“Look, let me be specific. I have been losing roads
and tracks and rivers and little thoughts
and smells and incidents and a sense of myself
and fights I used to be passionate about
and don’t remember.”—Dionne Brand — Land To Light On
By creating an urgent crisis that can only be solved by those fluent in a language too complex for ordinary people to understand, the Wall Street crowd has turned the vast majority of Americans into non-participants in their own political future. There is a reason it used to be a crime in the Confederate states to teach a slave to read: Literacy is power. In the age of the CDS and CDO, most of us are financial illiterates. By making an already too-complex economy even more complex, Wall Street has used the crisis to effect a historic, revolutionary change in our political system — transforming a democracy into a two-tiered state, one with plugged-in financial bureaucrats above and clueless customers below.
The most galling thing about this financial crisis is that so many Wall Street types think they actually deserve not only their huge bonuses and lavish lifestyles but the awesome political power their own mistakes have left them in possession of. When challenged, they talk about how hard they work, the 90-hour weeks, the stress, the failed marriages, the hemorrhoids and gallstones they all get before they hit 40.
“But wait a minute,” you say to them. “No one ever asked you to stay up all night eight days a week trying to get filthy rich shorting what’s left of the American auto industry or selling $600 billion in toxic, irredeemable mortgages to ex-strippers on work release and Taco Bell clerks. Actually, come to think of it, why are we even giving taxpayer money to you people? Why are we not throwing your ass in jail instead?”
But before you even finish saying that, they’re rolling their eyes, because You Don’t Get It. These people were never about anything except turning money into money, in order to get more money; valueswise they’re on par with crack addicts, or obsessive sexual deviants who burgle homes to steal panties. Yet these are the people in whose hands our entire political future now rests.
Good luck with that, America. And enjoy tax season.
“According to Hitwise, a technology research firm, social networks have grown 35% over the past three years—more than the proliferation of search engines, shopping, entertainment, and porn sites.”—Identity Crisis, David Kushner (via soupsoup)
“Fashion, the people wearing it, will do it before they even know what they’re doing. You don’t know yet, it’s just starting to gel, but there will be a style. You watch, you’ll see something. There’s the old saw about hemlines. Who knows? It’s only in the future you can know. You just have to stay out on the street and get it. It’s all here.”—Bill Cunningham!
Dug Sparks’ embrace of the great Canadiana outdoors — a twist on Sergei Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf with “plaid suiting, intarsia knit curling sweaters, blanket coats”. The curling sweater is esp interesting, if you considered the last time it was brought out — god, was it Babel in ‘89?
It’s admirable to see a designer dig deep into a concept — the historical references were so well-informed, though I’m not surprised given his Stratford costuming background — quite cohesive. I don’t know if there was much re-interpretation, but then again, perhaps that’s up to the customer — to take these pieces and blend it with their own contemporary closets.
Correct me if I’m wrong): were the genuine WWI leather lace-up boots that all the models wore from SMASH?
Re: pants — not sure if the tailoring of the kraft cotton flat front trousers were especially flattering. The material lends it’s self better with the far more structural fitting of the jodhpurs. I think there’s certain outerwear materials that you can’t really force reinterpretation upon.
The earthy brown wool blanket coat that had lovely cap shoulder detailing. The raccoon fur buffalo coat was the finale and Meaghan and I couldn’t tell whether the collective gasp was a mixed one. (Wait, that’s most def a projection — it was beautiful.)
So consider this totally OT: been having a lot of conversations with various folk about the continued proliferation of fur — how the vintage pieces are trickling further upwards to the runway (and yes, my hand is up as one of those ppl in that category — I wear pieces owned by my Albertan grandmother, the artist I never knew; it’s a matriarchal thing that I can’t explain). Are we reclaiming a genuinely historical Canadian trade, or are we being blindly nostalgic? I wrote a story about it last year, and I still haven’t personally resolved the complications.
“4. Fashion’s in the grip of Balmainia. Yes it’s ridiculously expensive (£10,000 for a stripy T-shirt, even if the stripes are made from crystals, is pushing the boundaries of obnoxiousness). Sometimes it’s plain ridiculous. But that silhouette - shoulders as wide as an articulated lorry, legs as long and skinny as the slipway on the M1 - is the silhouette of the season. Suck it up.”—20 things to know about fashion week - Times Online
“She pulled her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, the latticework of the bay’s ripples bouncing behind her eyelids. The breeze licked past her ears, playful and warm, tickling up and out of her summer shorts. She recognized the familiar swoop of hummingbirds in heat, the male chasing tail of the female along a perfect semi-circle, an arc so perfect it was as if they were strung on wire, pullied back and forth by an invisible hand.”—Seen Reading: Free for All Friday: Nightwood, Djuna Barnes (New Directions)
It is hilarious. It’s like reading bad fanfiction.
Thank god, I am not the only one. My ENGLISH teacher is reading it and she went on today about how amazingly written the book is. It reminds me of small children writing essays like my cousin’s on his dog: I like Logan. He is a dog. He licks people.
It makes me so sad that English teachers (and English majors) enjoy these books. A girl in one of my classes last semester said she couldn’t even get past the first chapter because the grammar was so awful.
My thoughts on Twilight (actually, New Moon): a HET OTP with rampant URST and most importantly, a WAFF ending. < /fannishspeak >
“It was incredible decadence - dark, punky, edgy. And the audience was downtown club-kids sitting next to Vogue and New York Times fashion editors. It was the first time that had happened in New York.”—Marc Jacobs on Stephen Sprouse’s first one-man show, on 1 May 1984.