If you were to ask us earlier this week whether the world needed more celebrity interviews
, this Slipper would have looked at you 100% askance. But if the options are between publicists defining their clients’ narratives and those narratives having at least some
acquaintanceship with the truth—or to put it slightly less dramatically, if the options are between social-media-powered monologue and some form of actual dialogue, the latter starts to sound pretty necessary. At any rate, this essay tickled our media-about-media funny bone.
And he may not be a celebrity as such, but we were thrilled to find Buckslip patron saint Fred Wiseman interviewed at length in the latest Paris Review
—the first for new editor Emily Nemens—for the inaugural “The Art of Documentary.”
In “Alternative Influence,”
a fascinating report from Data & Society
, researcher Rebecca Lewis maps how the far-right pundits and celebs of YouTube are doing what they’re doing so effectively, weaponizing the tactics pioneered by microcelebrity brand influencers. What she shows is a fascinating continuum of exposure, where even something so simple as a chain of guest appearances leads the unwitting viewer, by design, rapidly down the radical rabbit hole.
, “The New Science of Seeing Around Corners
”, a great overview of contemporary computer vision research, and where our houseplants currently stand in their role as accidental cameras or sneaky microphones.
At The Ringer
, a comprehensive history of the magazine cover
: how it came to matter, and how it came to not.
Ice age wolf pup.
Like all the best protest albums, Marc Ribot’s Songs of Resistance 1942–2018
is scrappy, all over the place, and too earnest by half. That’s what makes it so great, as the legendary guitarist co-opts the likes of Steve Earle and Meshell Ndegeocello to get a few things about this moment off their collective chests. But here’s the real treat for your week’s partisan soundtrack–Ribot and Tom Waits, too quiet now for too long, languidly dusting off the old Italian anti-fascist standard “Bella Ciao.”
a voice we miss.