Dylan Jones

An aficionado of all things male and stylish, Dylan Jones has edited GQ magazine since 1999. Previously he had worked at Arena, The Observer and The Sunday Times. He has written a number of books including, iPod Therefore, I Am and Mr Jones’ Rules for the Modern Man.

Dylan Jones: At heart, Barney Bubbles was an artist –which led to the creative strain he put himself under

Talk of the Town

Recently by Dylan Jones

Dylan Jones: The vibrancy of Hong Kong is extraordinary

Saturday, 22 November 2008

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Dylan Jones: 'Three of the world's biggest rock stars stormed out of the studio

Saturday, 15 November 2008

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Talk Of The Town: The more you listen to George Harrison's solo work the more you hear the line back to the Sixties

Saturday, 8 November 2008

Having seen the Beatles' Love show in Vegas this summer – and it is unremittingly fabulous – the release of a DVD documentary about its creation was always going to find a permanent home in the Jones household. And, perhaps surprisingly, the DVD – Altogether Now – is as enjoyable and as uplifting as the show itself. There is also a 20-minute extra feature that charts the reworking and splicing together of songs for the tapestry-like soundtrack (on which Ringo for once actually sounds like he knows his way around a drum kit) that for some of us is tantamount to cutting up the Holy Grail and sticking it back together again.

Talk of the town: Gambon is the Guv’nor. Just watching him get out of a chair will give you goosebumps

Saturday, 1 November 2008

As I said to David Walliams after watching No Man's Land, the last time I saw a four-hander it was on YouPorn. Nay, nay, and thrice nay!

Talk of the town: We are living in an age in which art galleries are more popular than theme parks

Saturday, 18 October 2008

The biggest back story surrounding the opening of Charles Saatchi's brilliant new gallery space in Chelsea (see also In the Frame, page 10) was whether or not Sotheby's were ever going to take it. They had been looking for another venue to show contemporary work in London but apparently dithered so much that the 70,000sqft site was eventually suggested to Saatchi by property consultants Pilcher Hershman. Saatchi bit – and London now has a gallery to rival his original space up in St John's Wood.

Talk of the town: The Ivy Club's entrance is so white that it feels as if you're walking into a huge iPod

Saturday, 11 October 2008

My pal Richard was over in London from Hong Kong so after drinks at the Chelsea Arts Club we went to the newly opened Ivy Club, adjacent to the eponymous restaurant in West Street. The entrance is so white that it feels as if you're walking into a huge iPod, but upstairs the rooms are reassuringly decorated, and the food is just as good as it is next door. The smart thing to say about the new club is, "Of course I've joined, but I'm not sure that I'll ever go there." But everyone will, you know, because everyone else will, and then they'll think you're only important enough to eat in the restaurant.

If you ask me: John Prescott got close to the flame but seemed to learn little about the fire

Saturday, 4 October 2008

If you ask me, the prospect of John Prescott fulfilling his post-office potential becomes more enticing by the week. And before you splutter on your Cheerios and ask yourself if you've missed something – though it would be amusing to imagine the "great butcher of English prose" running a sub-Post Office, complete with his cheap uniform and a big, "Free with Look and Learn" badge – I'm actually referring to whatever it is he is going to do next.

Dylan Jones: If you ask me

Saturday, 27 September 2008

If you ask me the rock heritage industry is in danger of eating its own tail, swallowing its cash cow, and over-cooking the various geese that laid the golden eggs. It has exploited its back catalogue so much that speaking as someone who has enthusiastically consumed pop music for 40 years, I'm not sure what there is left to eat. Why? Because you and I have eaten it all, that's why – every last morsel, every last alternative version, every last out-take, extended remix and bootleg mash-up.