Everything You Watch, You Watch at 1.5x. Including Your Life.
Your podcasts, your Netflix, the voice memos from your mother. A field report on speed-consumption as a personality, and the growing suspicion that real time is for the boring.
Who is producing work of lasting consequence, and how to identify it before consensus arrives.
Your podcasts, your Netflix, the voice memos from your mother. A field report on speed-consumption as a personality, and the growing suspicion that real time is for the boring.
The American business lunch is over, and what is happening between twelve and two now is more interesting than the lunch ever was. The Four Seasons closed. The Carlyle is half empty. The Polo Bar will seat you at one with three days' notice. The hour and a half has been quietly redistributed.
Too important to skip, too bloated to finish, and too expensive-looking to criticize without sounding like you don't appreciate art. We finish shows we don't enjoy because the social cost of admitting you bailed is higher than the cost of wasting your time.
The beauty industry has always sold the sensation of becoming someone. The disturbing part is not that they are selling it to twelve-year-olds.
The critic and the reviewer are not the same person. One is saving her a bad evening. The other is building her ability to judge for herself. She has access to hundreds of opinions and no framework for sorting them.