He godfathered the Sex Pistols, partnered with Vivienne Westwood, and got snubbed by Anna Wintour at the Costume Institute Ball on a night he should’ve been knighted. Let's just say, he's earned his right to gripe about a few things in life.
BlackBook
March 24, 2008
1. I hate airports: They smell like old socks, rotting bodies, and filthy food. The cattle ranch aspects, the airless, timeless, boring sense of death about them. Their pretense at being beacons of knowledge about the cities they are built around. They’re presumptuous and odious products that are supposed to inform us and celebrate the city they fly out of and the cities they fly into.
2. I hate warm, red wine from California. I hate the words “Californian zinfandel,” Californian “champagne” (Champagne is a place, a part of France where only champagne can be made.)
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