If Monday afternoons are the squashed spam sandwiches that your mum tucks into your lunchbox and that you physically retch while trying to swallow, then Friday afternoons are the fish and chips that you will continue to eat until the whole damn bag is empty, and you won’t stop short of licking the greasy paper from. (Still with me?)
Here, then, I present you with the salt, vinegar and squeezey ketchup to season your Friday afternoon, in the form of the Weekender. It contains priests lost in a lingerie department, a fake orgasm, a reminiscence over Bottom and Christina Aguilera (like anything could ever contain Christina Aguilera.) Read it and lick your vinegar-shrivelled fingers folks.
Stuff you have to read this week
– FINALLY someone has chosen Christina Aguilera’s Dirrty as their Favourite Music Video. Thank you Toby Dye.
– We launched a new feature this week called Behind The Scenes, it’s pretty self-explanatory. here’s Michael Renaud talking about the new issue of Pitchfork magazine and Mark Porter telling us how he redesigned a Dutch news channel.
– This week’s podcast was an absolute banger, we discussed the Daniel Weil show at the Design Museum, hiding “friends” on Twitter, and The Wind Rises.
– Our Opinion piece this week asks if it’s wrong to cast good-looking people in deliberately ordinary roles. Thanks everyone for your input!
– Unsurprisingly fantastic Bookshelf this week from Ti Pi Tin book shop owner, Katya Chernova.
– And we get a super-fun mix from music-loving New York design studio, Mogollon.
Tweet of the Week
I feel so sad that my best feature is my bum. The rest of me is so bad that my best feature has poo and farts coming out of it.
— Adam Hess (@adamhess1) May 2, 2014
Rob Alderson –
I know that some people are already bored of hearing about the World Cup which doesn’t start for another few weeks, but those people are wrong. This week the slogans that will adorn each country’s bus in Brazil were revealed, chosen by way of a public vote. Over on his blog Nick Asbury has reviewed all 32 with typical wit and they range from the quite good to the toe-curlingly awful. “Socceroos: Hopping Our Way Into History” – you’re better than that Australia. But I’m a big fan of “Chi Chi Chi! Le Le Le! Go Chile!” and South Koreas’s endearingly cheerful “Enjoy it, Reds!” which sounds like the kind of thing my mum used to shout from the touchline.
Liv Siddall –
I’m really into Bottom at the moment. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a grimy, low budget sitcom from the early 90s that sees two sad, middle-aged men called Richie and Eddie live together in Hammersmith wishing they had more sex, money and friends. I used to watch it when I was little and I was scared it would have dated loads, but it hasn’t. As well as being a welcoming bolt-hole from all the high budget, poor comedy on a lot of other sitcoms at the moment, Bottom also reminded me of that golden era in the 90s where Britain was at the height of its comedy prowess. Where’s all the British comedy such as Ab Fab, The Young Ones, French and Saunders or Fawlty Towers nowadays?
Maisie Skidmore –
When Harry Met Sally is the film that everyday tells you you’re going to love, immediately making you determined to hate it, but then you watch it and find yourself completely glued to it anyway because, yeah, it’s incredible – I mean, it’s already 25 years old and it’s still regarded as an absolute masterpiece in romcom filmmaking. The 80s bouffant hairdos, the plaid shirts, the unadulterated sarcastic humour. This is the best scene from the whole film.
Lisa Farrell –
For this instalment of the Weekender, I give you Irish priests lost in a lingerie department.
Madeleine Morley –
I love this illustration of literary heroines by Badaude which I stumbled across in Five Dials, and which I’ve had as my phone background for quite a while because I can’t bear the idea of changing it. Lydia Davis and Sheila Heti look ready to stop a big bank heist, and Joan Didion is perched on her chair as if about to take flight before gracefully swooping down to the rescue. It’s pretty fantastic, and a perfect depiction of some of my favourite heroines.