15th
like a secret.
-John Fiske
To Adorno, we are nothing but vessels of administered culture; but ah, how comforting is the bosom of Fiske’s notion of audiences as textual analysts!
that is to say, yes, i have started grad school.
they all wear nice scarves, and walk along the sidewalk, gleaming after rain, checking their mobile devices. they use slim macs at their blonde wood desks, because they all work at design firms, and they have interesting friends, which they meet after work for tapas. they have eclectic teapots, and french presses for coffee. their cities are populated with stately stone edifices, which are surprisingly sleek on the inside, all plate glass and brushed nickel.
germans and scandinavians. and patrick lichty. seriously, the best lives.
holy cats i love september weather. this is how it makes me feel.
Vogue Italia, via style rookie.
this weekend, someone directed me to the current adbuster, where Douglas Haddow waxes nihilistic about the contribution of the contemporary hipster to western civilization’s decline. it’s a noble gesture, but the article itself is rather sneery and poorly researched, relying on snapshots Haddow took and conversations he overheard in bars, most likely while passing for a hipster himself.
More interesting is this response by Dave Monaghan, who, in defending the hipster, writes a thoughtful, historically informed piece about subcultures and countercultures, class consciousness, and the differing natures of rightist and leftist nostalgia.
read while you suck on a PBR…