Saturday, December 24, 2011
Been a sunken battleship for the last few days. Perhaps due to a killer combination of a major hang over, jet lag, and a possible food induced sickness the day before I flew back from Hong Kong. That lasted for three days. Only now do I truly feel what death might feel like. It literally feels like a desert in your mouth, throbbing temples that refuse to let you sleep, zero energy, the expulsion of bodily fluids, shit for brains, and total appetite loss. FML. I was so fucked, to laugh actually hurt.
Here's a good example of the kinds of hypebeast "Streetsnaps" that perpetuate the grievances this author has with a generation's waning individuality. To simply entitle this one "The Skater" is completely retarded. Whoever chose to take a photo of this guy obviously knows almost nothing about skating, besides how to spell skater. For starters, his shoes and his grip look pristine. Dead giveaway. If you go to the link you'll see he's rockin' a fancy watch with green numbers. I don't know any skateboarders that wear watches when they skate- watch tans are for longboarders. But I don't know, he might actually "skate"- it's the fact that this dude has been given the savvy title of "The Skater" that fuels my distaste for so many Sartorialist wannabe style snappers. I don't care how many free lunches hypebeast pays "Karl Hab" to take photos for them, I will that Karl never take a "skater" photo again. Most people that skate every day ( or close to it) that I know don't actually look like they give a shit about what they wear. If they get free shit they wear all their free shit and usually actual "Skaters" look like walking billboards for their companies- very unsartorial-esque and their shoes are usually peeling off layers of foxing (product placement no no). I don't trust "photographers" that just shoot people with "cool" clothes or that shoot people who are just insanely attractive. I think that shit is a lie.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sandwiched between 21 days of nightly James Bond movies on HBO Asia and reruns of CSI Miami, there are plenty of bored passing minutes in my hotel room. I figured tonight I'd see if the internet could teach me anything new. If google results are fueled by the popularity of real humans typing, referencing, and germinating this kind of hateful crap, I imagine the internet as a person would be a big racist shithead! In more trivial news, it apparently has a boner for mixed races! Maybe I'll recheck these search words in a year and see if the internet's grown a cyber heart.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
If only the world had more people that didn't care to make money then maybe we would have cooler things like casual umbrella repair stalls. Maybe society should encourage repair shops and trades more just so they can support an economy of non-wasteful living? If the world weren't such a money hungry black hole, we all could lead simpler, easier, lives.
The “Mummified Barbies” acknowledge Barbie as an icon, as idealized and exaggerated as any mythological depiction of Venus or Aphrodite. By concealing the attributes and accessories that characterize her image, I aim to locate Barbie in a long history of glamorized feminine figures. Wrapping and silencing this vivacious action figure into a phallic totem, we have a chance to see her more objectively. Mummifying and shrouding Barbie literally ties her to ancient and ongoing cultural practices of fetishizing the female form.