Branding: Ads for the gay market.
Rebranding: Decapitated mannequins.
TV: It’s not Dickensian… it’s far less optimistic than that.
Quotation: Success is great if….
Posthumous blogging: “If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.”
Reading: Judith Thurman. It breaks my heart that she is a much better writer than I am.
Thurman is unflinching and devastating on an amazingly wide variety of subjects. About performance artist Vanessa Beecroft, she says “Eating disorders and Maoism seem to share a common ground: They are a form of utopian moral extremism – a belief that, with enough ruthlessness, it is possible to achieve perfection.” Several articles later, Edna St. Vincent Millay “now seems as ersatz as the high-flown pastiche that A. S. Byatt supplies in wholesale quantities for her imaginary Pre-Raphaelites.” I don’t know whether Byatt or Millay comes off worse… and I love every minute of it.
Secretly Ironic 