i love boy george. who among you does not know this. i love boy george SO MUCH. decades go by and george just makes me happier and happier. (i do have a tendency to stay fiercely loyal to my celebrities, as evidenced last week in me crying with joy while watching robert blake's exoneration. he probably did the crime -- but my boy won't do the time!)
okay, so back to george. so we all know his broadway musical tanked. well, it was the only show I'VE ever seen on broadway and i was having a GREAT time. we don't play the soundtrack at home, no, but it was really a magical day for me, seeing it.
and i HATE rosie o'donnell and i didn't care at all that she'd put up ninety bazillion dollars to fund the musical. sometimes gross people do reasonable things; they're still gross people.
so my dad brings me this; this article from the paper. can you see the three little words that made him get out his scissors?
how about now?
god, george, you are so great. biting the hand that feeds you AND contributing to the sea change that uses pottery barn as a synonym for falseness, sterility, and disposability.
okay well maybe he didn't get that far into it. but this edition of studio 360 did. (program #612, show title Knit, Whittle, Tap). it features (groan) a little bit about stitch-and-bitch "hipster" knitting groups, an interview with the daughter of george nakashima, and a bit about william morris' roycroft press (wherein elbert hubbard, a "cross between ayn rand and p.t. barnum", finds a way to put "hoodlums" to work in a letterpress shop, collating pages) and studio.
this segment ends, after detailing the painstaking creation of a birds'-eye maple chair, the roycrofters, with the words "and for the rest of us... there's pottery barn."