August 7th, 2012Top StoryVanity Fair Profiled the Brant Brothers Because Vanity Fair Hates YouBy Drew Magary
The Brothers Brant (That's Peter and Harry) on the Pleasures of Being 1-Percenters, Sexuality, and Suri Cruise's Fashion Sense That's the headline. I hope you've taped up your fists good and tight! Please note that Vanity Fair is trumpeting insights on sexuality from a 15-year-old, which would totally be creepy if the 15-year-old in question weren't a tiny, unthreatening dipshit.
Is there any other kind of episode of "Gossip Girl"? Terrible Kristen Bell Voiceover says this ball is L-O-Hell, AMIRITE?! Anyway, I'm glad that this article joins the Brants right in the middle of them being casually indifferent to their life of fabulous opulence. When they say MEH, it just carries more weight than a regular MEH, you know? It's like hearing from Oscar Wilde, if Oscar Wilde possessed no discernible talent of any sort.
"Call me 40% gayish."
You are so wrong.
I am an ad for a fragrance. I am... UNDEFINITIVE.
This is incorrect. I know exactly how Peter Brant's mind works. Join me for a brief exploration, will you? (crawls into mind portal located behind filing cabinet on Floor 7 1/2) What should I say to this woman to make me sound deep, even though I'm just an idiot teenager? JOAN CRAWFORD IS, LIKE, AMAZING. OMG, I'm gonna tweet that at Derek Blasberg right now. He's such a tacky European man. I don't know what tacky means, really. This matador vest looks great on me. I'm going to masturbate to that ottoman without actually touching my penis, because I think that would make me unique. (spit back out by Lincoln Tunnel) Are we all back now? Okay, let's move on...
Well, that's the thing about icons, Brother Brant Harry (Can I call you Brother Brant Harry? You know what, never mind. I'm just gonna go with Snow Twat.) The thing about icons is that icons DO things, and then they become icons because they've proven superlative at whatever it is they do. For example, Whitney Houston was an icon, because she was a very good singer. Joe Montana is an icon, because he was very good at football. That's how it works. You don't get to just jump right to icon status. You can't just buy a Degree in Iconship from the U. of Phoenix (though they're surely working on it). You have to be a productive human being, not some overprivileged dickbag who thinks having a job means cleaning out Daddy's horsey stall on Sunday morning before your polo match.
Suri Cruise is six years old. You're an idiot.
(goes back through the portal) If I say that Suri Cruise is my idol, it'll be tres outrageous! (back out the Lincoln Tunnel)
What you, the reader, are experiencing right now is the sensation of insincerity taking on a tangible form, covering you in a thick grey film that you can feel leaching down into the roots of your teeth. It's as if you'll never hear anyone saying anything genuine ever again, and I'm deeply sorry for that. All I can do to make it go away is to be as honest and direct with you as possible when I tell you FUCK THESE PEOPLE.
You don't have them already, dear Brother Snow Twat?
HOORAY! You are now in the very WORST episode of "Gossip Girl".
No one who maintains a social calendar is allowed to be disappointed with anything in life. These people are aliens. I would like Curiosity to land on them and take photos of the empty, craterous landscape inside their skulls.
OH NO! Met Ball complications are the worst complications of all!
"I was going to sodomize mother with its head!"
What if that baby animal were to grow to adult size and then eat you? That could be better.
Let's all just take a moment to step back, count to ten, maybe walk around in the forest for a moment. If I don't personally do that right now, I'm gonna burn my own house down.
Again, this is not the proper path to iconoship. Renting a baby panther and then using it as a fucking stole doesn't guarantee you Somebodyhood. But no, continue on with your plan. Wear a necklace of live hamsters and see where it gets you in life.
I CANNOT HELP BEING THIS FABULOUS.
"From now, I'm going to harbor an unhealthy obsession with superficial looks. FIRE THE FAT MAID."
STEPHANIE SEYMOUR: Harry, eat your graffiti eggplant. HARRY: Mother, please don't define me as an "eater".
It can be about, like, Maxwell Simpson. Maxwell Simpson is one of my true heroes.
Things that aren't discussed as the Brant family dinner table: God, education, war, anything book-related except for leather book covers, responsibility, charity, the "November Rain" video.
Did she hit you with a phone? Please tell me the bitch hit you with a phone.
And we are all poorer for it. DEATH IS THE ULTIMATE IN UNDEFINEABILITY. [Image via Getty] |
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Driving The Ferrari 458 Spider On One Of The World's Curviest Roads
August 7th, 2012Top StoryDriving The Ferrari 458 Spider On One Of The World's Curviest Roads
So there I was trundling into the offices of UK-based CAR magazine for an editorial meeting. Still with that sick feeling in my stomach from the incident that happened just a day or two before. Yes, that one. The one where I managed to drive over a curb in a Ferrari FF and make two expensive alloy circles into squares (in my defense it was pretty well hidden and only popped up half way around the bend!). At least nobody would hear about it, I thought, as I drove… "You're going to have an interesting day then," he said. And so it began. CAR had decided to put up the video before I got in and it beamed across the web and to the outer reaches of the universe in about 12 seconds. I'm sure there are cannibals in the depths of the Congo rainforest who've seen that bloody video. It's about the car but really it's about the place. You've probably seen the Stelvio in a million photos and videos, but I think our videographer Mark Bramley really shows how mad this road is. And how cool the people who use it are you're ripping past them in a Ferrari over and over again. I kept thinking the police would turn up any minute, but even if they did I reckon they'd just want a photo with the car and maybe a passenger ride up and down the Pass. Get right to the end of the video and I have an enormous crash. Maybe. But for this video we picked up the 458 one morning from the factory, dropped it back the next night with nothing but a few calls asking where the hell we were when we returned it late. The car felt seriously quick but clearly didn't have Alonso's motor in the back. You'll like the noise, I promise you that. |
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