Flora Carter by Eddie New
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As we transition into the colder months, maintaining a clean girl aesthetic becomes increasingly challenging due to temperature and practicality. Consequently, a current trending aesthetic that you…
The final Gallagher Girls book: Ally Carter shares the title and the cover! -- EXCLUSIVE
Who's the sleuth? Cammie Morgan, an average student at a run-of-the-mill boarding school. Nothing at all special about her. What's the mystery? Okay, okay, we confess: Cammie isn't average, and her school is far from ordinary. She's a student at the prestigious Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, which is most definitely (don’t tell anyone) a school for spies. But Cammie (code name: the Chameleon) and her fellow spooks find themselves investigating many mysteries over the course of their six-book series, so we definitely think they qualify.
Like most good movies, it started with a book: Outside the school gate, waiting for the #31 bus, my classmate and best friend RA, pressed upon me a well-thumbed copy of a novel by Ted Lewis called Carter. RA said it was the greatest crime novel he had ever read, if not the greatest crime novel ever written, which was some recommendation knowing his liking for detective novels, thrillers and the works of Sven Hassel. My eyes were attracted to the color photo on the cover of Michael Caine, with shotgun, in a black Mackintosh walking along a coal-stained beach. Michael Caine was cool. He had played Len Deighton’s Harry Palmer and Harry Palmer was cool—ergo Caine was cool. On the back there was an even more intriguing picture of Caine interrogating a naked woman in a bath. What the hell was this book about? The only clue RA gave was the cryptic “Schoolgirl Wanks.” I borrowed the book and have shamefully kept it ever since—thinking RA was correct—it is the greatest crime novel ever written, and certainly led to (arguably) the greatest British crime film ever made, Get Carter. This dog-eared paperback Carter, originally titled...
suicideblonde: Helena Bonham Carter photographed by Tim Walker for Vanity Fair, 2011
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Last week I wrote that animated films are corporate artwork, polished and refined by so many committees that it is often difficult to find the fingerprints of any individual artist in the end product. But sometimes an individual artist's voice is so powerful that it survives the corporate de-flavorizing machine. We can still see the impact of Eyvind Earle's contribution to the film Sleeping Beauty or Mary Blair's contribution to films such as Make Mine Music and Alice in Wonderland-- films that ended up far better off because of distinctive individual voices. One of the very few artists working in the field today with that kind of visual strength is the brilliant Carter Goodrich. When I began clipping his work from magazines, I didn't know his name but his distinctive style was easy to recognize. A common scene presented in an innovative way This marvelous bear foretells characters in the film, Brave I later learned Goodrich's name from his New Yorker covers which strike me as smart, beautiful and true: His children's books are also beautifully illustrated: The scary bed: spend some time with this wonderful image. Goodrich has worked on a number of important animated films such as Finding Nemo, Despicable Me, and Ratatouille. Most recently, he did character design on Brave from Pixar. Dozens of talented artists made important contributions to Brave, and I don't mean to underestimate the value of their work. But for me the flavor of Goodrich's talent is unmistakeable, and the film is better off for it New digital media delivered through corporate distribution chains have homogenized and sanitized many of the traditional roles of the individual artist. However, even in corporate art some elements of personal taste remain indigestible and undilutable. Those elements often account for the very best of the art form.
Which combination of crazy and alluring are you!?
The late '90s and early 2000s was the golden era of ridiculous boyband photo shoots.
In case you’re over putting a bowl on your kiddo’s head and hoping for the best.
In honor of BSB reuniting on Oprah, let's take a look back at some of their most amazing group photos.
‘I’ve been a rude little girl, haven’t I?’ - revealing exclusive images from her new autobiography, Cosey Fanni Tutti reflects on a lifetime of unflinching art and sound
