Interview Magazine's zombie antics squeeze an extra few seconds of fame for it.

Interview magazine had a single saving grace: it was founded by an iconic artist. If it weren't for the fact that Great Man Andy Warhol brought it to life, no one would talk about it, and it would have folded years ago. It was never all that, but having a marquee name told the nouveau riche what to rave about at cocktail parties, even if they didn't actually read or understand what they were reading in that rag they never actually bought or subscribed to as the only place I have actually ever seen it lying around was in upscale-ish Middle Class spas and hair salons. Add a few publicity-hungry starlets voguing in odd and pretentious poses, and you have slopped together something you can sell to a few odd and pretentious chichi advertisers.

And then that darned Internet ruined everything.

Interview ended up not paying a lot of people, including its freelance editorial workers, who agreed to be paid a pittance -- never mind their owner was well-heeled, but journalists were always stupid that way.

It folded, and now there is babble of bring it back to life under some other ownership, although why anyone would do it or how that would even be possible is anyone's guess.

You have reporters grumbling that the magazine folded even though its last owners had scratch -- always forgetting that just because a individual or company is doing well (even if at least on paper) it doesn't mean all of the holdings are profitable. The ones that do not bring in the dough get trashed, and when was the last time Interview generated any interest aside from the fact it folded?

This is a publication that always rode on the coattails of other people's fifteen minutes. It was always a vanity project centring around rich white people indulging themselves. The Kardashians hijacked that niche and used Instagram where you didn't need to tax that demographic with actual words. They made it more accessible by making it all a little more lurid and trashy, but the shallowness is the same draw and that hasn't changed.

Interview is a zombie in search of a few more seconds of fame. It's time has come and gone, and Instagram has replaced it in pop culture, and you don't even have to fork over a penny for it.

People aren't even reading magazines at the salons anymore -- they got their little godphones and stare vapidly at the screen as their highlights process under the lights...