15.2.14

Valentine


All my love to L.L. Bean, whose boots have saved me on this snowy, slushy trip to Boston.

5.1.14

Ordre et beauté



Luxe, calme et volupté
L’Invitation au voyage

Seven



Seven things that have marked me recently (still not quite ready to grapple with the new and past year):
  1. True Grit, which I found second-hand and instantly re-read
  2. Artist Lily Stockman and her will-do approach to PLANS (guided by big creative ideas)
  3. Making and re-making ourselves for the better: We should all be feminists: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (thanks, Beyoncé!)
  4. Izzy for adieu by Jennilee Marigomen
  5. Worn wear, excellent advertising
  6. Charls #selfmade tags on Instagram—especially this bicycle basket
  7. Asa Irons Knife Gift Debt

17.9.13

Russell Brand?

I could see the room dividing as I spoke. I could hear the laughter of some and louder still silence of others. I realised that for some people this was regarded as an event with import. The magazine, the sponsors and some of those in attendance saw it as a kind of ceremony that warranted respect. In effect, it is a corporate ritual, an alliance between a media organisation, GQ, and a commercial entity, Hugo Boss. What dawned on me as the night went on is that even in apparently frivolous conditions the establishment asserts control, and won’t tolerate having that assertion challenged, even flippantly, by that most beautifully adept tool: comedy.

The jokes about Hugo Boss were not intended to herald a campaign to destroy them. They’re not Monsanto or Halliburton, the contemporary corporate allies of modern-day fascism; they are, I thought, an irrelevant menswear supplier with a double-dodgy history. The evening, though, provided an interesting opportunity to see how power structures preserve their agenda, even in a chintzy microcosm.

Read this instead of Jonathan Franzen’s dyspeptic jibber-jabber.