In the New York Times Magazine there is a feature called This Boy's Life: The enduring spell of S.E. Hinton's 'The Outsiders'––then, now and always. This includes an interview with S.E. Hinton and a fashion spread of bloodless young men in stiff, unforgiving denim and very thin moustaches. The clothes have a gritty, flawed, surplus-store quality. Some items include:
• Polo Ralph Lauren jacket, $1,998• Calvin Klein 205W39NYC sweater, $1,600
• Saint Laurent by Anthony Vaccarello plaid shirt, $890
• Helmut Lang t-shirt, vintage, from the David Casavant Archive, price on request
Eat your heart out, Ponyboy.
I know you're bitter about everything, C says, but those are great books, and she wrote them when she was still a girl.
So one joins the crowd, where the only sensible reaction amounts to a sort of shrug and looking away. Politics is the least of it, like some slow-burning ferris wheel on a distant island cliff; you can stand on the beach and see the flames and hear something that sounds like screams but it's almost impossible to tell what's really going on, and no means to get there anyway. The vessels of real change wrecked along the shore. In the meantime, would you like to make a donation to the Children's Fund of Childrenia? It comes with a sticker!
I know at least that I've reached peak Trump. And this isn't just the all-sugar, stunt-casting, Big-Gulp criminality involved (what, exactly, were we expecting?) but also the hysterical reaction to it. Brought to you by the same people who got us here. The technocrats overplayed their hand and this is where we are, where the news cycle makes The Shield look like The Muppet Show, and everyone's supposed to get excited because not all the candidates are middle-aged white men anymore. Not exactly a war of ideas, is it?
The trouble, which starts almost immediately, is that C and Oona start using the change dish as a FREE MONEY DISH, as in, "We went to the Fall Fair and it was fucking awful and we blew a shitload of money on absolute garbage but we took most of the money from the change dish so it was almost free anyway." This is always the point at which I go down to the basement and start writing notes to myself.
There are other new things in the shop, which is now open again. I have maybe ... 20% of my work listed? So if you live in Kingston, and are desperate for a present for a friend, please drop me a line with the premise of what's needed.
This is the 100th edition of this Tinyletter! I did it! Some kind of thing, I'm sure.
I hope everyone has a great week.
Draw things, paint things, write things, make things.
djb
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