Whether on or off the grid, Fiona Apple permeates the cracks and breaks ((sound)) barriers with her haunting musical brilliance. We all know that seductive voice. Its smokey tones of grey that crawl out of the speaker and with its snakiest, slow billow, lingers around you with such a resonanace that you swear you can hear the gutted exhales from the fragile ghosts of which it came. We all know the videos. Faces of many but really only one anyone truly cares about. It doesn't matter what she's doing, she does it all with those tell|tale eyes bounding you in their stare for days. She is an artistic, human wonder; Ever-so-frail, hypnotizingly strong, and most importantly and inspirationally, always surmounting the business/public/media/etc with steadfast loyalty to her self.
I have been waiting for the arrival of her new work Idler Wheel (The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords will serve you more than Ropes will ever do), set to be released in mid-June, taking in refreshing bits of nourishment via a few of the dripping internet information faucets. Then I stumbled upon this article in W with a striking photo of Fiona cloaked in Repunzle threads and a dreamy embroidered Valentino top.
Here are both. Take a couple bites:
http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities/2012/06/fiona-apple-new-album-the-idler-...
