If your life-goal is to be a “creative” person, then there’s lots of cool stuff you can do to achieve happiness and tranquility. You could make some art, start a clothing line, direct an indie film, start a band or maybe even write a book. If you’re a pretty girl with no talent, then you could sleep with the popular guys and/or girls who do all the actual creative stuff.
If your life-goal is to be a “creative” person, then there’s lots of cool stuff you can do to achieve happiness and tranquility. You could make some art, start a clothing line, direct an indie film, start a band or maybe even write a book. If you’re a pretty girl with no talent, then you could sleep with the popular guys and/or girls who do all the actual creative stuff. I guess that could be fun too?
The downside of being creative is the insecurity and self-doubt that hangs over your head like a bad haircut. If by some chance you do actually become successful at your chosen craft, then the rest of your life will turn into a series of frustrating 100-meter dashes to a creative finish line, where the gold medals are made of internet praise, living hand-to-mouth and maybe an awkward threesome every once in a while. If you are talented (i.e. lucky) enough to trip over that elusive creative pot of gold, then the entire community that praised you on the come up, will be on your arse waiting for you to fuck up so they can take your spot.
Here are a few examples of creative people from across the spectrum of struggling with success/coming up/getting hated on/”Wait, is that dude still alive?”
This guy right here. I remember seeing Kids and being blown away. My heart stopped when Chloe found out she had herpes. Hold on, it wasn’t Herpes, was it? It was AIDS, right? Fuck. That movie made me wanna make movies. I mean real movies with real people. The people I see on buses and in overpriced sandwich shops. I remember pitching a weird reality-drama-com to The Big Pink’s drummer Akiko. She was really into it, but for some reason, it never happened. Harmony’s making art for Urban Outfitters now, which I imagine pays quite well. (Let the hating begin.)
I wonder if this little girl is happy? Blogging about fashion is great and all, but what about the fun kiddy stuff that pre-teens do, like watching cartoons and listening to shitty music? I wonder if she’s ever experienced stuff like that? I sure hope so, because people in fashion are usually depressed cunts who hate carbs and secretly despise their sartorially insecure lives.
When Myspace was king, this London girl ruled the post gangsta-rap, ironic gold-rope-chain wearing, “I just fell out of the ’80s” demographic. Guys wanted to fuck her and girls wanted to eat her. Kanye West wore her home-made tee, then she did some “kind-of-a big-deal” fashion stuff in between DJ slots and updating her Myspace. I believe she lives in the States now.
I saw this picture and it made me a little depressed. They look like a bunch of douchebags. Is this what money and fucking super models does to you? And doesn’t Julian look a little chubby/depressed/”meh” in this new vid?
Regardless, I’ll probably still download their album, so I guess none of this even matters.
Buffallo 66 is an Amazing movie. I never managed to catch The Brown Bunny, but Vincey boy is pretty funny on Twitter too. No idea what he’s up to now.
Sometimes all that matters in life is knowing the right people and showing up to all the right parties. If you get that right, then everything else falls into place. That’s the bad thing about the creative industry; spend too much time schmoozing and fucking, and you’ll forget about the important things, like talent and humility.
See above. Actually, “Skateboard P” played his part in some amazing hip-hop records, but then he got lazy and turned into Henry Holland.
Man, the internet is a weird and scary place. Sometimes it mirrors the “real world,” but most of the time it doesn’t. More often than not, all it mirrors is a big fat stupid lie. I asked a bunch of hip-hop heads what they thought of Odd Future and Lil B, and they’d never heard of either. And these guys know a lot about hip-hop. The internet had me convinced that OFWGKTA and Lil B were famous. Then it clicked: People who like this kind of rap, don’t actually like “rap.” They like lolzy little memes they can post on Tumblr and skits on Funny or Die:
Fuck you for making me look stupid, internet.