an ode to Lacroix

although the only piece of Christian Lacroix i own is that Evian bottle he designed in 2008,
i am nevertheless very upset that they have become latest victims of the global financial crisis
or, the GFC as Ross Gitins so archly put it

see when Six Flags was threatened i was not happy, but i was philosphical
'ya too bad these things happen'
couldnt care less about Krispy Kreme or Starbucks (especially now that they ve stopped selling green tea lattes)
and anyway, they were big conglomerates
(okay maybe not strictly but almost)

but it always upsets me when talent becomes threatened by real life
see, to explain why i m so upset by this Lacroix incident
i have extrapolated it as such.
its become representative of our world
like that classic tragic story of a dreamer who has to cave into the mundanites of real life and work. and then die. very unfulfilled.
not cool.
sort of like if gatsby was lacroix and daisy was the business
okay i doubt i m making sense anymore, but whatever, its poignant.

and Christian Lacroix is nothing but creative genius

i mean, didnt everyone love Pucci till 05. (and then in 08 but thats another story)
plus his fall 2007 couture collection is one of my most fondly remembered
sigh






i guess the romance really is dead
killed by ugly money

ugly ugly ugly
money is so sordid

its like this
versus this


k forgive me
i killed a mutant massive spider who escaped into my room by spraying it with a full can of Mortein
inhaling the stuff always makes me garrulous

k i m off to keep in storage my Lacroix bottle
who knows
it might become an even bigger collector's piece in the future

or not.



<3