alright, i know i’m a wee bit late on this, but RIP Malcolm McLaren.

he’s a tough one to write about, because really, what hasn’t been said by this point? from a strictly personal point of view, McLaren’s undertakings and shenanigans frequently fascinated me, although many of them i became familiar with posthumously. From the Sex shop to the sex pistols,  from adam and the ants to bow wow wow (so much promise! such a failure!), from buffalo gals to madame butterfly – it’s a chaotic and hugely entertaining CV, if not an altogether successful one.

as he aged, so too did his familiar role as impresario. to be expected, i suppose – especially since he was typecast from the pistols on.

yet he should be remembered, in particular, for two feats: engineering the right people and fomenting the right conditions to produce Never Mind the Bollocks, one of the 20th century’s singular pieces of art; and, along with fellow provocateurs like Jamie Reid, injecting a hearty dose of theory – situationism, in particular – into popular culture. Or, as he might prefer, starting a revolution of everyday life.

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