Jet lag, a litany of Americanos, oversleep, hotel salads, and confrontations with god and the apocalypse have me feeling disordered as I write this week from Edinburgh. Yasi invited me on a trip to see Mogwai, Slowdive, and The Cure. My late-summer resentment over not having traveled anywhere in months as I awaited a contract job that wound up dissolvin…
I’m Living In The Night
The Cure, electroclash, psychedelic abuse, fashion notes
