it's blitzed

I have a modest collection of ancient magazines that I leave sitting on the little coffee table in my childhood room--some choice issues of JANE, a copy of ID (the streakers issue!), and a Nylon or two, all of which played various roles in my development from sad nerd to the suave taste-maker I am today.



This time, my attention was caught by a piece on Karen O and Christian Joy in a rusty old (read: still totally amazing) issue of Nylon. This is how I first can recall finding out about her and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I remember thinking what a crazy badass she seemed like. Also I just reeeaaally wanted to party with her.



Eventually, I got to see them open for The White Stripes somewhere in the mid-aughts. I mostly just remember a bunch of drunk dudes yelling about how they wanted to bone her, which was uncalled for, but also understandable because I kind of wanted to bone her too.

(all photos by David Yellen for Nylon June/July 2002)