"nothing very interesting happens in well-lighted places."

turf wars?

Moma has launched a hella creative ad campaign in the Atlantic/Pacific subway station in Brooklyn. Above you see a print of a famous Pollock ... also on the walls are Lichenstein, Cindy Sherman, Mondrian, etc. It's an inventive take on the station's white tile walls, and it works because they've taken over all the ad space.
But let's look at the subtext. Atlantic/Pacific is the stop you get off at for a number of things. Target. And Flatbush Farm. Oh, and BAM. Maybe the MOMA folks are trying court those on the way to the Brooklyn's cultural gem (the cinema and theater programming has blown me away), but one can't help but sense that there's a little bit of a cultural turf war afoot. BAM vs. MOMA ... with MOMA on the offensive.


best. catfight. ever.

This one is courtesy of defamer. And oh how happy it makes me. It's been a hella day, and there's nothing like a good, old-fashioned catfight to make me sigh with relief. This one is the improbable but kinda great dual between tween queen Hilary Duff and icon Faye Dunaway.
So, it starts when Dunaway knocks Duff after hearing that the young actress/singer plans to play Bonnie Parker in a seemingly ill-advised remake of Bonnie and Clyde. We all know that Dunaway played the role in the original, rocked it, and made flapper chic something we all had to embrace in 1967 (ok, I wasn't around, but I totally would have been all for it).
Today comes Duff's response, that invokes two things that are sure to make Dunaway do her best Joan Crawford (again): Old age and plastic surgery. It's totally Mean Girls.
It seems more than a little catty for Duff, who is a commodity but as Dunaway suggests not a real actress, to knock the great Dunaway. Sure, Faye doesn't do good work anymore (the last thing I saw with her was a CSI episode a few years back, and yes, it was awful). But at her peak you'd be hard pressed to find better. Network. Chinatown. Three Days of the Condor. Come on. Duff makes movies that co-star Heather Locklear. Case closed.
If I were Duff, I would sleep with one eye open. And clear the house of all wire hangers. That's really the one thing that could send Faye over the edge.