Coach Teams Up With Disney on a New Fairy Tale-Inspired Collection


Everyone loves a fairy tale – especially the happy ending. And today, we got our very own. This morning, Coach dropped their Disney x Coach: A Dark Fairy Tale collaboration, which puts a uniquely dark spin on Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. The collection, which fuses Disney’s animation with Coach’s signature cool, is chock-full of hoodies, jackets, purses and dresses all fit for a princess – or an Evil Queen.



Launching tomorrow, exclusively at Coach’s SoHo flagship, and globally next week, the Dark Fairy Tale capsule is just the latest in Disney and Coach’s ongoing partnership. Coach Creative Director Stuart Vevers first teamed up with the iconic company on a Mickey Mouse collection in 2016. Since then, the brand has also released special edition partnerships with Selena Gomez and artist Keith Haring.




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Queen Elizabeth Sits Front Row At London Fashion Week Next to Anna Wintour

Photo: @eurotextil_nyc on Instagram


Richard Quinn’s Fall 18 show at London Fashion Week had quite the A-list front row this season: Queen Elizabeth II was seated next to Anna Wintour.

The royal RSVP happened because Quinn is the first recipient of the Queen Elizabeth II Award for British Design, which “will be awarded annually to an emerging British fashion designer who shows talent and originality, whilst demonstrating value to the community and/or sustainable policies.”



Quinn’s show was a breathtaking, masterful explosion of florals, face masks, and exhilarating silhouettes. He’s a 28-year-old B.A and M.A graduate of Central Saint Martin and has worked for Christian Dior and Richard James, before launching his own label two years ago.

Last year, Quinn won the H&M 2017 Design Award, which came with a nice prize of €50,000 and the chance to sell select pieces in H&M retail stores.

So you have an idea of what we’re working with…


Getting Mad & Going Hard With Jay Baruchel

Jay Baruchel, Canada’s most famous skinny white guy, grew up in an ice hockey family. “I’m a dyed-in-the-wool Montrealer, so the Montreal Canadiens are as close to a religion as I get,” he explains. After making a career playing adenoidal sidekicks in movies like Million Dollar Baby, Knocked Up, and Tropic Thunder, this month marks Baruchel’s debut as a screenwriter with Goon, a brutal comedy about an ice hockey enforcer, played by Seann William Scott. “The film is my love letter to a deeply misunderstood profession” says Baruchel. It also serves as a love letter to ice hockey fighting, the deeply misunderstood nexus of hot blood, cold ice, and steely nerves. Like any good love letter, this one comes accompanied by song. “A lot of the music I picked or wrote into the script,” says Baruchel. We asked him for the playlist that turns Baruchel into a brute, a killer, and an enforcer.

“CAN’T GET THE BEST OF ME” by Cypress Hill
In 2000, Cypress Hill released a two-disc concept album, Skull & Bones. Skull was hip hop; Bones was metal. “Can’t Get the Best of Me” is on Bones. It is just sort of an anthem to not being fucked with. It’s muscular, with a badass beat and a bass line that’s mean as balls. It stirs the blood in a huge way.
Operative Lyric: “My rhyme style make ‘em turn dropper / My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper”

Necro is an amazing New York rapper. He’s been one of my favorite artists for over a decade, and I just wrote my favorite music into the script. Judging by the name, you can fill in the blanks. If “Can’t Get The Best of Me” is an anthem for not being fucked with, this is a love letter to fucking with people.
Operative Lyric: “If you’re inhibited I’ll piss in your syphilis. Incubus.”

“MARCH OF CAMBREADTH” by Heather Alexander
Let’s switch gears to traditional Celtic music. There is ten days worth of Celtic music on my computer. It’s impossible to hear this music and not want to fight a war. This one is by a transsexual named Heather Alexander. Now she performs as Alexander James Adams. It’s incredibly simple and has just amazing words. When I march out to my doom and death, this is what I want playing.
Operative Lyric: “Axes flash, broadsword swing / Shining armour’s piercing ring / Horses run with polished shield / Fight those bastards till they yield”

“IMMIGRANT SONG” by Led Zeppelin
This is one of the most badass rock ‘n’ roll songs ever recorded in the history of recording anything. Led Zep found a way of condensing all of the hammer of the gods into a two-and-a half-minute rock song. I’d put it toe- to-toe with anything anybody’s ever done. Honestly, this song has more heart and balls and filth to it than anything anybody’s recording now. I love it.
Operative Lyric: “We come from the land of the ice and snow / From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow”

“WE WILL ROCK YOU” by Queen (Live In Montreal)
This song has two distinct versions: the chant, which you hear at stadia, and the fast one, which is more rare. But the fast version— and the best version is from their Live in Montreal album—is a precursor to speed metal. It’s just theatrical, muscular, and operatic as any of their other shit, but with this crazy purity of intention.
Operative Lyric: “You got blood on your face / You big disgrace / Waving your banner all over the place”

No getting-pumped music would be complete without at least one song by DMX. All I’ll say about this one is that it starts with the immortal words, “I’ve got blood on my hands and there’s no remorse. I’ve got blood on my dick ‘cause I fucked a corpse.” The first time I heard that I thought, “Holy fuck. That is a real point of view.”
Operative Lyric: See above.

“DESTROY 2000 YEARS OF CULTURE” by Atari Teenage Riot
When I was 15 and heavily into video games, I could not have possibly found a more fun hook to mouth the words to on the bus than this song by ATR. It is just so much meaner than anything on the radio or on television right now.
Operative Lyric: “Your freedom to speak is a freedom to lie / Whatever it takes to change…I’m up for it!”

This song combines synth with the sound of a porn star moaning. One thinks of these as part and parcel of industrial music, but Zombie started all that. Also, the name: “More Human Than Human.” What the fuck does that even mean? It makes me feel faceless hatred with no name. I love it.
Operative Lyric: “One more life, fucker / I ain’t done, yeah”

There’s a theory that KMFDM stands for Kill Mother Fuckin’ Depeche Mode. The group was industrial when industrial was the new hipster music. I first heard this song as musical accompaniment to a trailer for Ghost in the Shell. You take KMFDM and put it to anime, and it’s just dork semen.
Operative Lyric: “Keep it away from the fire unless you want it to burn/It burns, wildfire / Give to me.”

“ENGEL” by Rammstein
Whistling is hard to do in a badass song, but this chorus by German industrial band Rammstein manages to use a whistle without sounding pussy. It embodies everything Rammstein is: grandiose, epic, ridiculous, and just badass as fuck.
Operative Lyric: “Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn / Kann man uns am Himmel sehn”

“SET FIRE TO THE FACE ON FIRE” by The Blood Brothers
The Blood Brothers sound like children’s television characters on speed. This song starts with a battle cry of “Fire, fire, fire” in a very high falsetto. They have no business being as heavy as this for being hipster indie rock kids, but they are.
Operative Lyric: “I’m drinking cement like it’s going out of style, style, style/Those cold hooks, cemetery claws / Raking out the infant’s jaws”

I’m going to end on a really lame sort of mid-nineties white boy note with this one. But I guarantee you there are a bunch old dudes right now who play guitar for a living and the first song they learned was this one. I’m not entirely sure what he’s singing about, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t imagine myriad sure what he’s singing about, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t imagine myriad scenarios where I was marching into the Octagon to the sound of this song. scenarios where I was marching into the Octagon to the sound of this song.
Operative Lyric: “Deaf dumb and thirty / Starting to deserve this / Leaning on my conscience wall”

Photo by Brian Bowen Smith
Illustrated by Benjamin Stumpf

Drunk, Arrested Guy Sings All of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ From the Back of a Cop Car

Yep, that’s about it: An arrested Canadian man protested his incarceration by singing the entirety of Queen’s "Bohemian Rhapsody" from the back of the police car he was sitting in, providing the appropriate a cappella instrumentation. He doesn’t miss a lyric, either, which more than makes up for his off-key rendition. Thanks to Spinner for this one.

Drinking and jail time are just the worst, but I guess this is a way to look on the bright side.

Adam Lambert Joining Queen? Not So Fast

I haven’t paid much attention to Adam Lambert since, well ever. But when news broke that he of eyeliner and dramatic haridos was going to be the new frontman for Queen for an upcoming tour you sort of have to take notice.  Reported by everyone from Rolling Stone to MTV to local papers and just about every website around, it’s just not true.

Lambert was quoted saying, “The intention is to pay tribute to Freddie and the band by singing some f***ing great songs. It’s to keep the music alive for the fans and give it an energy that Freddie would have been proud of.”

Lambert has now taken to Twitter to deny. “Oooh them clever reporters takin my quotes outta context…. I haven’t confirmed any guest appearances.”

The rumor wasn’t that unbelievable. Lambert has always named Freddie Mercury as an inspiration and performed with Queen on American Idol in 2009. He performed with them at the EMA’s, MTV’s European Music Awards,  just last year.  

Michael Jackson & the Death of the Icon

imageSo yesterday, after news broke of the King of Pop’s passing, I turned to my 8-year-old cousin and asked if she knew who Michael Jackson was. She looked at me wide-eyed, confused for a brief moment, then flatly said, “No.” I probably would have been more disturbed if she had answered, “Miley Cyrus,” when I later asked her who her favorite singer was. But regardless, I was still a little unnerved. Jackson’s death signals the end of an era of icons as we know it. Or rather, the beginning of such an end. My little cousin’s growing up in a very just-add-water age of pop commodities, where she’ll never be able to cover her walls with the posters of girl groups and boy bands without being pressured to do so by American Idol, Nickelodeon, or the Disney Channel. Gone is Michael Jackson’s moonwalk, Freddie Mercury’s bad-ass aplomb, and even En Vogue’s inimitable moxie. And I’m concerned. Not only for her, but for generations that’ll come after — and not know a world populated with bonafide idols and icons. It’s safe to say that yes, with the King’s death, America is now not only in mourning, but also in crisis.

Maybe one of the first things to mark the impending Rapture is this dissolution of the icon. Which explains why the only contemporary beast we’ve had that resembled anything iconic is Susan Boyle. But even she was short-lived and soon after got washed away by a torrent of parody and gallows humor. And maybe because we’ve become so cynical, it’s unlikely future generations will ever revel in hysteria tantamount to what people felt with Queen, ABBA, The Beatles, or The Supremes. They won’t even get anything comparable to either of the Jacksons, Madonna, Mariah Carey, or Whitney Houston. Shit. They’re even missing out on the two acts that best defined the rock-pop dichotomy of the 1990s: Nirvana and the Spice Girls. Their would-be icons — Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan for example — imploded with the force of their own celebrity.

It probably doesn’t help that these days, when musicians stumble into record label bear traps, they’re ensnared with only short-term profits in mind. So they’re groomed into the most easily digestible image possible. And the moment they fail to turn a profit, they’re chucked aside like used condoms. Not to say that this sort of cynicism wasn’t alive and well back in the Jackson 5’s heyday, but by no means was it so definitive and ruthless. Nor did it exist in such broad strokes and with such heavy force. But back then, and then gradually less so with time, pop stars were able to grow into their image. They were allowed a few missteps, thereby allowing for iconic symbols to emerge from their likeness, like MJ’s glove or even Ginger Spice’s Union Jack-emblazoned bustier.

Because pop stars are pieced together and groomed at breakneck speed and so perfunctorily, they tend to be incomplete and lack charisma. There’s no love anymore in the creation of a pop star. They’re hot for a minute, maybe three if they’re lucky. And then they sink to the bottom of the pile. These pop stars fail to leave behind any palpable legacy and rarely inspire nostalgia. I dare you to differentiate this and this and this. Maybe if luck remains on their side in the long run, these stars will score a Top 20 hit single somewhere in Central Europe three years later. But that’s it and then they’ll go the way of Debbie Gibson.

So who to tar, feather, waterboard, and subject to reruns of Love, Inc. for this demise of the icon? Well, understandably, it comes back to the way Jackson’s death was covered. Sure, blame the bloggers. Some of us were shameless in the horse race to break this news and all ensuing coverage. Others of us were pretty strident when the star was living. And then there were those who were just vile — and those aren’t bloggers, they’re deer ticks we should probably burn off America’s surface sooner than later.

Still, it’s not the online community people should be pointing fingers at. It’s the old-fashioned evening news. So desperate for ratings, eyeballs, and advertisers, there was something toxic spreading across television sets the world over last night. News agencies ogled and gaped at Jackson’s corpse. From the helicopter where a body bag emerged, to the van that was going to cart it away to a morgue. So at least for the bulk of his life, Jackson lived in an era when straight news wasn’t so yellowed around the edges — and was able to go in peace, most of his icon status intact. More unnerving is that now, in the wake of his death, his fans must live through the breakdown of his legacy and character. This doesn’t delicately deconstruct the idea of Michael Jackson the icon, it pulverizes it, until all we have left is Larry King’s crusty monotone needling Jackson’s eff-ups, when he should be celebrating his life, all while the camera is still focused on the van which now speeds down the highway.

Possible Queen Frontman Adam Lambert Won’t Be First to Butcher ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

imageThe perfect consolation prize for an effete American Idol finalist with a propensity for garish eye make-up, but who’s considered too outlandish for the Bible Belt’s dial-tone affection? A gig as Queen’s next Freddie Mercury! Cringe! It’s one thing to condemn him to fringey fate belting out Kylie Minogue standards, but another, obviously stupid thing to corner him into a position which will find him flaying “Bohemian Rhapsody” like he brutalized Johnny Cash. And while the bar’s been set intimidatingly high for all such covers, a motley of barrel-bottom blunders promises that, maybe, just maybe, Lambert can’t break what’s already been broken countless times over.

That is, “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Which has been put through the wringer by at least one other Idol wannabe.

A general survey finds: some unknown hip-hop lady duo rhapsodized the Queen classic by making it about a bus hijacking, while China’s answer to Céline Dion kind of cheated her way out of reaching the high notes. For every honorable homage, there’s another clueless club-caliber delivery that finds a performer obliviously smiling as they sing, “Put a gun against his head / pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.”

But it could be worse. Brian May’s never really been too picky when it came to handing over his pop baubles to unqualified neophytes. This, especially, should strike Lambert as excellent news.