Oh, Rodarte! How you inspire life envy. So young and you're already having a solo show at MOCA, collaborating with famous directors, and hob-nobbing with music's finest. You outfit my most elaborate of life fantasies, and not just the clothes I'd potentially be wearing in them. In my Rodarte parallel life, everything I say would be made to sound that much better, smarter, and more mysterious because No Age would be providing the background ambient distortion, so when I'd talk about, say, the common California condor, it would seem as if I were speaking of some magical, mythical bird and not just a regional vulture.