Not often I'm speechless, but, not knowing--are these guys genuine fashionisteetes[my word] or just a joke ? Who wrote that crap-they should be spruiking used cars or closing down Persian carpet sales-and the way they are hugging that gorgeous male model with the bad skin [yes I did use the pause button]--Glasses now maketh the man--how do I put my contacts into a frame?
This isn't real, is it? I assumed they were just a joke gone too far, and not funny.
I watched one "review" and assumed it was an unfunny joke.
"Carson has combined his passion for helping children with his love for one of Cincinnati's favorite past times - cornhole - to create a unique and exciting event perfect for a corporate outing, entertaining clients or family fun."
Here's an article I found about them I couldn't read very much of. I guess they've been a thing for a while. One seems to be aging more rapidly than the other. I couldn't think up a clever title for the link because I'm breaking out in hives.
I could only make it halfway through the article, but you know, what? Great. They're out there doing it making a name, a single solitary name, for themselves without a Warhol or other svenjolly telling anybody they're superstars. So, good for them. What I dislike immensely is the fact that they call their iPhone street chatter clipettes about shows they got into "theater reviews." A switch in my brain went off the time they mispronounced a major theater person's name and acted like it was somebody nobody who's anybody knows. Basically they've achieved some version of what Corine has been trying to do. It makes me feel bad for Corine. I also think they're going to rue the day they were so uptight and twee about not revealing anything about their identities. It's just stupid nowadays. And it's easy enough to tell them apart. There's Rounder Andrew and Somewhat Leaner Andrew.
I admit I only knew them from here, until they popped up on a cameo of Girls and I realized--to someone, somewhere, maybe, kinda--they actually were sorta a thing. (At least to good old Lena.) That article was kinda fascinating, kinda boring and kinda horrific though, so thanks for that.
"They require journalists to sign an agreement promising not to reveal their last names, initials, ages or places of birth. "
Meh. And now they work for Target (I'm sure they design their products at least on the same level as Madonna did for H&M.)
I can't believe somebody would actuallY SIGN an agreement. Whatever happened to journalism?
I chose not to go to an Under the Radar after party I found out they'd be DJing at. I can't remember if I found that out before or after I decided not to attend. This was before I learned to loathe their reviews here. So let's just say, their DJing wasn't enough of a selling point to get me to stay.
Remember when they got that glasses line at Target? before that I thought they were just two guys with some kind of fetish I couldn't understand and an unsophisticated taste in theater.
These excerpts from the Times article mystify, fascinate and horrify me:
The turning point came when they moved in together in an apartment in Chelsea. They kept only the clothing that matched, and threw away whatever didn’t. Everything else went, too — last names, hometowns, separate identities, separate lives. The only birthday they now celebrate is Sept. 9, the date they made their first official appearance as AndrewAndrew.
For the sustained observer, the depth of their sameness and the discipline it requires are what truly impress. They read the same books (recently, Don DeLillo’s “White Noise”). When one of them loses a button on a blazer, the other will lose the same one. “For seven years, we ate the same exact thing,” Andrew said, “because a biologist told us that every seven years every cell in your body rejuvenates. So by eating the same thing for seven years, our bodies were comprised of the same elements.” One time at an art gallery, Andrew spilled red wine on his jacket. Instinctively, the other Andrew grabbed a glass and spilled it on himself, too.
Are they a couple? Can you imagine trying to date one of them- it would be like dating one of the Hilton sisters. Have they given up any sense of the self? Are their opinions allowed to differ? What happens if they ever split up? Could they regain any individuality they once had or would they be like twins separated from birth living identical lives like in some X-Files episode?
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!