The fish, wow.
The Bonobos catalogue
also why would anyone ever want to purchase a “daily grind” button up. How fucking soul crushing is that?
There’s a part in Jonathan Glazer’s Under The Skin where, without giving anything away, Scarlett Johannson walks completely naked through a black void. You are not watching The Sexiest Woman Alive, nor the movie star you know and love. Instead, you are essentially watching a fly get caught in a spider’s web, and it’s one of the most breathtaking performances I’ve seen in long, long time. It reminded me a lot of Jack Nicholson’s career-changing turn in The Shining, a comparison that might seem like a stretch until you look at it a bit more closely.
Well now I wanna see the shit out of this.
If you missed Tracy Morgan and Hannibal Buress last night at 92Y, Grantland has highlights:
On the (very important) question of white people using the N-word at karaoke.
Buress: “You can’t pick a song that’s [N-word] heavy. Like, Kanye’s ‘All of the Lights’ is OK. But YG’s ‘My N—a’ you should avoid.”
Morgan: “When you drinking at the karaoke spot, know how many [N-Words] are in the song.”
On the Brooklyn Nets
Morgan: “If you’re a Nets, Mets, or Jets fan, you probably have low self-esteem.”
On Buress writing for 30 Rock
Morgan: “It was just you and a sea of white dudes.”
Buress: “We had an Indian dude.”
On the 92nd Street Y
Morgan: “I didn’t even know this shit was here! Is this the Upper East Side or what? This is where the good cocaine is.”
On side businesses
Buress: “I want to open a Jamba Juice.”
On performing for white audiences
Morgan: “That’s why I wear a watch. Because if white people see me wearing a watch they feel like they can trust me.”
The good cocaine is at the McDonald’s below the J/M/Z train at Marcy Ave.
"Good cocaine" in NYC is never found in Brooklyn, or in NYC for that matter.