Interview

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Interview is a recurring publication in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between June 24, 2024 and September 21, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as “the Didion/Warhol Interview Mag ‘Why Can’t Everything Be Magical All The Time’”; “Taylore Scarabelli from Interview is looking for The Inside Scoop”. It most often appears alongside August Lamm, Beckett Rosset, Chloe Pingeon.

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  • Category: Publications
  • Mention count: 2
  • Issue count: 2
  • First seen: June 24, 2024
  • Last seen: September 21, 2024

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Recovered passages from the original issue text. When the raw archive preserved outbound links inside the source passage, they are listed directly under the quote.

June 24, 2024 · Original source
I like August Lamm’s reading. I like Beckett’s reading a lot. I like the magician who performs a magic show and then reads a story about a run down roadside magic shop in the small town in Florida where he grew up. It’s half a story about the tricks of the trade. It reminds me a little of the Didion/Warhol Interview Mag “Why Can’t Everything Be Magical All The TIme” “What?” quote that everyone’s been posting this week. The quote is obviously most interesting insofar as it represents a fundamental clash of sensibilities, but it also speaks, however vaguely, to a push and pull between the preservation and the unraveling of illusions. I tell this to Beckett as I’m leaving, which I think is a sign I am tipsier than I thought because it’s really not the most astute observation.
September 21, 2024 · Original source
I wear a black suede skirt to the Elena Velez show, a Forte Forte blouse that would have looked cooler untucked but I didn’t want to look wide, LaBucq heels, white socks, I often worry that everything I own is awful. I see Shannon in line at the show looking chic and a tiktokker known for almost unwatchable parody videos doing street interviews ahead of her. There’s the Hallowed Sons biker game revving engines loudly on the sidewalk, but when I remark at their rudeness, I am told that they are there for the show, part of the spectacle, obviously. Later, I see them inside. I’m not a fashion critic. I’m not really a critic at all. I feel earnestly, simply happy to be here. The show is on the seventh floor of an office building, an industrial space, lots of light, only two rows of seating down a long runway and an apocalyptic techno-adjacent soundtrack that, in a very pared down sense, works.
The reviews that come later are mixed. The Cut says it lacks feeling. Cultured runs an interview that is solidly positive but doesn’t say much that is new. On her Instagram stories, Taylore Scarabelli from Interview is looking for The Inside Scoop on a Rumored Scandal. Her anonymous sourcing lands on the hypothesis that casting and styling pulled out last minute in protest of some right-wing adjacent models slated to walk. I’m not sure about an inside scoop, this was the only show I attended, and I’ve always found the practice of critiquing a collection (physical form) based on a runway show (spectacle?) to be strange. Most of the fashion week criticism I’ve read this year has seemed more like scene reports anyways, and so maybe this paradox is becoming more explicit. Alexa Chung and Madewell put cigarettes on silver trays and now we’re avant-garde. Ralph Lauren is in the Hamptons. Everything is boring, but I’m never bored when I’m included, and I guess it’s hard to find objectivity within that flagrant narcissism.