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Why Frank Ocean’s Fans Went Crazy

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Frank Ocean loves cars. He isn’t shy about it either.

His debut mixtape/album nostalgia, ULTRA. features that bright orange 1980s BMW E30 M3, his supposed “dream car,” hidden amidst a shrubbery alcove on its album cover. There’s the “pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain’t it?” line from “Swim Good” and the Mustang 5.0 he offers to spare his broken heart in “American Wedding.” The deeper Frank fans know “Acura Intergurl,” a song when Frank still went by Lonny Breaux, and dedicated to his 1991 Acura NSX. Digging even deeper, the Channel Orange booklet displays another BMW, one more knowledgeable enthusiasts have recognized as a 5-series wagon.

The singer may have been in hiding, but he never hid his love of cars. Maybe Frank fanatics would rather the New York Times never be mentioned (or publish another newspaper) again, but in one of the handful of interviews Frank’s given, the singer showed off his rebuilt 1990 BMW E30 sedan and allowed the NYTimes writer to drive (and scratch) his M3.

You get it by now. Dude’s obsessed with cars, namely Beemers. But you don’t really care, because you just want the album. Technically it’s still not out. Frank did drop this “visual album” called “Endless,” available only on Apple Music for now. It’s great. He covers that Isley Brothers track “At Your Best (You Are Love)” that Aaliyah famously covered and builds a staircase to either heaven or nowhere depending on your interpretation of the situation.

But it’s still a prelude to the album, which will debut this weekend (fingers crossed) and will no longer go by Boys Don’t Cry, according to Rolling Stone.

So let’s go back to Wednesday night for a moment. If you haven’t heard, there was a Frank Ocean spotting Wednesday. Those seem rarer nowadays than walking in a public park and not bumping into someone playing Pokemon Go. Thanks to A$AP Rocky’s Snapchat, we knew even before today that Frank’s alive. What’s he been doing? Street-racing cars with Tyler, the Creator.

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How fun, right? Old buds Frankie and Ty driving fast with a terrified Rocky yelping his lungs out. A nice little treat as we wait for the album, you might be thinking.

Dammit. I forgot how the internet works.

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Sigh.

You get the feeling the people who waste days back-to-back on the internet, never leaving their phones for a second, expect an artist to lock himself in a studio until he emerges, like Jesus from the tomb, and deliver us from evil (in the form of an album). They’re likely the kind of people who text during movies and snap a pic their meal every time they eat out and go hiking just to Instagram the view. In other words, they probably lack any concept of how art’s created.

Frank Ocean’s delayed, maybe-dropping-this-weekend record has brought out the bottomless floor of internet culture. Some “hilarious” fans made a diss album called Boys Do Cry, parodying numerous tracks like “Pink Matter” and Kanye’s “Say You Will.” That Apple Music livestream/performance art piece that became “Endless” showed Frank sawing wood and painting boxes. The warehouse of the video? Reddit users found it. Still over waiting for the album to drop but need it the exact second it does? A slight paradox, but no worries. There’s an app for that.

Okay. I realize I seem like a cross between a technophobe and that old-man-yells-at-cloud Grandpa Simpson meme right around now. But I don’t believe it’s been all garbage trash piles. This Vine has brought more joy into my life than a thousand corgy huskie puppies rolling atop my face. It should win the EGOT. I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise.

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I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but music fandom became uncomfortably toxic within the past year or so. The vitriolic anticipation for Frank’s album is just another example of what now goes on day after day. Music fandom has always been slightly contentious. We will argue about music, really any popular art form, until the day we die/become human batteries for the Matrix.

Questions like: Who really should be remembered as the King of Pop? Prince or Michael (Prince). What rappers make up your Top Five? (Jay, Andre, Pac, Kendrick, Black Thought, and yes I’m wrong.) Who won these rap beefs: Jay Z vs. Nas, Beanie Siegel vs. The LOX, J. Cole vs. Diggy? (Jay, Beans, and nobody cares.)  Who’s the greatest guitarist of all time? (Super debatable, but if he ever wanted it, Prince again.)

Anyone who loves music also loves arguing about music. It’s always been part of the fun. But the hyper-accelerated nature of our media consumption changed the equation. Maybe it’s the “jokes>>>facts always” crowd or our instantaneous need to claim a new album classic or trash. Maybe it’s meme culture in general, which has a way of cheapening anything for a moment’s laugh. Maybe it’s the media content mill, willing to showcase the trending thing for some clicks.

Or maybe it’s my generation’s need to ironically distance themselves from anything resembling emotions or feelings, because in our panoptic, post-Snowden world, there’s a fear that anything serious we do or say will be used against us, so it’s better never to be serious at all.

I’ve been listening to Drake’s VIEWS again lately. It’s the most popular album of the year, according to sales, and the most critically-panned album of Drake’s career. Mediocre, treading the same ground, uninspired. He’s not rapping enough. Baroque and bloated. Why didn’t he just make a dancehall album? He has everything at the top yet sounds so depressed and paranoid #lame.

Part of this is Drake’s fault. The expectations for the album began in 2014 when he rapped on the track “0 to 100/The Catch-Up:” “We already got spring 2015 poppin’ / PND droppin’, Reps-up P droppin’ / Majid Jordan droppin’, OB droppin’, not to mention me droppin’”

That album was supposed to be the then-titled Views from the 6. Then 2015 came and Drake released If You’re Reading It’s Too Late, a mix-album that cashed in the trending Atlanta trap sound and What A Time to Be Alive, a joint project with Future. Reaction to these projects were pleasant and markedly reserved because the projects were appetizers. They didn’t need to be great or game-changers. Views from the 6 was still on its way. And just to tide us over further, Drake (pretty much) ended Meek Mill’s career with “Back to Back,” which remains pure exhilaration every time you hear it.

All that fun had a dangerous side-effect: Expectations were so high he’d need to release his Thriller, his Blueprint, his Pet Sounds just to meet them. Of course he didn’t. VIEWS is meandering, veiled, created by a really lonely man who keeps finding the wrong answers to his problems. Too long still but it’s pretty good actually. However, most can’t get past that change in Drake’s image from wounded and heartbroken to the isolated Hamlet he plays on VIEWS. Probably because most respond to others’ loneliness the same way: with “the instinctive sense that it is literally repulsive,” as Olivia Laing notes in The Lonely City, which really sounds like a Drake project if I’ve heard one.

We’re pretty great at creating anticipation and hype in our era. Think of the enormous glee surrounding the release of DC’s Suicide Squad. It was to be the superhero movie we’ve always been waiting for! Until it wasn’t.

These expectations usually end up hurting those who instigate them. That’s the frustration surrounding Frank Ocean and music fans. Frank might’ve fueled the fires with that cryptic library book slip with all its crossed-out dates and the even more cryptic livestream that only finally revealed itself (and it’s still pretty cryptic!). Otherwise, most of the animosity towards Frank stems from a self-perpetuating drudge. It’s little wonder why we’ve seen more “surprise” drops from mainstream and independent artists this year. Beyonce, Kanye, Radiohead, and Chance experienced far more benefits through this route than the typical scheduled album rollouts of old.

Frank tried this play. It’s kind of wild when you think about it. A leaked source told the New York Times the album would come Aug. 5; there was never an official announcement. Yet this is all Frank’s fault. Stop having fun and blowing off some steam by racing cars. Finish the album, asshole.

Few artists would engender these intense emotional reactions. Frank Ocean’s music reaches sublime heights through his sincere, confessional storytelling and his touches-the-soul croon. Frank doesn’t speak to you; he speaks for you. Perhaps that’s why we need this album so desperately and make insolent demands he finish it: Without him, we don’t know what else there is to say.

From Dumpster Diving To Pick-Up-Truck Pools, Philly Rules At Staying Cool

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Don’t tell Philly they can’t soak their butts in non-traditional vessels. It won’t end well.

Philadelphia officials dared try to stop the dumpster pool trend, a seasonal favorite among the city’s sweaty and budget-conscious. In a delightful summertime game of garbage-y innovation, Philly residents rose to the challenge and started swimming in pickup truck beds, instead.

In case you’re blissfully uninitiated with this innovative practice, the premise is brilliant in its simplicity: Line a large vessel with a tarp, fill it with water, add friends plus the mood-enhancing substances of your choice, and enjoy.

“Every year we try to better ourselves,” Justyn Myers, a dumpster block party host, told USA Today. “Last year my pickup truck was a pool, so this year we were like the pickup was cool, but it wasn’t that big, so what could be bigger.” Justyn, please write a self-help book based on this endeavor.

The Department of Licenses and Inspections (and fun killing?) started refusing to issue permits for trashy pool parties. “We are not screwing around, Philly,” said communications director Karen Guss. You don’t scare ’em that easy, Guss — Philadelphia magazine reported that the swimmers moved to pickup trucks as an alternative.

You may ask these hometown heroes, “Wouldn’t it be a better idea to just go to a public pool?” You lost me at “better idea,” but to answer this obvious question, no, because then you aren’t in a dumpster or a pickup truck. See the point?

Meanwhile, for those without current access to a dumpster and/ or pick-up truck, browsing the #truckpool and #dumpsterpool hashtags is a veritable vacation for the mind:

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Correlation isn’t causation, but this does come right on the heels of Pennsylvania grocery stores finally getting permits to sell and ship wine. Pennsylvanians can now hit up their local Giant, get a cart-load of Rex Goliath, hop over to the Lowe’s for a big-ass tarp and take that whole jawn down to the parking lot for a good time.

Which Of These Adult Camps Is Right For You?

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This summer was wet and hot, but it’s not over yet. If you’re yearning for another shot at talent show fame, or just miss a time before the internet in our pockets started ruining everything, there’s still time to throw your phone into the nearest river and find camping bliss as a grown-up. Which of these adult camps is calling to you?

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Lago de Atitlán, Photo by Flickr user Jeff P

For the adventurously zenned-out:

The Passage

Varying dates and locations

$2,250 – $3,350

If touching way too much of way too many strangers in tropical environments is your thing, The Passage is where you want to be. You’ll dig uncomfortably deep to answer questions like “What do you seek to cultivate in your community?” and “What is your story of self?” This year, they went to San Marcos De Atitlan, Guatemala. Last year—their inaugural trip—sent a group of 35 unrealistically tan yoga-bodied individuals to Costa Rica “on a journey into their most authentic selves.” You’ve just missed this year’s “experiment,” which is what they call these retreats, but you’ll need the months ahead to think of answers for their application, where they’re “hand-selecting participants who share our commitment to reflection, personal growth and fun.”

For the wallflowers who need liquid courage to bloom:

Camp No Counselors

Varying dates and locations, May through October

$529-599

Do you wish you could relive the inflatable lake trampolines and talent shows of your childhood summer camp memories, only with way more alcohol? Then start brushing up on your flip cup skills, because Camp No Counselors could be where you find your people. The testimonials are breathlessly positive: “I felt stripped down to my real self instantly, and any anxiety I had about not knowing people on the trip vanished within moments of being at camp,” one camper writes. Based on CNC’s photos and press coverage, that might be because you arrive, immediately take off your shirt, and are handed a beer bong. You could bump into these people in Murray Hill on a Friday night, or you could meet them at a camp upstate, where you turn in your cellphone and eat s’mores before everyone returns to their lives in finance.

For the mindful city-dweller:

The Path

NYC, Sept. 10-11

$200-350

In June, they schlepped their cushions up to Montauk for a beach retreat. For a fall getaway, The Path takes you on a “loving kindness meditation immersion” in a brownstone near Washington Square Park. There you’re promised lessons on how to be a more positive, kind, energized person — “forever.” If sitting around in a brownstone in Manhattan brings you that kind of long-lasting peace, god bless. “Our group will be incredible, all people seeking to become better versions of themselves,” the retreat description reads. “On our last retreat, people became very close!” That’s very enthusiastic and vague enough to be mildly suggestive, but okay! What happens on The Path stays on The Path.

For the camper yearning for nostalgia:

Camp Grounded

Varying dates and locations, August – October

$645-695

If what you really came here for was the smell of too many people sweating in a mess hall, the screech of metal folding chairs, tie-dying and taking nature hikes, you’ve arrived at the right camp.  No booze, drugs, or Instagramming aloud — in fact, no digital technology allowed at all, including your Game Boy. You can wear a sundial, but not a watch. Talking about work is also banned, so don’t bring the business cards, either. You’ll arrive and get assigned an animal — a fox, owl, bobcat, deer, etc. — and share that animal-identity with your bunkmates for the duration. Or, opt to bring your own tent to a spot on the outskirts of camp, in case you want to make more-than-friendship bracelets under the privacy of your own thin layer of nylon.

 

#LochteGate: What We Know So Far About The Hottest, Messiest Olympic Scandal Ever [Updates]

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Arguably the greatest scandal in Olympics history keeps getting better. ABC News is now reporting that one of the American swimmers who claimed to have been robbed at a gas station early Sunday morning in Rio  “was seen on CCTV footage breaking down the door to the bathroom at the gas station and fighting with a security guard,” according to a Brazilian police source who spoke with the channel.

The story, if you haven’t been paying attention, broke Sunday, after Ryan Lochte’s mother told reporters that her son had been robbed. The IOC initially denied the story, only to have Lochte and the other U.S. swimmers—-Jack Conger, Gunnar Bentz, and James Feigen—later confirm it. In an interview with NBC’s Billy Bush, Lochte described the harrowing details of the alleged hold-up, which he said took place after the four left a party at France’s hospitality venue at about 4 am.

“We got pulled over, in the taxi, and these guys came out with a badge, a police badge, no lights, no nothing just a police badge and they pulled us over,” Lochte said. “They pulled out their guns, they told the other swimmers to get down on the ground — they got down on the ground. I refused, I was like we didn’t do anything wrong, so — I’m not getting down on the ground.

“And then the guy pulled out his gun, he cocked it, put it to my forehead and he said, ‘Get down,’ and I put my hands up, I was like ‘whatever.’ He took our money, he took my wallet — he left my cell phone, he left my credentials.”

Scary stuff—except it might not be true. Brazilian authorities have since raised legitimate questions about whether the robbery actually happened, using surveillance footage of the apparently non-plussed swimmers returning to the Olympic Village at a time later than they initially claimed and a lack of evidence—the taxi driver, for instance, has not been found—to substantiate their suspicions.

On Wednesday, a Brazilian judge ordered that police seize the passports of Lochte and Feigen so they would remain in country for questioning. Lochte, in a rare moment of wisdom, had already returned to the U.S., but Conger, Bentz, and Feigen remain in Brazil. Last night, Conger and Bentz were removed from a U.S.-bound plane in Rio, and taken to a police station.

Conger and Bentz spent four hours in a police station at the airport, but weren’t interviewed according to USA Today. Feigen’s exact whereabouts remain unknown, but he told USA Today he’ll cooperate with Brazilian authorities.

“I’m just trying to give Brazil what they need or what they want and get out of here,” he said. “It’s a hassle. But I’m safe, everything’s fine.”

In the meantime, Lochte’s story has changed (for the second time). In an interview Wednesday night with Matt Lauer, the gold medalist “softened” or “stepped back” key parts of the robbery. From NBC News:

Lochte initially said the robbers, posing as police, pulled the taxi over, but he told Lauer that the taxi had stopped at a gas station so the swimmers could use the bathroom. When they returned to the taxi and asked the driver to leave, Lochte said, the driver didn’t respond, and the swimmers were subsequently accosted.

Lochte also told Lauer that the gun was “pointed in my direction,” which differs from his original characterization of the gun being put to his head.

And now the ABC News report about one of the swimmers fighting with a security guard at the gas station has been followed by a Reuters report that the swimmers paid for damages at the station in cash.

What’s next? Who knows. But we do know that Ryan Lochte is taking the situation very seriously.

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As is the IOC.

We will update this post if there are any other strange or important developments — and we’re guessing there will be!

UPDATE: Lochte et al. reportedly peed all over the gas station after being told to use the bathroom, according to a report from O Globo. From Deadspin:

The report, written in Portuguese, says that the group of swimmers were asked to use the bathroom at the gas station, but instead allegedly pissed on the wall. There’s a mention of an image of one of their butts, though it isn’t clear if that’s a mental image from one of the attendants, or a literal image…One of them allegedly tore down an “advertising board,” too.

NBC also has a more comprehensive list of the alleged actions by the swimmers:

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UPDATE 2: Lochte reportedly made up the entire story. From ESPN:

A Brazilian police official has told The Associated Press that American swimmer Ryan Lochte fabricated a story about being robbed at gunpoint in Rio de Janeiro.

The official said Lochte’s teammates Jack Conger and Gunnar Bentz, who were pulled off a plane going back to the United States late Wednesday, told police that the robbery story had been fabricated.

ABC News has video of the swimmers at the gas station. There’s no evidence of a robbery, and one swimmer appears at the end to be making a payment to someone off camera.

UPDATE 3: ABC News reports that Lochte and Feigen have been indicted on charges of false reporting of a crime. If convicted, both reportedly face up to six months in jail, or a fine.

UPDATE 4: Bentz and Conger left Rio Thursday night and arrived arrived in Miami early Friday morning. Their lawyer,Sergio Riera, told ESPN that they “were heard only as witnesses. This has to be made very, very clear.”

“They did not make any untruthful testimony,” Riera said. “They did not lie in their statements.”

Meanwhile, James Feigen has agreed to donate 35,000 Brazilian reals ($10,800) to an “institution,” according to his lawyer. In exchange, his passport will be returned, and he’ll be allowed to leave the country.

Neither Lochte nor his attorney have commented on the Brazilian police’s allegations, but the swimmer did hire a top crisis publicist Thursday, according to The Hollywood Reporter.

U.S. Swimming has also issued an apology. From the New York Times:

“The behavior of these athletes is not acceptable, nor does it represent the values of Team USA or the conduct of the vast majority of its members,” said the statement, which was attributed to the organization’s chief executive, Scott Blackmun.

“On behalf of the United States Olympic Committee, we apologize to our hosts in Rio and the people of Brazil for this distracting ordeal in the midst of what should rightly be a celebration of excellence.”

UPDATE 5: And now Lochte has apologized:

Jeah!

Lady Gaga! Now That We Have Your Attention, Here’s Info On Her First Pop Single In 3 Years

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Lady Gaga has returned. While she’s remained in the spotlight thanks to her collaboration album with Tony Bennet and her memorable David Bowie tribute at this year’s Grammy’s, it’s been three years since Gaga’s last pop single.

But Gaga recently took to Instagram to colorfully announce new single “Perfect Illusion” with a confirmed September release date. Her website has also been colorfully updated with the announcement. (Warning: It’s “All of the Lights” music video-level blinding.)

Speculation of Gaga’s new album have percolated in the blogs for a minute now. According to EW, the cast of producers working on the LP include Mark Ronson, Giorgio Moroder, RedOne, Diane Warren, Nile Rodgers, Bloodpop, and Tame Impala.

Ronson posted a picture earlier this year in the studio of Gaga, and also included Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker and Bloodpop (the man behind Justin Bieber’s “Sorry”).

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That’s not all for Gaga. She’s also assisting her father in releasing a cookbook and set to star in Bradley Cooper’s directorial debut, a remake of A Star is Born. Cooper will reportedly co-star. Production will begin early next year.

Posted By: Brendan Bures

Chris Pratt Is A Horse-Whisperer

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For its September issue, InStyle dubbed Chris Pratt a “Man of Style.” Judging by the photoshoot, it isn’t undeserved, either. While he says that in high school his primary shopping outlet was the thrift store, opting for “silk Hawaiian T-shirts and bell-bottom jeans,” but times have, of course, changed.

Pratt’s evolution from funny schtick guy on Parks & Recreation to somehow embodying a new kind of masculine movie star is pretty surprising. It seemed to have happened almost overnight, too. Although does anything really happen over night? Ok, sure, the moon comes out, but that’s not the point! Point is, who would’ve thought the guy helming sexy dude title for InStyle was once this dude?

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Well, turns out he’s still that dude. That’s why we love him. To provide behind-the-scenes commentary on the photoshoot, Pratt posted the pictures on Instagram and offered (often hilarious) insights into how it really went down. And he kept it all the way [red 100 emoji]. Check out the actor’s captions below, which includes thoughts on Pratt’s horse-whispering abilities.

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Is Instagram Actually Winning Vs. Snapchat?

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Whenever a social media product undergoes a radical aesthetic redesign or adds to its services provided in any way (minor or major), users generally react in a firm, unified way: “This is stupid.” Memes and GIFs are usually involved.

But this is almost always knee-jerk and temporary. Users might threaten leaving a specific social media—“X company added dumb Y thing I don’t like because I’m human and change scares me”—but with ferris-wheel-level logic: They post their threats on the very same forum they threaten leaving! It’s like protesting animal rights at McDonald’s while downing a Whopper with cheese in the ball pit.

A similar reaction happened when Instagram debuted its new service Instagram Stories recently. As if it were an original thought, myriad of users had posts on the service involving some variation of: “Wait…isn’t this Snapchat?” Then those same highly original people told everyone to follow them one the Snap and posted their username.

It all followed the same similar pattern. It was treated like another joke. That is, until everyone started using it for real.

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How much is Instagram Stories like Snapchat stories? It’s exactly the same thing. Pictures and videos you can doodle over that self-destruct in 24 hours. Add some geotags and DJ Khaled and no one would be able distinguish the difference. The thievery doesn’t stop there. Instagram also *stole* Snapchat’s latest story update, which causes stories from your feed to rollover into one another, though in a much more literal way. Let’s also shout out these Instagram burglars for adding the mind-blowingly simple option to tap backwards on stories and re-watch posts. It’s one of those features you always wished you had on Snapchat and wonder why it wasn’t there from the jump (says the writer who barely grasps the complicated machinations behind coding and programming).

None of this really matters. The Internet long ago affirmed how little it cares about piracy as long as it’s something they either want or doesn’t threaten them. Ask the record industry. And the gradual flight to Instagram Stories shows it’s something lots of people want, or at least are interested in.

Or is it? Hmm. Maybe “people” is the incorrect term. A PR person would instruct me to use the label “influencer,” but every time I hear that description used earnestly, especially when the speaker’s referring to themselves, I come closer and closer to understanding the Japanese tradition of seppuku. Instead we’ll settle on “celebrities.” And whether it’s genuine or not, celebrities love Instagram stories.

Here’s what happened: At some point, Snapchat (kind of) sold out to celebrities. Not homegrown celebrities, mind you, but real celebrities. Rihanna, Kylie Jenner, and yes, DJ Khaled, among others, were some of the first to embrace and, more importantly, promote the app. To be clear: This is not a criticism and perhaps happened unconsciously. Like every American media company, Snapchat wanted to grow, and like every American media company knows, celebrity endorsements are a surefire way to draw attention to a product. But it did happen. Celebrity stories populated feeds and were more interesting than anything your friends were posting (no offense, friends!) Snapchat also unveiled Discover in January 2015, partnering with media brands to provide content to its large user base. Echoing Facebook’s shift years ago, it moved from a primarily peer-to-peer network to a feed-based social media platform relying upon celebrities and media partnerships to evolve.

These events forced anyone over the age of 25 to reconsider Snapchat much more seriously. It wasn’t that long ago that many thought of Snapchat as a way for teenagers to safely send nudes to each other (something that very much still happens). And, yes, grain of salt time: you can screenshot those nudes, but the other person would know and then you’re kind of a creep or worse, even if it is your girlfriend, who probably told you not to screenshot those lewd pictures she sent you. Important side note to this rambling tangent: This “safely” thing also encouraged dudes to send too many dick pics to too many girls who didn’t ask or want to say that particular penis at that particular time.

So maybe it wasn’t all a good thing. Snapchat’s juvenile stigma wasn’t coming out of nowhere is my point.

Anyways. When Snapchat originally added its story feature a few years ago, it simplified the experience. Instead of mass-sending that same picture of you and your friends at a party to everyone on your contact list, you can induce your desired FOMO effect by adding it to your story. Furthermore, you can create actual stories. You can provide a similar experience of that adventure you were on for those not there. (Which, again, you probably aren’t doing for the most heroic of reasons, but it’s chill.)

But any stunting you think you’re doing, celebrities are looking at you like, “lol really fam?” Celebrities shine. Whether we like to admit it, Kylie Jenner singing songs in her car is generally more captivating than almost anything your random friend from college might come up with. The difference should be expected: She knows how to play to the camera. Most of us, meanwhile, don’t.

(Caveat: this isn’t completely true for the younger kids who grew up with social media always being a thing and group-text in class instead of passing notes. A camera in their face isn’t abnormal.)

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But finding persons of interest on Snapchat can be clunky. Snapcodes help a little, as well as “Official Stories” when adding friends, Snapchat’s version of verified accounts. The feature adds an emoji next to their username, like DJ Khaled and his key. Otherwise the process to pinpoint some celebs by username would be near impossible. For example: Gucci Mane goes by guwopsnap, which isn’t that hard, but Justin Bieber is “rickthesizzler” on the Snap. (Don’t ask because I don’t know.)

Meanwhile, Instagram’s database is streamlined. Google Taylor Swift and her Instagram profile pops within the first few results (assuming she hasn’t recently been tagged in any controversy, which…). Following Swift’s confirmed Instagram includes her IG Stories. You don’t have to hunt to figure out if it’s her, and this feature minimizes the amount of her accounts you’re following. Most users don’t have time to post the same picture on both platforms, and will likely choose one over the other. This is almost certainly true of celebs, unless they’re promoting a product or have some incentive otherwise.

But if celebrities choose IG, and early indications suggest many of them like it, lots of fans will follow, if only for the Stories aspect. Furthermore, users prefer their social media integrated and consolidated. Think how Facebook subsumed Periscope by adding Facebook Live. Media companies and celebrities using it was expected, but normal people, those whose only social media service is Facebook, were using it, too. Like old people, (read: parents). A similar pattern could repeat with Instagram and its Stories, but on a smaller scale.

On the other hand, Google the phrase “Chance the Rapper snapchat” and three to four different usernames will populate. True story: I followed a fake Chance snap for around four months before my friend corrected me. Someone ripped videos and pictures from Chance’s actual account then uploaded them to appear genuine. Intermittently, product endorsements would also appear, with a line from fake Chance that read “Go support the fam,” compelling me to do so. I didn’t, then felt guilty, disappointing someone who, turns out, wasn’t real.

I don’t know. Maybe this is about my increasing inability to discern what’s real and what’s not online. All of it’s fake pageantry, sure, but if everyone accepts that fake pageantry, that makes it kind of real. Some mornings I wake up believing that’s the case, some mornings not so much. My perception changes as frequently as the weather.

One product exacerbates this problem, while the other doesn’t. Snapchat’s intractable position to keep everything inside its app, refusing to create a desktop-and-browser portal of some kind, relying on users to screenshot posts to share amongs friends, denies them from a large part of how the internet works, because we live in a (don’t say share economy, don’t say share economy) share economy.

To be sure, this is a war of some kind. Instagram—i.e. Facebook, which owns Insta—wants what Snapchat has. Reports came out in March of this year that Facebook bought the app Masquerade, which “puts fun filters, masks and special effects on selfies and videos,” as Bloomberg describes it. Sound familiar? To what use Facebook might implement such a service seemed questionable around that time; now it’s obvious.

Snapchat courtesy of Brendan Bures
Snapchat courtesy of author

Does this spell the END OF DAYS for Snapchat? Not really. Snapchat passed Twitter in daily usage this summer. They reported 150 million users log on to the app every day, and that was an increase from 110 million users in December, 2015. (Bloomberg estimated Twitter at 140 million daily users comparatively.)

Snapchat has evolved multiple times around and will continue to do so. Their CEO didn’t just deny Facebook’s $3 billion cash acquisition offer to give up at the first sign of trouble. Its roots as a peer-to-peer network persist—with text, picture, and video messaging option—and Instagram doesn’t have anything close to competing. No one wants to slide into those DMs.

But Snapchat’s door on the self-destructing media market—or whatever you choose to call it—had been slammed shut and locked and welded shut for years. Instagram has just opened that door. That alone should be enough to terrify anyone in Silicon Valley. Even a ghost.

Summer Eye-Candy: Hit The Road In One Of These Badass Retro Campers

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Many years ago, people willingly put themselves into small metal rooms on wheels and then drove those rooms into the wild for fun. Known then as “tin can tourists,” travel trailer enthusiasts started popping up in the U.S. in the 1920s, as nature tourism and car ownership started booming. By the ’50s and ’60s, families were packing into their personal tin cans and taking off for the wilderness.

If that sounds like the life ideal, you can pick up one of your own for a couple thousand bucks. Otherwise, live vicariously through these Wes Anderson-esque retro snapshots.

In the above photo: It’s unclear whether this camper ever actually hit the road, based on how perfectly all of that stuff on the walls and table is situated. They either nailed it down like the walls of a Guy Fieri restaurant, or never moved the thing from the driveway. Either way, you just know some footsie was played between takes of this photo shoot.

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Photo courtesy of U.S. National Archives

Golly. Take a gander at this camp setup in Arches National Park, Utah. This day in May 1972 looks frickin’ perfect for taking the Winnebago out. This was back when men tucked in their shirts and wore their best loafers to grill. If that plastic tablecloth doesn’t give you some feels, you’re too young to be reading this website, get out of here.

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Photo courtesy of State Library and Archives of Florida

This photo captures a 1920s family living in the Koreshan Unity, a communal utopia formed by Cyrus Teed in the 1870s. Teed chose Estero, Florida for their “New Jerusalem,” but membership never topped 300 and declined after his death in 1908. Koreshanity combined odd beliefs in Cellular Cosmogony (his form of Hollow Earth theory), immortality, reincarnation, celibacy and alchemy. Anyway, cool camper, guys.

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Photo by Flickr user simpleinsomnia

We don’t have much to go on here. There’s this young rebel sunning herself in the blurry foreground, and a canned ham camper in the background, pulled by a sweet Buick or some other boat of a car. Look at the white walls on those tires, goodness. If we had to guess, and we do, this is right around 1955-1960. Or it’s 2016, and someone has great taste in cars, campers, lawn chairs and film camera equipment.

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Photo courtesy of State Library and Archives of Florida

Florida knows what’s up when it comes to retro campers. This one’s from Sarasota Trailer Park, once one of the largest trailer parks in the world. Now that title belongs to Suncoast Estates further down the Florida coast, but damn if these ladies aren’t bringing it in December 1948.

Losing Olympian Pounds Down 8,000 Calories

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It wasn’t a great week for Australian badminton player Sawan Serasinghe. After he and his teammate lost to a Chinese Taipei team in the final showdown in Rio, he said goodbye to the 2016 Olympics (and his heretofore impressive abs) in a very American way: by choking out his emotions with junk food. The losing Olympian pounds down 8,000 calories…basically, 4 days of food for regular people.  His place of choice?  McDonalds.

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Serasinghe’s caloric revenge consisted of six burgers, six large fries, 40 chicken nuggets and six brownies. The Telegraph pegs the dainty meal at more than 8,000 calories.

Fortunately for Serasinghe, he didn’t have to exert too much of his digestive energy finding this mess; McDonald’s is an Olympic sponsor with an outlet in the Olympic Village, where athletes eat for free.

“Now it’s time to eat some junk food after months of eating clean!” his, as of this writing, most recent Instagram post reads.

That update was two days ago. Should someone send help to the losing Olympian pounds down 8,000 calories.

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Sawan Serasinghe is a former badminton player from Australia. He won seven Oceania Championships titles, five in the men’s doubles and two in the mixed doubles. Serasinghe competed in the men’s doubles event at the 2016 Summer Olympics alongside Matthew Chau.

Serasinghe started playing badminton since the age of five, he was born in Galle, Sri Lanka, and moved to Australia when he was 11-years-old. He trains at the National Training Centre in Melbourne, and took out back-to-back Oceania Championships titles with Chau in 2015 and 2016. The 22-year-old also won the 2014 Sydney International Challenge mixed doubles with Setyana Mapasa, against some of the best players in the world. The Melburnian’s first international experience was at the 2013 Australian Youth Olympic Festival where he competed in the men’s doubles with Chau and also took the court in the men’s singles competition.

Off the court, Serasinghe holds a Bachelor of Business Information Systems degree from Monash University.  

 

 

Justin Bieber Deletes His Instagram, Somehow The World Goes On

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Pick your song from Justin Bieber’s latest album and it could sum up the world’s current mood: Mark My Words. Sorry. I’ll Show You. What Do You Mean?

How’s that? Simple: The Biebs has left Instagram.

The move comes on the heels of photos Bieber posted of himself and new friend (is that what the kids are calling it these days?) Sofia Richie, a.k.a. Lionel Richie’s daughter. Whether the two are canoodling or not remains unconfirmed, but they aren’t hiding the friendship.

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Following a deluge of comments and attacks from fans, Bieber threatened deleting his account if the negativity didn’t stop.

“I’m gonna make my Instagram private if you guys can’t stop the hate,” Bieber wrote, according to Page Six. “This is getting out of hand, if you guys are really fans you wouldn’t be so mean to people that I like.”

Here’s where the story becomes a little convoluted. Selena Gomez, Bieber’s ex-girlfriend, allegedly added her comments to the story. From there, mud was slung, as Bieber and Gomez began sniping each other back and forth, accusing the other of cheating. Again, this all allegedly happened, because Bieber did delete his account and the comments are unverified.

Page Six has the dirty details, if you’re interested. Whatever happens, it appears Gomez did cop to some wrongdoing. A fan account screenshotted a post from Selena’s Snapchat account that reads, “What I said was selfish and pointless.”

There is surely more to come in this slow-breaking story. For now, we will just say: R.I.P. @justinbieber IG 2011-16

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