Just read an email from my Mom that two people I went to elementary and middle school with recently were engaged. Past, Present, and Forever After rolled into one! That’s a whole lot of shared memory, mazal tov.
Shout out to the marketers who put beautiful things in our lives.
This Chanel No. 5 insert that came with Vogue magazine is incredible. It is so well made and beautiful. It must have cost at least $2 a unit. There is no way that Chanel can measure the ROI here, there is no traditional business case. The business case is that Chanel puts out the type of incredible, great stuff that is possible when controlling costs isn’t a big deal and they are committed to that in everything they do. Luxury print advertising must be one of the most inspired forms of advertising, I really enjoy it.
I feel bad inflicting this ad on you. “The Genius of Smart….That’s solutionism. The new optimism.” WTF? How can you read that and not feel angry, sad and offended. I feel the righteous anger of my 8th grade grammar nazi teach coursing through my veins. I feel the pain of 1,000 depressed business travelers eating shitty airport food. This ad doesn’t tell me anything about Dow except they are unwilling to call failure by its proper name. Why bother putting this out?
The hipster, both in black and white incarnations, in his essence has been abotu superior knowledge — what Broyard, in his article, called a priorism. Broyard insisted that black hipsterism was developed from a sense that black people in America were subject to decisions made about their lives by conspiracies of power which held a monopoly on infomration that they could never possible know. The ‘hip’ reaction was to insist, purely symbolically, on forms of knowledge which you, the black knower, possessed before anyone else, and in fact before the creation of positive knowledge — a priori. Broyard focused on the password language as self-assertion or as compensation.
I think the reason the attribution of hipsterness is always perjorative is that “hipster” is actually identifying today a subculture of people who are already dominant. The hipster is that person, overlapping or disaffiliating groupings — the starving artist, the starving graduate student, the neo-bohemian, the began or bicyclist or skate punk, the would-be blue-collar or post-racial individual — who in fact aligns himself both with rebel subculture and with the domianant class, and opens up a poisonous conduit between the two.
The new Drake album is lovely. No mainstream rapper has been inclined to offer so much emotional vulnerability.
Jay-Z rapped about being ambivalent about success, but its all in the guise of a humblebrag. Kid Cudi talks about his demons but he presents them as something apart from himself, like the alcoholic distinct from the alcoholism. Drake is really doing something unique.
For some reason, I often find incredible content by reading the articles that embed the images I find in Google image search. This is an interesting essay I found while hunting deadstock Jenny Holzer Keds, which can’t be bought online!?
I’ve been thinking about artist’s writings a lot lately. And thinking about what they are not. I’m convinced that Jenny Holzer is simply using text as graphical images to give form to works. Really, who knows what she’s on about? I can’t remember anything that important or profound that…
So my brother Teddy polled the family on what he should say when he got to meet Michelle Obama at an upcoming fundraiser that he had randomly happened his way into. The only thing I could come up with was the line my twenty-something beer-toting buddy Kevin L. delivered to NYC DA Robert Morgenthau just as their picture was being snapped: “Wow, I bet it would be bad for your career to be photographed with an underage person holding a beer…..no, just kidding, I’m 21!”
Teddy instead delivered my Mom’s question. He goes, “I have a question for you from my Mom…how do you keep your upper arms so toned?” BOOM! Dropping that line on perhaps the sexiest First Lady of all time is a boss move.