What YEAR are we in? What the hell kind of council flat, biccie-dipping, trench-mouth, kippered herring shit is this? Why is the United Kingdom still falling allover themselves to look at a real-life bona fide Banksy piece like it's some big DEAL. Banksy is EVERYWHERE. Ask Blek the Rat. Banksy is as ubiquitous as the pallid ladyhaunch of the pear-shaped drunk Brummie spreadeagled on the boot of a Peugeot at the Dogging Park. Why are townsfolk calling meetings to preserve his artwork? Especially when he did a piece on somebody's random wall on Beddington Farm Road? Who still loves him now that his amaaaaaaaaazing anonymity was compromised when [...]

Furthering my point that capsule lines have fuck all to do with good, +J by Jil Sander for Uniqlo is an excruciating FAIL for anyone who misses old school Sander. HOW is it not just a cannily-cut, SUPER '90s-looking deconstructed school uniform (minus the plaid)?! Seriously, the ingredients and sensibilities are all there. Hi, Japan and Germany of all peoples should be able to happily hang. You know, after they queue up in an orderly fashion, make no noise whatsoever, and only if they aren't all tied up plotting evil.

Oh boy. A small New York Times column has dared to say that "For some blogs, rumors are their stock in trade." Now the usual suspects are freaking out! About.com consultant (and author!) Jeff Jarvis: "We who publish must learn how to say what we don't know at least as well as we say what we know." That part actually doesn't address the column at all, which is about people publishing things they don't believe to be true and never really saying so. (The two blogs in question, in this case, are Techcrunch and Valleywag, which have always been openly devoted to rumors and have often had unbelievably [...]