Two great articles today from my favorite British site, The Guardian. The first one is about the magnificent obsessions of Stanley Kubrick:
"'It's Futura Extra Bold," explains Tony. "It was Stanley's favourite typeface. It's sans serif. He liked Helvetica and Univers, too. Clean and elegant."
"Is this the kind of thing you and Kubrick used to discuss?" I ask.
"God, yes," says Tony. "Sometimes late into the night. I was always trying to persuade him to turn away from them. But he was wedded to his sans serifs.'"
more here: Citizen Kubrick
Golly, I love being vindicated!
In spite of all the accolades, I've always hated The Cranberries, hated hated hated. As soon as I hear Dolores O'Riordan singing about someone's "fingers" lingering, I start violently punching the tuner buttons. Over the years, I've had to endure listening to my male friends' fantasies about her. But now - AHA! Who has the last laugh? From the article:
"The nanny complained about being left alone with the child in a remote area, without a car, and said at one point Ms O'Riordan went "ballistic". Shouting "everyone is against me", she took the baby from the pram and ran towards the lake, Ms Fahy said. Mr Burton, who had been drinking, went upstairs and told Ms Fahy: "You're fucking fired and you know jack shit about horses.'"
Nanny tells how job with Cranberries star went sour (I'm a terrible person, I know)
Look of the day: California Rock n' Roll.