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Magazine: Vogue US
Year: 1991
Model(s): Cindy Crawford, Claudia Schiffer, Helena Christensen, Karen Mulder, Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Stephanie Seymour, Tatjana Patitz
Photographer: Peter Lindbergh

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carrie_rachel ; I wanted to post what is one of the nerdiest, most all-out dork pictures I’ve taken in a long while. This is me in Atlanta, GA last night meeting one of my music idols, Cindy Wilson from The B-52’s. The look on my face is one of pure glee and excitement. In high school, a friend of mine made me a mix tape of the first three B-52’s albums: s/t, Wild Planet and Whammy. I immediately became obsessed. These were a group of outsiders and weirdos from Athens, GA making angular music that threaded surf, new wave and pop stylings with Dada-esque lyrics. It was a confluence of the strange and the sexual, the silly and serpentine. I had missed their first incarnation (featuring the late great Ricky Wilson, a unique and underrated guitarist who continues to influence me to this day), but I saw the band on their Cosmic Thing tour. That night, at age 15, I pressed to the front of the stage, sang at the top of my lungs, and went home with bruises on my ribs and a heart filled-up and transformed, like it was pumping a whole new kind of blood into my veins. This is what it is to be a fan: curious, open, desiring for connection, to feel like art has chosen you, claimed you as its witness. To this day I still am a fan, of many, many things. Fandom keeps me hopeful and engaged, a participant. And I was a fan last night in front of Cindy, rattling off a whole bunch of incoherent, half-strung together thoughts about her songs, her voice, her band, her brother. And it felt, well, awesome. I guess I’m sharing this because I’m on tour right now and I meet fans every night. Sweet and eager faces, sometimes desperate, sometimes nervous. Please know I’m grateful for all of it. And I understand it. I’m one of you. ❤️ #cindywilson #b52s #fandom #sleaterkinney