purple mag worth noting i guess?
when the fifty dollar mag makes you sure how hip and rich you are and it involves very little actual clothing . . .
which after a glance at fashion.net recently i realize a lot of fashion tycoonery is based on tasteful soft-porn, or ironic and elegant nakedness.
it doesn't bother me especially, so jaded i am by dov charney's plastering of los angeles with underage nakedness for so many years. but in a tasteful or witty context . . . and then i wonder of the future, is male beauty as universal? who will exploit men to the degree they might be lovely nackt?
http://www.purple.fr/fashion.php?i=1
what in the future of the cult of men? in the future men will be worshipped as gods of beauty, in ways beyone the posturing of the GQ's. it will be yoji yamamoto and viktor and rolf forever . . . and gareth pugh . . .
i fell in love with olivier zham after one sight of a new york mag pic of him, what a genius! and then stig harder knew of him.
james oscar said the first edition of purple was shot in his new york apartment.
morte macabre
quiet drops
i love olivier zham's proclaiming himself irrelevant to the future of bloggers . . . too old for point of view . . .
bloggers . . . .
to kill them all!
i care for nothing fashion-wise lately besides worshipping saggy heroin chic and kate moss, and envying hijab and black trenches and leggings and over size tank tops and oversize black t-shirts.
when would a prada budget come????
and that olivier positions purple as the upscale vice, the upscale charney salaciousness, the voice of the eurobourgeois, and keeps true to juergen teller's laconic poloaroid minimalism. the kitsch holds force.
i don't know anything about fashion, except i go to it when i am sad and empty and superficial and trying to reconnect with the material world to which i feel disconnected.
existential and hungry
narcissistic and disconnected
better than dead
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