Sleeveless

<b>Essays and stories on fashion art and culture in the New York of the 2010s.</b><p>We were supposed to meet Rose McGowan at Caf&#233; d'Alsace after the party but she cancelled at the last minute. I saw on Twitter that she had been hit with a drug possession charge which she insisted was a scheme to keep her Weinstein dirt quiet. I hadn't even read her Weinstein story&#133;&#160;<br>I still wanted to know that the articles were being published and in large quantities but reading stories of abuse and humiliation was as stupefying as a hangover. I didn't feel empowered; I only felt more hopeless. I wanted to watch the patriarchy go up in flames but I wasn't excited about what was being pitched to replace it. If we got all of it out in the open what would we have left? My fear was that guilt would destroy the classics and there'd be no one left to fuck. All movies would be as low-budget and as puritanical as the stuff they play on Lifetime all of New York would look like a Target ad every book or article would be a cathartic tell-all and I'd be sexually frustrated but too ashamed to hook up with assholes or even to watch porn.<br>&#151;from <i>Sleeveless</i></p><p>Eve Babitz meets Roland Barthes in&#160;<i>Sleeveless</i> Natasha Stagg's follow up to&#160;<i>Surveys</i> her 2016 novel about internet fame. Composed of essays and stories commissioned by fashion art and culture magazines <i>Sleeveless</i> is a scathing and sensitive report from New York in the 2010s. During those years Stagg worked as an editor for&#160;V&#160;magazine and as a consultant creating copy for fashion brands.&#160;Through these jobs she met and interviewed countless industry luminaries celebrities and artists and learned about the quickly evolving strategies of branding.&#160;In&#160;<i>Sleeveless</i> she exposes the mechanics of personal identity and its monetization that propelled the narrator of&#160;Survey<i>s</i>&#160;from a mall job in Tucson to international travel and internet fame.</p>