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Sixties Without Any Substance: My Critique of Alexa Chung’s Interviewing

With her piece for the latest issue of Harper’s Bazaar UK, Alexa Chung adds print journalist and interviewer to her already extensive résumé. Harpers heralds Chung as a “muse, designer, model, DJ and TV presenter” – a job title as long as it is meaningless. Why the UK-based magazine even has a “British issue” is beyond me, but Chung has been chosen as the issue’s cover girl as she “epitomes a uniquely British style.” Her assignment for Harpers was to interview three female icons from the 1960s; Penelope Tree, Marianne Faithfull and Pattie Boyd. These short interviews, only six questions each, appeared alongside a profile of Chung conducted by journalist Stephanie Rafanelli. In contrast to the Q & A style of Chung’s interviews, Rafanelli’s piece was longer with the dialogue interspersed throughout the feature.

Chung’s opening question to Penelope Tree set the tone for all three interviews; an unusual ramble, more of a recounting of facts than an actual question. “You were born in England, but moved to New York when you were very young. Your mum was a prolific socialite and you were left to your own devices.” I’m sure Tree is aware of these facts and does not need them reiterated to her. Chung’s concern that the readers of Harpers may not be aware of Tree’s life story is justified, but this information would be a lot more suitable in an introduction before the article than embedded in the question.

Her first question to Pattie Boyd was almost as belabored “You were discovered as a model in 1962, while you were shampooing at Elizabeth Arden. Then you modeled for Mary Quant. What was it like?” Chung then quickly half-answers this question herself by adding “There must have been a real buzz.”, leaving Boyd with nothing much to do but agree with the statement. This was quickly followed second, almost identical question “what was your most iconic memory?” Chung has a habit, perhaps due to nervousness, of asking duplicates of basically the same question. During Pattie Boyd she asks “what struck you about him?” followed directly by “what was going through your mind?”

She also seems insecure about the strength of her own questions, cramming them with Sixties references and choosing questions to include several in the each. This usually leaves the interviewees confused about what to address first. As each interview progresses, Chung’s questions become shorter and less belabored but the interviews rarely have a conversational quality. The only narrative structure I could find is that they are ordered somewhat chronologically. I postulate that if the order of questions were reorganized, the interviews would still feel very similar.

During her interview, Penelope Tree recalls how during her time at a strict boarding school in Massachusetts she began planning to escape to London. As a reader, your natural reaction is to wonder how she managed this, but Chung never follows up with her. This is very dissatisfying. You get the sense that she, for whatever reason, doesn’t want to veer far from her prepared script.

Her interview with Marianne Faithfull is the exception. Most questions are derived from Faithfull’s previous answers therefore the interview feels more like a natural conversation. But despite their rapport, her questions remain depthless and Faithfull’s post-Sixties struggles are never alluded to. In her own interview, Chung is adamant that “the girls in the Sixties were never over-shadowed by the men they dated.” Yet ironically, while interviewing these women, she spends half the time asking them about their love affairs. She never asks Maryanne Faithfull her about her own music career, opting instead for questions about her ex-husbands Mick Jagger and artist John Bundar.

As a more experienced interviewer, Rafanelli managed to get some revealing quotes from Chung, including her resentment towards members of the public stealing her Sixties style: “Everyone copied my soading coat.” There is a mysticism surrounding the Swinging Sixties in London, one that Chung certainly buys into. She contemplates how she has always been “attracted to the groupie vibe” Her use of the word vibe is interesting here since during her interviews, she seemed far more concerned with the idea of the Sixties and the styles of these women than their actual experiences.  She understands very little about actual place of women then and fails remember that these “women” were in fact incredibly young, often in their late teens.

Harper’s describe Chung as a “reincarnation” of these Sixties icons. An interview is a conversation with a purpose, and the purpose here seems to be to lend creditability to Chung by associating her with this bohemian past. Her constant references and borderline obsession with dates are used more to prove her knowledge of this period, than actually contribute anything to the interviews. What results are questions crammed full of facts, but interviews of little actual substance.

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While My Guitar Gently Weeps

It transitioned from my guitar to the guitar within a matter of months. Six years ago, I zipped it up into its cheap soft case and it hasn’t been removed since. The only reason I know that there is still a guitar there is that when I accidently knock it, when moving stuff in the spare room, a slightly smothered but still surprisingly loud sound vibrates out of it.

My brief spell with music began late, when I was 16. With hormones racing in typical teenage fashion, I instantly fell for my guitar teacher. I could feel his eyes on me as my nervous sweaty fingers slipped childishly along the strings. I practiced everyday for an hour, sometimes more. But often I would lie and say I had done very little practice, thinking that acting indifferent to my guitar playing was less embarrassing than admitting that I had tried and failed. He assured me that my fingers would build up a resistance to the steel strings, but I watched as calluses formed on my finger tips and subsequently fell off leaving even softer new skin.

I’d watch in envy as friend’s fingers would dance along the fret board effortlessly and I’d recall my frustration the perpetual ticking of the metronome as I tried to grasp basic scales and rhymes. They could strum effortlessly, lost in music and play without thinking. I, on the other hand, agonized over every chord, awkwardly stretching and twisted my fingers to make what felt like impossible chord configurations.

The zipped guitar bag is a closed casket containing my often angst-ridden, embarrassing adolescence. It represents old crushes and old musician boyfriends. It represents what I perceived as failure on my part to never become the cool, strong Joan Baez-type character that I thought I could only become by mastering guitar playing. The poor fashion decisions, terrible “nu metal” music all build up a picture of who I was during my teens. I’ve thrown out or lost numerous photographs of this era, but the guitar is still in my house, too big to simply lose or throw away.

We surround ourselves with the things and memories we love; souvenirs, family photographs, old ticket stubs and books. But it’s interesting also to examine what we have locked away as they give us to get a fuller picture. Everyone tries to construct a version of his or her former selves through selecting, editing and often falsely writing history. Though perhaps in the future, we will no longer be able to hide away pictures of embarrassing haircuts as everything will be tagged and archived in the online representations of ourselves. Maybe you won’t be able to move to another city, escape your embarrassing and your little online avatar will follow you wherever you go, whether you want it to or not.

I Am Not A Writer … am I?

I have friends who are journalists, writers and English students. I also have friends who keep incredible, up-to-date and fascinating blogs. I consider them all to be writers. But I never considered myself a writer. So when John Cantwell, tutor of the ‘Writing: Style, Voice and Process’ class in the D-Crit program asked what kind of writing style I had, I was a little surprised. I joined D-Crit program at SVA to learn how to write and to find a voice for my ideas. I am not a writer yet.

With the help recommended reading such as E. B. White and John Strunk’s ‘Elements of Style’, I am learning the proper grammatical terms for writing techniques I have always done naturally in e-mails, job and college applications or more recently in blog posts. I borrow a lot from how I speak. (And it seems that when I speak I use a lot of ‘dependent clauses’. Good to know!)

I wasn’t too intimated when I began my undergraduate thesis. But I also never really thought of it in terms of writing. I considered it like another design project. I love design and enjoy researching to find out more about it. When I begun editing and re-working my thesis, I thought of this organisation as laying out book for a design project. I physically cut scraps of paper – printed, photocopied handwritten and otherwise – and pasted it in order on sheets of paper. (As it turns out, my mother also did this when she wrote her first book this year.) I re-organised and rearranged it. I cleaned up sentences and paragraphs like I would clean up my designs to make them clearer or more modern looking. I thought of extracting words as extracting superfluous design patterns.

Perhaps that is a writing or drafting process, I just didn’t realise. Maybe I am a writer. Sure if Miley can do it, I probably can too.