I'm not that extremist, quite the contrary: of course a creator can put his soul or anything in his work, but out of romanticism, I hope my mind and his mind can connect through the work and not only through a plain talk told and retold by the sellers and consumers again and again... BTW if i remember well, in the Wenders movie about Yamamoto, YY says something like 'i hope that my clothes are such that you won't consume them by buying them'. Funny you say we are 'consumers' and we still should not see marketing traps everywhere!
at the peasant jew! and you know, it's exactly the reason why i never could buy any PH cloth. I hate countryside, I only like the idea of it ("Une ville, une campagne, de loin c’est une ville et une campagne, mais à mesure qu’on s’approche, ce sont des maisons, des arbres, des tuiles, des feuilles, des herbes, des fourmis, des jambes de fourmis, à l’infini. Tout cela s’enveloppe sous le nom de campagne.")
on a side note, to illustrate my first point, i have an anecdote on a Harnden's black ultra long jacket (the kind that makes Mailmoth look like a dreyerian priest) that i tried one day at l'E. I was admiring the very strange cut, with, as always with PH, a slim torso, and then, from the waist to the bottom of the jacket (which was around my ankles!), a series of random pleats and a bell-ish shape. A real cassock for a country priest, made of a harsh boiled wool, marvelous finish and touch... I started inspecting the interior, prepared for the best of the old cotton lining... and WTF! A zip, a motherfucker industrial, standardized, globalized zip! I wanted my inside pocket to be deep, closed by an old dirty button, but a shiny metal zip suddenly reminded me I was living in the 21st century and Harnden too, alas.
at the peasant jew! and you know, it's exactly the reason why i never could buy any PH cloth. I hate countryside, I only like the idea of it ("Une ville, une campagne, de loin c’est une ville et une campagne, mais à mesure qu’on s’approche, ce sont des maisons, des arbres, des tuiles, des feuilles, des herbes, des fourmis, des jambes de fourmis, à l’infini. Tout cela s’enveloppe sous le nom de campagne.")
on a side note, to illustrate my first point, i have an anecdote on a Harnden's black ultra long jacket (the kind that makes Mailmoth look like a dreyerian priest) that i tried one day at l'E. I was admiring the very strange cut, with, as always with PH, a slim torso, and then, from the waist to the bottom of the jacket (which was around my ankles!), a series of random pleats and a bell-ish shape. A real cassock for a country priest, made of a harsh boiled wool, marvelous finish and touch... I started inspecting the interior, prepared for the best of the old cotton lining... and WTF! A zip, a motherfucker industrial, standardized, globalized zip! I wanted my inside pocket to be deep, closed by an old dirty button, but a shiny metal zip suddenly reminded me I was living in the 21st century and Harnden too, alas.
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