom erupted in a cacophony of cheers and boos as the opening chords of “Hillbilly Elegy” blasted through the speakers.

Johnny Suave: Here we go.  It’s time for our main event and J.D. Vance is coming out first.

J.D. Vance emerged from behind the curtain, his chiseled physique barely contained by his red, white, and blue tights. The American Patriots’ golden boy raised his fists triumphantly, basking in the adoration of his supporters.

Johnny Suave: And here comes the Appalachian Avenger! J.D. Vance, looking to make a statement for the American Patriots tonight and help Donald Trump!

Vance’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd. As he strode confidently down the aisle, the music abruptly shifted to “The Internationale.” Tim Walz, the Progressive Alliance champion, slinked towards the ring, clutching a kendo stick like a lifeline. His eyes darted nervously from side to side.

Johnny Suave: And here comes Tim Walz.  He looks like he’s about to wet himself.

Both men entered the ring, tension crackling between them. Special referees Norah O’Donnell and Margaret Brennan of CBS News took their positions, their expressions a mix of determination and trepidation.

Johnny Suave: This is it. The last big match before Extreme Election Night 2024.  The last match between Donald Trump and Kamala Harris was a farce because of the blatant interference of ABC’s David Muir and Kinsey Davis.  Let’s hope tonight is different.

Colleen Crowder: Let’s hope not.  Muir and Davis were fair and so will O’Donnell and Brennan…

***

…Vance’s gaze fell on a steel chair at ringside. A wicked grin spread across his face as he grabbed it, the metal cold against his palms.

Johnny Suave: Vance has a chair.

Colleen Crowder: That is definitely not legal.

*WHACK*

Vance brought the chair crashing down on Walz’s back.

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP!

The Progressive Alliance champion crumpled to the mat, a pained groan escaping his lips.

Johnny Suave: And he’s going to do it again!

Colleen Crowder: STOP HIM MARGARET… NORAH!

As Vance reared back for another chair shot, Brennan stepped between them.

Margaret Brennan: We need to move on.  There’s a lot of ground to cover.

O’Donnell took the chair away from Vance, who looked at her incredulously.

The crowd’s roar crescendoed as Walz, somehow finding a reserve of strength, flailed wildly at Vance. His punches were sloppy and desperate, but the sheer volume threatened to overwhelm the American Patriot.

Johnny Suave: Walz is throwing everything he’s got!

But Vance ducked under and lifted Walz, bringing him down on his knee.

Johnny Suave: ATOMIC DROP BY VANCE!

Vance rolled over to cover but… O’Donnell stepped forward yet again, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Noral O’Donnell: We really need to move on-

The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and boos, the tension in the arena palpable.

Seizing the moment of distraction, Vance’s hand found another steel chair and raised it once more.

Colleen Crowder: Where do these chairs keep coming from?

*WHACK*

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP!

With a resounding crack that echoes through the Hammerstein Ballroom, Vance brought the chair down on Walz’s skull. The Progressive Alliance champion crumpled to the mat like a marionette with cut strings.

Vance dropped for the cover, his chest heaving.

Johnny Suave: Vance for the win…

O’Donnell and Brennan both stood motionless, refusing to make the count.

Johnny Suave: …but O’Donnell and Brennan aren’t making the three count.  What the f-

The crowd roared as a blur of blonde hair and determination stormed down the ramp.

Johnny Suave: WAIT A MINUTE!  HERE COMES DAWN McGILL!

PCW owner Dawn McGill, her eyes blazing and her 6-foot frame radiating authority, slid into the ring.

Colleen Crowder: Why is she interfering in this match?

McGill glared at both O’Donnell and Brennan as she stands up.

Dawn McGill: Oh, for Christ’s sake.

Without hesitation, she dropped to the mat, her hand slapping the canvas with each count.

Dawn McGill: One! Two! Three! Ring the damn bell!

*DING-DING-DING*

The resounding thud of Dawn McGill’s hand striking the canvas for the third time reverberated through the Hammerstein Ballroom. She sprang to her feet, her blonde hair whipping around as she signaled for the bell.

O’Donnell and Brennan stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and indignation. Dawn’s piercing glare silenced any protest they might have mustered.

At ringside, Colleen Crowder’s carefully cultivated composure shattered.

Colleen Crowder: This is an outrage!

She shrieked, her perfectly coiffed hair came undone as she gesticulated wildly.

Colleen Crowder: McGill is overstepping her bounds! This is a clear violation of journalistic integrity in wrestling!  We… the media decide who wins or loses… not-

Johnny Suave: Your winner tonight is J.D. Vance and the American Patriots strike a blow against the Progressive Alliance!

Vance stood tall in the ring, his chest heaving with exertion and triumph. Dawn raised his arm, her face a mask of determination.

The crowd’s reaction was a perfect storm of cheers and boos, a microcosm of the nation’s divided state. Some fans pumped their fists in the air, while others hurled invectives at the ring.

Meanwhile… Dawn McGill leaned back in her leather chair, a smirk playing on her glossy lips as she recalled the Vance-Walz match. Her fitted blazer strains slightly as she gestured animatedly.

“Let me tell you, folks, when those CBS prima donnas refused to do their jobs, I had to step in. There I was, in my stilettos, sliding into the ring to count the pin. One! Two! Three! Vance takes it!”

She chuckled, imagining the shocked faces of O’Donnell and Brennan. Those media elites thought they were too good for PCW? Ha!

Suddenly, her phone blared “Hail to the Chief” – Kamala’s ringtone. Dawn’s eyes rolled so hard they nearly fall out of her head.

“Yes, Kamala,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, I’m fine. Everything’s okay. Again, it’s under control.”

God, this woman is relentless, Dawn thought. Can’t she take a hint?

“Listen, Kamala, why don’t you call Ron DeSantis and ask if he needs help?”

Dawn pulled the phone away from her ear as Kamala’s shrill voice reaches new octaves.

“Oh, you did? And he told you to go what?” She stifles a laugh and takes a deep breath, centering herself. “Kamala, I’ve got this. Everything is fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a show to run.”

She ends the call abruptly, tossing the phone onto her desk with a satisfying thud.

Kathryn Randall Collins Promo The camera cuts to a dimly lit, smoke-filled backroom. Kathryn Randall Collins, dressed in a sharp pantsuit with an American flag pin, leans against a desk covered in campaign posters and strategy maps.

“Let me tell you something about Catherine Cline,” Collins snarls, her eyes blazing with contempt. “That little rookie thinks she can waltz into PCW and take what’s rightfully mine? I’ve been grinding in this political wrestling game for years, paying my dues, shaking hands and kissing babies.”

She slams her fist on the desk, scattering papers. “And what does Cline do? She jumps the line with her flashy moves and pretty face. It’s an insult to every veteran who’s bled for this business!”

Collins paces, her heels clicking aggressively on the floor. She’s fuming, her carefully crafted image cracking under the weight of her anger. How dare they overlook her years of service for some upstart?

“Now they want me to wrestle the ‘Colorado Gunslinger’ Laura Brobert and Sarah Mae ‘American Girl’ Smith for a shot at the title? Please.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I am the ‘Ultimate Political Operative.  I’ve earned that shot. I deserve it. I shouldn’t have to prove myself to anyone, least of all those two second-rate politicos.”

Turning to face the camera directly, Collins leans in close, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Brobert, Smith… you’re both just speed bumps on my road to the PCW Women’s Title. And when I get there, I’ll show everyone what a real political operative can do.”

With a final glare, Collins straightens her jacket and storms off, leaving the room in tense silence.

MATCH #2: Donald Trump (American Patriots) vs. Kamala Harris (Progressive Alliance) with Special Referees David Muir and Kinsey Davis of ABC News- Taped September 10th in Philadelphia, PA The arena pulses with anticipation, the air thick with expectation as Kamala Harris’s theme erupts through the speakers. She strides confidently down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the ring that has become a battleground of ideology and ego. The audience reacts with a mix of cheers and jeers, but she is unfazed; every step is a statement, each stride exuding the poise of a seasoned political combatant.

Johnny Suave: “Kamala making her way to the ring, Colleen, and you can see she’s ready for this unprecedented matchup.”

Johnny Suave’s voice booms over the crowd’s clamor, his tone betraying no allegiance.

Colleen Crowder: “Absolutely, Johnny.”

Colleen’s bias was thinly veiled.

Colleen Crowder: “She’s been preparing for this moment, and I’m confident she’ll uphold the values of the Progressive Alliance.”

Before the echoes of Harris’s entrance fade, the familiar brassy strains of the Imperial March meld into a rhythmic chant that shakes the very foundations of the 2300 Arena. “TRUMP! TRUMP! TRUMP!” The crowd’s fervor reaches a fever pitch as Donald Trump emerges, his supporters’ voices transforming the melody into an anthem of unwavering support: “TRUMP. TRUMP. TRUMP. TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP.”

Johnny Suave: “Listen to this crowd, Colleen! You can feel the electricity here tonight!”

Suave has to shout to be barely heard above the din.

Trump descends the ramp like a king surveying his domain, his expression one of unassailable confidence. He climbs into the ring, his presence alone commanding attention as he surveys the crowd, basking in the adulation of his base.

Johnny Suave: “Both competitors are now in the ring, and here come our special guest referees, ABC’s David Muir and Kinsey Davis.”

The two figures slip between the ropes, impartiality promised in their professional nods to each competitor.

Colleen Crowder: “Remember, Johnny, they’re here to ensure fairness.”

Muir and Davis lay out the ground rules, their voices firm despite the uproar surrounding them. They call for respect, for sportsmanship, the principles of the match echoing the grander theater of political discourse. With a final check, the bell rings, and the battle commences.

From the outset, Harris is tentative, gauging her opponent with careful moves, testing the waters of this high-stakes confrontation. Trump, however, is all aggression—a force of nature unleashed. Quick to seize the advantage, he corners Harris, his tactics as brash and unapologetic as his campaign rallies…

***

…The American Patriots’ section erupts in a chorus of boos, outraged by the audacious interference.

Johnny Suave: “Come on! That’s the third time they’ve done that! It’s three against one in there!”

Colleen Crowder: “Johnny, they’re just doing their job and calling it right down the middle.”

Colleen’s tone was laced with condescension.

Johnny Suave: “Right down the middle my ass!”

Within the ring, Trump regains control. His movements are relentless, his attacks precise. Yet, Muir and Davis insert themselves once again, this time more overtly than before, shielding Harris from Trump.

Johnny Suave: “Oh come on!  How can you say this isn’t three on one!”

Colleen Crowder: “Absolutely not, they’re ensuring a fair match.”

Before another word could be uttered, the arena’s atmosphere shifts and the crowd pops.

Johnny Suave: “What’s this?”

PCW owner Dawn McGill makes her entrance.

Johnny Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  DAWN McGILL IS COMING TO THE RING!’

Dawn stormed down the ramp with a fury that matches the intensity of the crowd’s excitement. She’s businesslike but her presence commands attention, much like in her Henhouse Magazine photo shoot.

Crowd: “PCW! PCW! PCW!”

Dawn slides into the ring with the grace of a seasoned pro, snatching the mic from Muir’s hand.

Dawn McGill: “What the *BLEEP* is this?”

Her gaze pierced through both referees.

Dawn McGill: “I’m calling for the bell!”

Johnny Suave: “WOW!”

Colleen Crowder: “Johnny this is outrageous!”

Johnny Suave: Dawn McGill has called for the bell and ended the match because of the poor refereeing.

Colleen protested vehemently.

Colleen Crowder: “She has no right to interfere in this match!  Muir and Davis were doing their jobs-”

Suave glanced at Colleen, incredulous.

Johnny Suave: “Interfere? Are you kidding me?  Where have you been all match long? She’s restoring order where these so-called impartial referees failed!”

Colleen Crowder: “My fact check says you are one hundred percent wrong.”

Johnny Suave: ‘And you know where you can stick your…”

Johnny did the air quotes thing with his hands.

Johnny Suave: “…’fact-checking.’

Trump stood tall, flashing a smug grin as he declared himself the victor. But Harris wasn’t backing down, her eyes blazing with determination as she yelled out for another match.

Kamala Harris on the Move An airport tarmac buzzes with activity as Kamala Harris storms through, her face a mask of barely contained frustration as she speaks with a group of reporters, her heels clacking against the concrete.

“Can you believe this?” Kamala fumes, addressing the Guild of Low-Level Media People. “Dawn McGill is deliberately shutting me out of tonight’s show!”

Colleen Crowder from the New York Times leans in, her eyes gleaming with the scent of a juicy story. “Tell us more. How exactly is she playing politics?”

Kamala’s nostrils flare as she launches into her grievances. “I’ve called her multiple times offering my assistance, my expertise. But she keeps brushing me off, saying she’s got it under control.”

Sharon Johns from CNN nods sympathetically, her recorder already out. “That’s simply unacceptable.”

“It’s not just about me,” Kamala continues, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “You know, moments of crisis, if nothing else, should really be the moment that anyone who calls themselves a leader says they’re going to put politics aside and put the people first.”

Hallie Reed from MSNBC jumps in, her pen scribbling furiously. “Madam Vice President, do you think this could be part of a larger conspiracy to silence progressive voices in the wrestling world?”

Kamala pauses, relishing the moment. “Well, Hallie, I wouldn’t want to speculate, but… it is utterly irresponsible and it is selfish and it is about political gamesmanship.

The reporters lean in closer, their eyes wide with anticipation. Doug Miles from the Washington Post clears his throat. “What do you think should be done about this?”

Kamala straightens her jacket, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I think it’s time for a thorough investigation into PCW’s practices. The American people deserve transparency in their political wrestling entertainment.”

The reporters nod vigorously, scribbling down her every word.

PCW Pulp Fiction Vignettes The screen flickers to life, static crackling like a thousand tiny wrestlers grappling for dominance. Suddenly, it clears, revealing a scene of utter chaos.

Jim Frascantore’s usually perfectly coiffed hair whips wildly in the wind, making him look like a deranged weatherman as he shouts into his microphone. “We’re live from Florida, where—”

A lawn chair hurtles past, missing Jim’s head by mere inches. He ducks, eyes wide with a mix of terror and exhilaration. “This is what I live for,” he shouts over the roar of the hurricane winds, “the thrill of the storm, the unpredictability of nature… and ratings.”

Mike Baddass, not to be outdone, grabs the mic from his partner. “As you can see, Hurricane Milton is-” His words are cut short as a palm frond slaps him across the face, leaving him sputtering and spitting out leaves.

SFX-the screen goes static and crackling.

The feed abruptly cuts, transporting viewers from the fury of the hurricane to a fury inside a dimly lit room in Berkeley, California. Professor McCarthy, looking every bit the stereotype of an academic elite in his tweed jacket with elbow patches, stands before a group his Flock… The Green World Order, The Legion of Anti-Fascists aka LOAF, Codee Pink, and Emily S. List.  His voice drips with self-righteousness as he holds up a thick tome.

“Comrades,” McCarthy intones, his eyes gleaming with fanatical fervor, “we have a traitor in our midst. Ana Kasparian of The Young Turks has dared to think independently!”

The crowd gasps in horror, their faces a mix of shock and outrage. McCarthy continues, his voice rising to a crescendo, “There’s no room for free thought in our movement. We must purge the nonbeliever!”

The crowd begins to chant “Purge! Purge! Purge!”

SFX-the screen goes static and crackling.

The scene abruptly shifts to a furious Cenk Uygur… Kasparian’s co-host on The Young Turks, his face as red as a tomato about to burst. He glares directly into the camera, nostrils flaring, veins popping on his forehead.

“Listen up, you so-called progressives!” Cenk bellows, his voice dripping with contempt. “You want me to fire Ana for having a mind of her own? Well, here’s my response: No, *BLEEP* off!”

SFX-the screen goes static and crackling.

Suddenly, a pigtailed blur bursts into frame. It’s Gracie McAvay, Dawn’s 9-year-old daughter, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she faces the camera.

“How dare you, Howard Stern!” Gracie exclaims, her voice a perfect mix of mock outrage and childish glee. “I watched your interview with Kamala Harris. What happened to the shock jock we all knew and loved? When did you turn into such a *BLEEP*?”

“GRACIE!” Dawn’s voice rings out from off-camera, a mix of shock and exasperation.

Gracie’s eyes widen innocently, her pigtails bouncing as she turns her head. “I was going to say pussycat, Mom. And besides, that’s what Eva told me.”

A moment of tense silence follows, broken by Dawn’s voice, now tinged with a reluctant amusement. “EVA!”

As the camera pans away, Gracie leans in close, whispering with a conspiratorial grin, “Thanks for the history lesson, sis.”

Dawn’s Rebuttal The camera cuts back to Dawn McGill’s office, where the PCW owner is pacing furiously, her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. Her blonde hair whips around as she turns to face the camera, blue eyes blazing.

“Listen up, Kamala,” Dawn snarls, jabbing a perfectly manicured finger at the lens. “You want to talk about roles? Let’s talk about yours – or should I say, lack thereof.  For three and a half years, you’ve been riding Biden’s coattails as his glorified cheerleader. And in all that time, have you lifted a finger to help PCW when we could have used one?  No.  When we were taken off the air in 2021 and couldn’t get back on, where were you?”

Her eyes again turned to the framed Henhouse magazine cover on her wall, featuring herself in a provocative pose.

“I got the seed money to resurrect PCW from the ashes myself and worked with Elon Musk to get us back on the air.  I did the work.  I made it happen.  Not you.  Not the government.  I did.”

Dawn’s mind races. This isn’t just about tonight’s show anymore. It’s about preserving the integrity of PCW against political vultures.

“You want to accuse me of playing politics?” she continues, voice dripping with disdain. “Take a look in the mirror, sweetheart. You’re the one trying to weasel your way into my operation for a PR boost.”

She slams her hand on the desk, causing a framed photo of her with Elon Musk to rattle.

“For the record, yes, I was offered one of Trump’s ballrooms in one of his hotels to hold our Florida show in.  I declined.  I didn’t think it was appropriate and it didn’t feel right to me in the middle of a catastrophe.”

Dawn takes a deep breath, composing herself.

“I don’t have time for your games, Kamala. Unlike you, I’ve got real work to do. A show to produce. Wrestlers to manage. You know, actual responsibilities? So why don’t you toddle back to your cushy office and leave me alone?”

With a final glare, Dawn turns away from the camera, muttering under her breath.

MAIN EVENT-Donald Trump (American Patriots) vs. Joe Biden (Progressive Alliance)- Taped June 27th in Atlanta, Georgia The bell rang, echoing through the arena as Jake Tapper and Dana Bash of CNN raised their arms in unison. Johnny Suave’s voice cut through the roar of the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our main event! The 2024 showdown between Donald Trump and The Supreme Overlord of PCW Joe Biden!”

Trump strutted down the ramp in his signature navy suit and red tie, his golden hair gleaming under the spotlights. Across the ring, a hooded figure shuffled out, occasionally emitting crackling bolts of energy from beneath the dark robe.

“Oh my God, Johnny!” Colleen Crowder squealed. “This is going to be epic!”

Suave rolled his eyes. “Let’s see if he can actually find his opponent first, Colleen.”

As if on cue, Biden spun in a confused circle, his back to Trump. The referee gently turned him around, much to the crowd’s amusement.

Trump wasted no time, grabbing Biden in a snapmare and following up with a drop toe hold. The Supreme CEO of PCW hit the mat hard, but managed to fight back with a flurry of right hands and a clumsy shoulder tackle.

“Look at that fire from Biden!” Crowder gushed. “He’s not going down without a fight!”

Suave snorted. “I think that’s less ‘fire’ and more ‘flailing,’ Colleen.”

Trump sidestepped Biden’s charge, sending the robed figure careening into the corner. As Biden struggled to regain his bearings, Trump unleashed a series of vicious boots to his opponent’s midsection.

“The former PCW CEO is really taking it to Biden here,” Suave commented. “This could be over quick if-”

A stray bolt of energy suddenly shot from Biden’s eyes, incinerating a hot dog vendor in the front row.

“HOLY CRAP-” Suave’s exclamation was cut short by Crowder’s indignant squawk.

“That was clearly an accident! Biden’s just warming up!”

The match continued, a bizarre blend of traditional wrestling moves and unpredictable bursts of mystical energy. As Trump applied a straitjacket hold, Biden’s thoughts raced.

‘Come on, Joe,’ he told himself. ‘You’ve faced tougher opponents than this. Remember corn pop? He was a bad dude…’

With a surge of strength, Biden broke free, only to eat a wheelkick from Trump in the corner. The crowd went wild as the two political titans battled for supremacy in the most literal sense possible.

Trump’s relentless assault continued as he executed a step-up enziguri, followed by a running knee that left Biden reeling. The crowd held its breath as Trump went for the cover.

“One! Two!” Jake Tapper and Dana Bash counted in unison, but Biden managed to kick out at the last second.

Trump, undeterred, transitioned smoothly into an inside cradle, but again, Biden kicked out at two. Frustration etched across Trump’s face as he stood up, gesticulating wildly at the CNN referees.

“The count was fair and square!” Suave declared. “Trump can’t blame the media for this one!”

Crowder scoffed. “As if he’s ever needed a reason before.”

As Trump argued with the refs, Biden stumbled to his feet, his eyes glowing ominously. Another burst of energy shot forth, this time taking out a popcorn vendor and a merchandise salesman.

“Oh, come on!” Suave exclaimed. “At this rate, there won’t be any concessions left!”

In a move that shocked everyone, Trump suddenly produced a mirror from beneath the ring. As Biden turned, ready to unleash his eye beams, Trump held up the reflective surface. The energy bounced back, catching Biden’s robes on fire.

“That’s not legal!” Crowder shrieked. “Where’s the disqualification?”

As Biden flailed, his robes ablaze, Trump swiftly moved in. He extinguished the flames by rolling Biden up for a pinfall. The arena fell silent as Tapper and Bash’s hands hit the mat.

“One! Two! Three!”

The bell rang. Trump had won.

“I can’t believe it,” Crowder sputtered. “The CNN referees… they didn’t even try to help Biden!”

As the chaotic scene in the ring faded, the feed abruptly cut back to Dawn McGill’s office. The PCW owner, looking slightly frazzled but composed, addressed the camera directly.

“Well, folks, that was certainly… something,” Dawn said, running a hand through her blonde hair. “Next week, we’ve got the two number one contender’s matches for Extreme Election Night 2024.  We will see you then.”