“I’m going to see Virgil,” Naomi Campbell whispered in her famously husky British accent, en route to the Paris headquarters of Louis Vuitton for a conversation with fashion’s man of the moment, designer and disruptor Virgil Abloh.
“I’m not wearing the sneakers, I’m not wearing the clothes, I’m not listening to the music. I’m definitely taking a step back—indefinitely,” said DJ and former Yeezy enthusiast Jerome Baker III to GQ, when asked how Kanye West’s recent antics affected his feelings about the Yeezy merchandise he owns.
If you care, it turns out that Kanye West may have been facing some serious repercussions at home after his infamous slavery comments, believing that his wife, Kim Kardashian West, might have divorced him because of his callous (not to mention misinformed) words.
Fun fact: We still haven’t gotten used to the idea of Teyana Taylor being grown.
Sen. Marco Rubio (R-Fla.) posted a video of himself on his social media accounts talking about Kanye West’s new album. And it was pretty odd.
Sometime in the ungodly hours after midnight—the hours when men get drunk and send “Hey Bighead, you up?” texts—one of the cinderblock pillars in the upper portion of hip-hop’s foundation released an album.
Editor’s note: This post contains images of nude models.
“I’m Hollywood?” Hannibal Buress asked me, completely puzzled as to why I’d be congratulating him on his latest movie role in Tag, where he plays Sable, the only black friend in a group of white dudes who have been playing tag once a year, every year, for the last 30 years. Yeah, let that sink in.
Although I am rarely amazed by racism, privilege or America in general, when it comes to the audacity of whiteness, I am sometimes astounded at white people’s perception of black people. I often marvel at the Caucasian notion of our inherent simplemindedness; the idea that dangling any dancing black puppet in front of…
Allegedly, Drake has a diss record in the can that would ruin Kanye West’s career. At least according to J. Prince. I find that a little bit hard to believe, considering I don’t know what Drake could say about Kanye that would do more damage than he seems to be doing himself. He’s got white women in Wyoming banning…
I was once a resident of Yeezus Island, but this spring has compelled me, finally, to put my house on the market. I doubt there will be any buyers, though. Maybe Jonah Hill might be interested, but my optimism has limitations.
Last night in Wyoming (a four-word sequence I never thought I’d type), in what is probably the most bona fide imagining of “I never thought that hip-hop would take us this far,” Kanye West had a listening session full of celebrities and created the cover art for his remarkably-devoid-of-Trump, eighth solo album, ye.
1. Drake might be THE most bored superrich entertainer of all time. Like, he must literally sit around WAITING for motivation to do something ... anything. Only a bored rich person gets that amped up, that quickly, in that fashion. Drake was probably playing himself in chess when he heard “Infrared” and was like,…
Kanye West continues to piss off just about everybody in his quest for
self-destruction an album promotion, this time when his forever-bronzed, real-life Bratz-doll wife, Kim Kardashian West, inserted herself into his catastrophic drama.
Drizzy Drake brought all the smoke to Pusha T and Kanye West, getting out a clapback to Pusha’s recently released diss track in record time and also issuing a six-figure invoice to the duo for “promotional assistance” and “career reviving.”
In today’s news from the sunken place, Kanye West reportedly paid $85,000 to use a photo of Whitney Houston’s drug-covered bathroom as the album art for Pusha T’s latest release. Wait, let’s call this the “How Low You Can Go News From the Sunken Place.”
That summer of Kanye is supposed to officially start May 25, which is tomorrow, Friday. Pusha T, aka King Push, formerly of the Clipse and currently GOOD Music’s version of Dylan X5, is slated to drop his seven-track album produced entirely by Kanye West, Daytona, Friday (or maybe at midnight Thursday). And I won’t be…