Best song? Couldn't say, that would be cheating. Although I will admit, Pink Glove has a certain bite and drive that is irresistible, and who could resist that incendiary, bitchy, gleefully observant chorus?*
Chantal Akerman's film Toute une nuit surprised me. I had seen it last in a scruffy cinema in Amsterdam. It did not stick. The images faded fast; little remained almost three decades later. It was like a patched fresco beyond repair.
Whoever said that fashion is not an art form clearly hasn't seen the work of Indian designer Suneet Varma. For over 25 years Suneet has been the driving force behind Indian fashions rise on the world stage.
Landfill indie was the music of the boom years, our very own Roaring Twenties. The worst of songs were hysterically praised by the NME, whose circulation was closer to 100,000 than it probably ever will be again.