Meaning: Having beautiful buttocks. No, really. It’s from the Greek kallipygos, from kalli- + pyg? Buttocks.
Usage: “Those dusky Afro-Scandinavian buttocks, which combine the callipygian rondure observed among the races of the Dark Continent with the taut and noble musculature of sturdy Olaf, our blond Northern cousin.” — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow Read more »
Halloween has snuck up on me and I’m still without a costume. Have any recommendations for a girl with no time to spare?
Thrift stores may be picked over, but beauty counters are still stocked full of vivid red lipstick, electric blue eyeliner, and sometimes-garish glittery eye shadow. Your costume options are endless when your face is the feature—Elizabeth Taylor, Dame Edna, David Bowie—any pop culture character with a penchant for makeup will do. Ransack your makeup bag for old colours you’ve kept around, and invest in a super-pigmented piece, like M.A.C Fall Colour Lipstick in “Neon Orange” ($18, maccosmetics.com) to look costume-y on All Hallow’s Eve and cool after the clock strikes November and all the ghouls have gone home.
David Bowie, Station to Station (Deluxe Edition)
It’s my personal opinion that David Bowie is an almost perfect musical creature. You might even consider him an otherwordly artistic genius whose four decades of music continues to influence pop culture and leave imprints on our creative souls. That’s why I’m happy to sneak him in here just before Halloween so you can rethink your Ziggy Stardust costume. Again. Incidentally, it’s also the perfect time to dust off your favorite Bowie albums, and maybe even add to the collection, since he recently released the 40th anniversary of Space Oddity, as well as a deluxe edition of 1976’s Station to Station that includes live versions of “Stay,” “Queen Bitch,” and “Fame,” all currently on repeat in my world. The original release of the album marked the introduction of Bowie’s alter ego, the Thin White Duke, who had a tendency towards aggressively apathetic romanticism, a love for Adolph Hitler, and a severe drug problem. The album feels like running through a dream towards a soulful love affair with your own ego. No matter how many delicious fame monsters follow, I still prefer the original. (Also look out for the War Child David Bowie tribute album that was released this week.) Read more »
Okay, I’m too obsessed with synaesthesia. But to me, band du jour Amazing Baby sounds just like black licorice—their dark metal love all glammed over with sugar-high sighs and synthesizers, their nouveau-’70s psychedelia at once familiar (MGMT is the obvious style influencer, but there must be a reason I’m thinking of Wolfmother, too) and a little off (maybe it’s more like ’80s Bowie, after all). Their shaggy head-banging schtick won’t delight all tastes, but if debut album Rewild isn’t in heavy rotation at Urban Outfitters by the end of next week, I’ll eat my “Headdress.” Read more »