Hannibal Buress has always been a trailblazer. First famous comedian to publicly call out Bill Cosby. First famous comedian to kick Flavor Flav in the face. And now the first famous comedian to appear in Archive.
This is a tricky one. I want to say I like the look here but if I’m being honest it’s a bit of a mess. On one hand, I appreciate the cluster of hanging Edison pendant lamps, it’s still on-trend right now and makes a unmistakably bold statement. Mind you, the danger with these sorts of lighting fixtures is that their raw filaments can take on an air of kitsch if paired with other similarly nostalgic interior design features. And that’s where the exposed cedar becomes a problem and everything begins to feel a bit “Steampunk Chalet”. Risks were taken here, but I’m not convinced they were intentional. Might as well slap a stuffed alligator on the wall and call it a day.
This illustrates the problem with portraits on Archive. An expertly lit and composed photograph of a beautiful woman scored worse than a pseudo-artistic shot of a waiting area at YVR (seriously). Sure, it’s a bit “lad mag” but it also got nearly 3000 likes on Instagram when Jason Harynuk posted it. IMO, Archive will be a better magazine when we stop hating on pictures of people we don’t know.
The problem with the whole "don’t give a fuck" aesthetic of the hipster elite is that there’s literally never been a group of people who need more validation. Now, this guy? HE doesn’t give a fuck. Still listens to Dokken, still drinks Labatt Genuine Draft warm, still rocks BluBlockers. So ask yourself, is THIS the guy you were trying to be the whole time? I fucking hope so, because this guy doesn’t play Sufjan Stevens at his house parties.
Dude looks like a good time, like Martin Short in a fat suit, but even Chad Claus over here can’t make me like ugly Christmas sweaters. They’re stupid. Merry Christmas, everybody!