Showing posts with label sonic youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sonic youth. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sonic Boom!

I'm a big 'ol fan of the mere existence of Kim Gordon. While I can't quite claim to follow her career (music and otherwise) too closely, I do have to say that just knowing she is on the Earth, rockin' out for rockin' tomboy mamas everywhere just lets me sleep a little better at night. Sonic Youth headlined my first real-deal rock festival at the very tender age of 13, so they, and their blond frontwoman, instantly achieved mythic status in my mind. Their latest video, for their latest album entitled The Eternal, is for the single "Sacred Trickster" and it's both hilariously lo-fi and quirky fun.



To me this video is what it would look like if the MTA hired Kim and Co. to direct their PSA TV spots for the "If You See Something, Say Something" campaign with an edgy, fashion-heavy vibe. Even though the impeccably dressed, wigged-out girls don't plant their bombs on a train, the idea is still loud and clear. People: If you see something, say something. Otherwise blue stuff might explode on you!

Here's Kim telling Style.com about her fashiony side:



I love that she claims she doesn't have great style, and that she's not a musician. That's a big, fat bit of humbleness.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Remember That?: X-girl Clothing

When I was 13, my ever-the-coolest mother let my 16 year-old sister take me and my bestie Rosemarie into NYC to get actual X-Girl tees from the actual X-Girl store in Soho. She really understood that Romie and I could not go to Lollapalooza '95 unless we were in correct style. Remember X-Girl? It was the line co-designed by Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon and '90s stylist Daisy von Furth. Here's some vintage footage of the line's first fashion show to spark your memory.




Did you catch the show's producers? Sofia Coppola and Spike Jonze! X-Girl rocked my world when I was a pre-teen. I used to wear my long-sleeved, black t-shirt with a globe graphic on it at least twice a week in seventh grade. I'd pair it with my black bell bottom, thrifted cords and my vintage platform Mary Janes. That was also the year that I regularly cut my own hair and stayed up until 2am to watch 120 Minutes on MTV in hopes that I could tape videos like "Bull in the Heather" and watch em over and over again until they got fuzzy on the VHS. Wait a sec, does all of this nostalgia mean that I'm getting old? No, no, no. I just miss my punked out riot grrrl days. I'm feeling a little rebel awakening. Watch out.