It's American Thanksgiving today. Crazy historical kids. And one hell of an experiment that they've been running down there, since the Plymouth landing. I listen to a lot of BBC podcasts, and it's fun/disturbing to hear the way commentators across the way divide on the subject of the USA, describing it as the best and the brightest, still the City Upon a Hill of world nations, but also something fallen and corrupted, a malevolent force in domestic policy and international relations. And I wonder how much good it does the rest of us, in the non-American, non-historical domain, to be give them so much attention, as if the news came down to what's-happening-in-America and now-the-boring-stuff. American culture/news now being nearly celebrity/culture/news. And how much good does this massive scrutiny/awareness do the United States itself, when it further feeds that somewhat problematic idea of American exceptionalism? Surely it must be tough to be the blonde, blue-eyed quarterback all the time, constantly borrowing for new veneers on your teeth.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
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