When Kanye West was publicly asked why he loved Kim
Kardashian, by Kim Kardashian’s mother on TV he said he did not know why. He
actually said that. He said he did not know why he was in love with her
daughter, Kim. In most relationships such a sub-standard, passionless,
ambivalent, public declaration of unfocused affection would be a red flag to a loving
mother, but when the mother is a calculated freak, so dazzled by the fame of
the mindless suitor, the red flag goes ignored.
Kanye went on to say to the world that he decided to make
Kim his wife when she made enough money to support herself so she wouldn’t be
asking him for money. This is the man that makes her heart skip a beat. Now
that Kim comes with the proper dowry, this fine man will take on the burden of
her devotion. And while he was being the least seductive, least romantic, tool on the
planet, Kim was doing interviews saying he was her best friend. A romance
written by publicists is puke-worthy, pathetic and as plastic as a credit card.
Kim’s whole ambition in this world is cold and corporate, because
she is her creepy mother’s daughter, which is why her beloved fiance’s carefully
constructed profession of love is
all about reinforcing Kim’s image as a successful business entity. He may love
her, (yeah, right) but he does not know why he loves her. The self-professed
genius, does not know. I know, why he loves her though. I suspect he loves her much the way you
and I love an ATM machine when we really need cash.
The most human thing Kanye said about Kim was that she offered
him a support system and that too was still a statement all about everything
she could do for him and nothing to do about what she actually means to him. Kanye
is all about Kanye and Kanye loves his big, idiot baby self more than he loves
anyone on this planet. But let’s cut him a break. He’s been a hot mess since
his momager died, she was the only one who loved him more than he did. Now
thanks to Kim he has a new momager, his tenacious momager-in-law, Kris and she will
be SOOOO happy to be his new mommy and he loves Kim for bringing his mommy back
from the dead. Yes, I am sure he wishes the resurrection of his mommy wasn’t an
annoying, pushy, white woman, but beggars can’t be choosers.
We live in the age of Idiocracy, where parents give birth in
an automated world and wake up screaming in the night when they realize they
don’t know how to raise a human being because they don’t have a show about that
on TV. We shouldn’t be surprised when two mindless, money powered flesh-bots end up
on the cover of the world’s elite style and culture magazine, it makes total
sense.
We live in a time of extraordinary possibility, the
technology at our fingertips gives us godlike powers of creativity, there are
artists and thinkers doing mind-blowing work, and yet this fucking lazy country
is full of entitled pieces of shit who spend their time watching rich people
shop, while taking selfies and fucking all day, while the helicopter mommies
do everything for them so their dreams just manifest by their bedside as soon
as they wake up in the morning and they don’t ever actually have to do anything
to earn it, miracles just happen, it is the American Dream. That’s why we have
so many reality shows.
Everybody wants to be a star and if they can’t be a star
they would like to AT LEAST go to college and get drunk for four years to
graduate and get a six figure job. No one wants to start from the ground up.
They want to start their career in the corner office. They would like to be in charge of other people. They are
willing to go to meetings 7 hours a day and to eat lunch during the eighth.
They are happy to get paid while outsourcing the actual invention and
production of products to someone else, somewhere else. They want to put money
in a bank and have it multiply like gremlins. If people can plagiarize and
pinch ideas to get credit for inventing something that’s even better, and more profitable than having
to develop an original idea.
Kim and Kanye represent the new American Dream, the new average
American who just wants to go home from a really fun day of having everyone
around you do everything for you. Everyone wants to be the star, to be loved
and adored for being so worthy of being so well taken care of just for being
born. Everyone wants a trophy for being the worst at everything, while the people
who actually struggle to do things well keep civilization standing from their place
in the shadows. Kim and Kanye on the cover of Vogue, is that trophy that you give
the noisy losers so they stop crying, so every other loser feels like they too have a
chance to win something they don’t deserve. Our modern society needs to see losers
winning so they won’t realize what a bunch of fucking losers we are all becoming.
Yes. We are losers. We let ivy-league educated and certified
idiot politicians lead us to war year after year, we let school budgets be
pillaged, we refuse to put wheelchair ramps in every building, we make blind
people jump through bureaucratic hoops to get seeing eye dogs, we let starving
families live in their cars and we let veterans live on the streets, we put
potheads in prison and let pedophiles collect the Cecil B. DeMille award. We
are the lamest bunch of shitheads when you consider what we could be
accomplishing if we just demanded that the people we celebrate in the media
actually deserve our praise. If we had Sandra Fluke on the cover of Vogue we
might have a chance at beauty being more than skin deep.
Anna Wintour has no desire to promote thinking, accomplished
women. She needs to be the smartest woman in the room to keep her position of
power. Anna needs Kim on the cover of Vogue to create the illusion that she can
see the good in the mentally challenged. Anna is accepting, she has accepted
the Beverly Hills born-to-porn, earnest Cinderella, who has never cleaned her
own floors, and she has sent her an invite to the ball, because Anna is more
than a rat-faced, social tyrant.
Anna thought she could get her readers to admire a doe-eyed, relentless,
untalented moron like Kim, because Anna is condescending as fuck.
Poor Kim needed her dream to come true. Kim is a woman who spent over thirty years primping and
priming and buffing herself, while groveling for a chance to be recognized by
Anna for being a beauty and fashion icon, but that wasn’t enough. Anna needed
to see Kim down on all fours taking it in the mouth, cunt and ass from a
celebrity before she would allow Kim’s beauty to be celebrated and Kim thanked
her for the extraordinary honor by tweeting that she was so excited to be on
the cover of Vogue that she could “hardly breath.” Yes. Kim cannot even spell
breathe. But she is our role model, for being so stupid and so beautiful and so
fuckable that a celebrity will marry her. And Anna says that is a sign of great
character.
When I think of the suicide of L’Wren Scott during this time
I see a woman who lived for fashion and the art form that it is. How much the
fashion world has lost when someone so talented sees no hope for a future in
her industry for her. She bought into the lie that Anna Wintour is promoting with her Kimye cover. L'Wren spent years with a famous man, wanting to
be his companion in this world, his intellectual equal, his muse, but she was
seen as a “Yoko”, always somehow a less than, because without him she was just
one more woman in the crowd, but with him, she became Mick Jagger’s girlfriend,
something that could be promoted, and when she believed her relationship with
this powerful man was at an end, she saw no hope for herself, and she gave up
her life, her friends and her patrons and the world lost so many years of her
creations, so many opportunities to create and share the beautiful work a
seasoned artisan does, in the autumn of her life. She had so much to claim during
the bitterness of her heartache. That’s when a woman really learns to be strong
and pure in her reflections and expressions about the journey we are all on.
That’s when she really discovers what she has to share. And maybe L’Wren’s
suicide is her last artistic statement. Maybe with the space she is leaving in
the fashion world she is saying there is no hope, even for the gracious, the
gifted, the devoted, the conscientious, the patient, the poetic, the
productive, the skilled–the true lovers of fashion, art and humanity.
Alexander McQueen created works of art that make a mannequin
come to life in a way that will haunt you forever, what his clothing does with
the body of a real woman makes it impossible not to recognize the power of the
human spirit and the glorious eternal might of feminine energy. He too lost his
desire to create in this new fashion world, where mediocrity reigns and Anna Wintour
co-signs that shit.
Fashion is the art of what it means to be human. All other
animals crawl across the globe covered in nothing but their own skin. We show
our joy in all the bounty of the earth by plucking off beautiful bits of it and
draping ourselves in the glories we find and weaving and stitching these materials
into expressions of gratitude for creation and to show our pride in our masterful
uniqueness, we dig up the twinkling rocks that live in the ground and satellite
our limbs, necks, crowns and ears in cosmic tones. We demonstrate our fearless
intrepid audacity by ripping the skins from other animals and wearing them to
live in places we were not meant to go. Sometimes we wear rags, to show that
there is beauty in decay.
Anna Wintour’s decision to put Kimye on the cover is not a
celebration of fashion or of Kim’s "great character", or a celebration of a great romance, or a
celebration of anything, it is a money move, it is a publicity seeking desperate
grab for attention that undermines everything. It is a selfish act by a trusted ally
of the artisans and patrons of the fashion arts that robs the culture of the
necessary leadership to promote great and innovative design. As the head of
Vogue Anna has a responsibility to protect and demand a culture where fashion
designers can create and shine without having their designs pillaged and eclipsed
by unskilled, untalented, fame-seeking, celebrities who make the designers and
tailors invisible, making it impossible for patrons to know the true source of
their inspiration and for the designers to get the exposure they need to raise
the capital necessary to continue to innovate within the industry.
With this
offensive Kimye cover Anna is pissing on the future of the fashion industry. It should be an art-fueled industry with more artists like
Alexander McQueen and L’Wren Scott who knew how to make clothing with their
bare hands and truly connected with the artform and the human beings they
served, to help celebrate the beauty of the people who admired their work. The
energy that passes between a fashion patron and a designer is a real and
powerful force of good in this world and the greedy pursuit of fashion fame for
fame’s sake has no place in human culture which requires the celebration of
skilled artisans and thoughtful, intelligent patrons to survive and thrive.
