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Rick Ross
Meet the new Boss
Superbaked, supersized, superstar: How a husky high-school football player became Hip-Hop's most loveable don.
By Josh Eells
Photograph by Terry Richardson
Even when he’s not trying to make an entrance, he makes an entrance. It’s a quiet night somewhere deep in the neighbourhoods of North Miami, at a house that’s actually a recording studio. To get inside, you get buzzed through a gate and past a little reception area and into a yard filled with fountains and Roman statuary. The rapper Fabolous, incognito in a bushy beard and tracksuit, is kicking it in the dark by the poo.
Girls
This Year's Girls
At just 26, Lena Dunham has created this season's most buzzed-about TV show. But will she ever leave home?
By Vanessa Grigoriadis
Photograph by Theo Wenner
Last night at 2am Lena Dunham, the writer, director and star of the TV show Girls, was in bed at her parents’ apartmen tin downtown Manhattan when the family’s 11-year-old foxterrier woke her up to take a pee. She dutifully trudged downstairs, but then realised she hadn’t taken keys, and her parents were out of town, and her neighbour didn’t have a duplicate set since, when this happened before, Dunham didn’t give the keys back.
Best Coast
Sunshine & Dread
Best Coast's Bethany Cosentino writes sweet songs about crushes and California. But now she’s opening up about the anxiety disorder that dominates her life.
By Jonah Wenner
One night this winter,Bethany Cosentino found herself on the northeast side of Atlanta, in the basement of a deserted motor lodge, partying at the city’s oldest strip club: snapping iPhone photos of bare-assed women, buying a lap dance from “like, this 60-year-old stripper” for one of the guys in her crew, and receiving one from“a different stripper, who wasn’t as old”. The place was the Clermont Lounge –“basically the most fun place on earth,” she says.
Rolling Stone Issue 10
Miles Davis
September 29, 1983
“If I was black and I turned white, I’d commit suicide…’cause whites have knowledge but no rhythm,” said Miles. To commemorate the 21st anniversary of his death on September 28th, 1991, this month’s classic feature riffs on the life of jazz’s most uncompromising visionary.
By David Breskin
“I drive my yellow one in New York. Police don't bother me 'cause it looks like a cab. Wsssshhhtt! They figure, ‘Oh shit, that’s just a taxi. ’I did that shit once in front of a brother, I did one of those funny things that only a Ferrari can do. He stopped me and said, ‘Goddamn Miles, why you do that shit?’ I said, ‘What would you do if you had this motherfucker?’ And he said,‘OK, go ahead. ’The shit was outrageous, though. Only a Ferrari would do that shit. I love a Ferrari, man.