Check out this story from The New York Times, circa 1916, about legendary Suffragette icon and former Rep. Jeannette Rankin, R-Mont., the first woman ever elected to Congress.
On the other hand, the language is not nearly as shocking as you find in the paper’s coverage of race.
The candidate herself spoke to NPR in an interview about Iraq and the primary election.
In light of our recent posts regarding the racial overtones of the Vogue magazine’s recent cover on LeBron James and Gisele Bundchen, The New Republic magazine has weighed in with an edition with the above illustration.
I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what that cover illustrates in this TNR issue. The issue has a vaguely environmental theme. But is this how one illustrate environmental issues? It’s truly a head-scratching cover.
I can’t and I won’t say anything.
Alfa Romeo 8C Spider
A long time ago, despite being a virtually homeless and starving college student, I decided to go test drive an Alfa Romeo Quad. The car’s $20,000-ish sticker price was way beyond anything I could have afforded, had I food in my belly and a place to live. This was in St. Louis, Mo., and the salesman was suspicious (I had driven up in a blue but mostly rusty 1969 Ford Mustang convertible) but he handed me the car keys anyway.
(It looked something like this)
I swear the car purred and jumped as I made to put the key in the ignition. I cannot describe the sensation that pulsed through my body as I sat in the plush leather of this red thing. The sensation went to my head, giddy I would not be driving off the lot in that monster.
For years, the Alfa Romeos (especially the Quads) were my favorite cars. Even when declining sales forced them to abandon the North American market. The car has, apparently, seen a resurgence in Europe in recent years and is ready to try our shores once again.
I’m older now, with a family so I won’t be buying a sports car anything soon, if ever. So, it is small consolation that Fiat, the new owners of Alfa Romeo, has chosen as their re-entry vehicle the 8C Spider. The base price of this model (a 450-horsepower V-8 coupe head turner) is $200,000.
Talk about inflation!
but I once saw homeless people mocking John DeLorean as he walked along 5th Avenue in Manhattan.
(Photo by Mark Rabiner for The New York Times) Lauren J. Reilly and her 1981 DeLorean DMC-12.
This story in The New York Times reminded me of DeLorean:
Auto Ego
Ask Me About My Flux Capacitor by RICHARD S. CHANG, April 6, 2008
*Lauren J. Reilly*
Manhattan
Occupation: Advertising producer
Car: 1981 DeLorean DMC-12
Date Acquired: 2004
THINGS happen when you own a DeLorean, the sports car turned ultimate time machine in the “Back to the Future” films.
The car was larger than life. Its creator, John Z. DeLorean, was a self-promoting swinger in tailored suits who dated models and Hollywood starlets. He was caught in an F.B.I. sting with 55 pounds of cocaine, which the authorities said he planned to sell to prevent the collapse of his company. Though he was acquitted, the trial further cemented his name and his car as irresistible emblems of pop culture.
“Having a DeLorean is like 5 percent being a rock star,” said Lauren J. Reilly, a bubbly 31-year-old producer at the Deutsch advertising agency who owns a 1981 DeLorean DMC-12 — the only model DeLorean built (and for just two years).
It was an unseasonably warm winter Sunday when Ms. Reilly drove her DeLorean in a several-block radius around Midtown Manhattan, where she lives and keeps her car. Tourists were out in full force, convening at every street corner with directionless awe. In front of Radio City Music Hall, a tall man in a black raincoat stared at the DeLorean, eyes squinting, as he strode up the block. In Times Square, a cluster of red-faced teenagers pointed, bursting into a fit of giggles.
Ms. Reilly expressed some disappointment. Usually, she said, passers-by are hard-charging the car with their cameras set on rapid fire. But not today; she settled for points and stares.
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Stuart Noble in The Agonist, one of my favorite blogs, did a post last week that I only became aware of this morning (I usually visit daily but . . .). It’s on the LeBron James Vogue magazine cover that I first blogged about a couple of weeks ago. It is very well done. He drew on more sources and wrote a very good post.
Feministe and Jezebel have posted thought-provoking pieces. And Bag News Notes, another one of my absolute favorite blogs, unbeknownst to me, had also already weighed in.
I am not sure if this changes anything, but it is available at Vogue. Here is the Vogue story. Other images in the package:
Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps and model Caroline Trentini.
Rollerboarder Shaun White and model Daria Werbowy.
Model Raquel Zimmermann and Olympic discuss thrower Jared Rome.
Model Doutzen Kroes and Olympic speed skater Apollo Anton Ohno
The image below came from the comments section on the post.
Here’s how the commenter, Zuma, described how the image came about:
when lisa and i first got together, she told me about a book by john tigges that she liked, ‘monster’, so i drew an illo of it for her. the monster’s love for the female protagonist was about providing, hence i named the drawing provide. it was one of extremely few such files i did not color. god knows why. i just knew there was an unusual amount of factors at play in the piece.
Noble had this to say about that image:
Thanks for the observation
It’s an interesting sketch but I don’t think the emotion of your image resembles at all the negative cultural heritage which I argue the LeBron image represents.
stuart noble April 2, 2008 – 2:27am
Patrick Boivin is a French Canadian autodidact director. He started by drawing comic books 15 years ago, and quickly discovered that it was faster to tell a story with video. He gradually became a moviemaker . . . the palimpsest copped this movie from his YouTube channel (http://www.youtube.com/user/PatrickBoivin).
I will post more in the future, if I have his permission.
For most of what you can see on his channel, he did the light, the camera, the directing, the editing and the special effects . . . For some of them, he also made the sound and the music.
Heston died Saturday at his Beverly Hills home, said family spokesman Bill Powers. In 2002, he had been diagnosed with symptoms similar to those of Alzheimer’s disease.
A strapping figure of commanding presence, Heston seemed particularly suited to such roles as Moses, the biblical patriarch, Ben-Hur, the fictional hero of Roman times, and the ringmaster who presided over operations in the “The Greatest Show on Earth” (1952).
As the title character in “Ben-Hur,” whose strength and pluck enabled him to escape slavery in a Roman galley and win a fiercely contested chariot race, Heston won the 1959 Oscar for best actor.
From The New York Times
When the film was released in 1956, more than three and a half hours long and the most expensive that De Mille had ever made, Mr. Heston became a marquee name. Whether leading the Israelites through the wilderness, parting the Red Sea or coming down from Mount Sinai with the tablets from God in hand, he was a Moses to remember.
Writing in The New York Times nearly 30 years afterward, when the film was re-released for a brief run, Vincent Canby called it “a gaudy, grandiloquent Hollywood classic” and suggested there was more than a touch of “the rugged American frontiersman of myth” in Mr. Heston’s Moses.
The same quality made Mr. Heston an effective spokesman, off-screen, for the causes he believed in. Late in life he became a staunch opponent of gun control. Elected president of the National Rifle Association in 1998, he proved to be a powerful campaigner against what he saw as the government’s attempt to infringe on a Constitutional guarantee — the right to bear arms.
(Photo by the Associated Press) Mr. Heston was always able to channel some energies into the public arena. He was an active supporter of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., calling him “a 20th-century Moses for his people,” and participated in the historic march on Washington in 1963. Left, he joined civil rights protesters picketing a whites-only restaurant in Oklahoma City in 1961.
Charlton Heston wasn’t always destined to be kook. He had one of those legendary Hollywood careers. He was a moderate who supported Adlai Stevenson in 1956 and John F. Kennedy in 1960. And, more importantly, he used some of his Hollywood cred to back civil rights. He fought for good causes and was, even when he became more conservative, a truly compassionate one.
Heston even supported gun control, especially after the assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. Which was why it was so jarring when he later emerged as the face of the National Rifle Association.
Heston has died at 84 and all most people will remember him for was holding that rifle aloft and screaming.
But, even at his most strident, true gun nuts questioned how truly committed he was, citing his earlier desire to rip guns out from their cold, dead hands after his buddies MLK and JFK were killed. I mean just because a couple of patriots (what else would you call people who know how to shoot guns?) killed your buddies isn’t reason to go soft in the knees.
We’ve got a militia to organize here. If and when we need on. It’s a right and Heston, once upon a time, was going to take that away from us.
His spoof of the NRA in the early 1990’s, when Bill Clinton signed the Brady Bill into law, was easily the most effective anti-gun propaganda anyone could create. And it was funny.
Heston would later show he was at least crazy in other ways. In a December 1997, Heston trivialized the Holocaust and made disparaging remarks about women, gays and lesbians, and African Americans in a speech, drawing praise from David Duke.
I, for one, prefer to give more weight to the good work he did in his political activism before he went off the deep end. I’ve posted obituaries in arts & media.