Dandies skull-to-skull
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imomus"I've concluded that it is far better to borrow elements of dandyism rather than merely trying to actually become one. It's far less predictable and far more interesting. Better dandyish than dandy," says Lord Whimsy, very sensibly, in his entry today about London self-promoter Sebastian Horsley.
Horsley, oddly enough, agrees. "Dandyism" completely fails as an idea," he wrote in his New Statesman pan of Whimsy's book. "How can originality replicate to create a whole movement? How can you dress alike to assert your individuality? How, on the one perfumed hand, can you talk about freedom when you willingly give it up with the other ungloved mitt? How can you be unique and yet part of the gang? ...Clownish eccentricity is often a mask for nonentity."
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Since there are none in the room, let's make no bones about dandyism. Dandies -- rather than people who are merely elegant and poised, like Whimsy -- are tiring to spend time with, because they really are larger than life. They glaze over when they aren't talking about themselves. They've arranged everything in their lives (except possibly their accommodation: Horsley lives in a tiny flat in Soho) to be bigger than yours, so the casual trading of anecdotes that happens in any normal conversation becomes a contest in which the dandy trumps you time after time. Eventually you just shut up and let them speak, and it's entertaining for a while because they've collected a lifetime's-worth of Wildean one-liners (common sense turned through 180 degrees to make it "interesting") and insist on repeating them to anyone who'll listen. (This, by the way, is why you should never, ever become a dandy's girlfriend. The repetition will drive you insane.)
Soon, though, you feel energy draining away from you. You start to feel the weight of your own skeleton. You'd rather take a walk through the dusky streets with the waitress, the cashier, the Filippino chef. You'd rather have someone say "I don't really know," and proceed to think things through in real time rather than tug an endless supply of handy, witty, polished me-axioms from their frilly me-sleeve.
That's not to say Horsley doesn't have some good riffs up his ruffs. The strongest are about the universality of artifice, the unavoidability of performance, and the realness of fakery. "Show me a man who doesn't paint himself a face," he says in the video below. "We all perform our lives. Look at the doctors, the lawyers, the accountants, the artists. They think they're real people. They're not, they're just face paint. The reason that I piss people off is that I make the joke explicit.... Because everybody else is just as phoney as I am. I'm just a real fake."
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Like all 180-degree inversions of common sense that depend on the very logic they seem to deny ("property is theft" is another example), this one self-destructs if examined too closely. But never mind, it entertains for seconds before dissolving in the mist.
What's -- for me, anyway -- most interesting about Horsley is his face. Turn the sound down and watch it. Somehow, his face in motion has inscribed in it the entire history of British dandyism, post-punk. He's every sacrificial dandy the British have ever ushered toward the pyre of destruction-for-amusement.
There are wide-stare flashes of his hero Johnny Rotten, and of Rotten's pantomime villain svengali Malcolm McLaren. That takes us neatly to the era of New Romanticism, in which Horsley is Adam Ant without the songs. Then there's the decline and fall of New Romanticism, hastened by Bowie as Screaming Lord Byron, Brideshead Revisited on TV, and Rupert Everett as, well, every English male lead that isn't Hugh Grant. And Horsley looks like Rupert Everett gone slightly Cro-Magnon, or a degraded Peter York drinking at the Coach and Horses with a permanently-queasy Jeffrey Bernard. Then Goth takes over, and you can see it all in Horsley's face, and explicitly in the snapshot of Nick Cave and Horsley in the desert, trying to get off drugs. Then of course Morrissey becomes the big star and Oscar Wilde and Quentin Crisp are everyone's heroes, including Horsley's.
In the 90s he fossilizes into a Dickens character just in time for BritPop, also headed by two fossilized Dickens characters called Liam and Noel. Then, for a blink, new Romanticism is back -- it's called Romo, it happens in the Melody Make for a few months in 1995, and it gives the world Dickon Edwards -- and Horsley can ride that wave too, before jumping off when he discovers Johnny Depp's belated discovery of Goth. By mid-decade, though, he's more interested in being a confessedly-crap YBA artist, collecting Damian Hirst-style skulls and sharks and staging self-crucifixions. As the millennium approaches he becomes a too-old Nathan Barley. Now, just in time for Retro Necro (and to go skull-to-skull with our own Lord Whimsy's Bloomsbury book), Horsley has published a memoir, "Dandy in the Underworld: an unauthorised autobiography" (Sceptre). And for this period, sinking elegantly into middle age, Horsley looks a bit like Retro Necro figurehead Jools Holland.
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The truth is that we British and Americans can't really do dandyism. We're too cuddly, too eager to please, too unscary, too self-deprecating. Our dandyism, as a result, becomes self-sacrificial. We mount the cross before we're asked.
When the British dress up in old clothes they look like genteel imperialists, and when Americans do it they look like traitors to a republic which broke away from Britain's genteel empire. The people who do dandyism best are the Germans. Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria is the perfect dandy, because to be a real dandy you need unlimited power and wealth, unbridled egomania and bad craziness. Recent German dandies include Klaus Kinski and Jonathan Meese. Oh, and mustn't forget that wretch Adolf Hitler. Lots of skulls on his mantelpiece too.
Horsley, oddly enough, agrees. "Dandyism" completely fails as an idea," he wrote in his New Statesman pan of Whimsy's book. "How can originality replicate to create a whole movement? How can you dress alike to assert your individuality? How, on the one perfumed hand, can you talk about freedom when you willingly give it up with the other ungloved mitt? How can you be unique and yet part of the gang? ...Clownish eccentricity is often a mask for nonentity."
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Since there are none in the room, let's make no bones about dandyism. Dandies -- rather than people who are merely elegant and poised, like Whimsy -- are tiring to spend time with, because they really are larger than life. They glaze over when they aren't talking about themselves. They've arranged everything in their lives (except possibly their accommodation: Horsley lives in a tiny flat in Soho) to be bigger than yours, so the casual trading of anecdotes that happens in any normal conversation becomes a contest in which the dandy trumps you time after time. Eventually you just shut up and let them speak, and it's entertaining for a while because they've collected a lifetime's-worth of Wildean one-liners (common sense turned through 180 degrees to make it "interesting") and insist on repeating them to anyone who'll listen. (This, by the way, is why you should never, ever become a dandy's girlfriend. The repetition will drive you insane.)
Soon, though, you feel energy draining away from you. You start to feel the weight of your own skeleton. You'd rather take a walk through the dusky streets with the waitress, the cashier, the Filippino chef. You'd rather have someone say "I don't really know," and proceed to think things through in real time rather than tug an endless supply of handy, witty, polished me-axioms from their frilly me-sleeve.
That's not to say Horsley doesn't have some good riffs up his ruffs. The strongest are about the universality of artifice, the unavoidability of performance, and the realness of fakery. "Show me a man who doesn't paint himself a face," he says in the video below. "We all perform our lives. Look at the doctors, the lawyers, the accountants, the artists. They think they're real people. They're not, they're just face paint. The reason that I piss people off is that I make the joke explicit.... Because everybody else is just as phoney as I am. I'm just a real fake."
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Like all 180-degree inversions of common sense that depend on the very logic they seem to deny ("property is theft" is another example), this one self-destructs if examined too closely. But never mind, it entertains for seconds before dissolving in the mist.
What's -- for me, anyway -- most interesting about Horsley is his face. Turn the sound down and watch it. Somehow, his face in motion has inscribed in it the entire history of British dandyism, post-punk. He's every sacrificial dandy the British have ever ushered toward the pyre of destruction-for-amusement.
There are wide-stare flashes of his hero Johnny Rotten, and of Rotten's pantomime villain svengali Malcolm McLaren. That takes us neatly to the era of New Romanticism, in which Horsley is Adam Ant without the songs. Then there's the decline and fall of New Romanticism, hastened by Bowie as Screaming Lord Byron, Brideshead Revisited on TV, and Rupert Everett as, well, every English male lead that isn't Hugh Grant. And Horsley looks like Rupert Everett gone slightly Cro-Magnon, or a degraded Peter York drinking at the Coach and Horses with a permanently-queasy Jeffrey Bernard. Then Goth takes over, and you can see it all in Horsley's face, and explicitly in the snapshot of Nick Cave and Horsley in the desert, trying to get off drugs. Then of course Morrissey becomes the big star and Oscar Wilde and Quentin Crisp are everyone's heroes, including Horsley's.
In the 90s he fossilizes into a Dickens character just in time for BritPop, also headed by two fossilized Dickens characters called Liam and Noel. Then, for a blink, new Romanticism is back -- it's called Romo, it happens in the Melody Make for a few months in 1995, and it gives the world Dickon Edwards -- and Horsley can ride that wave too, before jumping off when he discovers Johnny Depp's belated discovery of Goth. By mid-decade, though, he's more interested in being a confessedly-crap YBA artist, collecting Damian Hirst-style skulls and sharks and staging self-crucifixions. As the millennium approaches he becomes a too-old Nathan Barley. Now, just in time for Retro Necro (and to go skull-to-skull with our own Lord Whimsy's Bloomsbury book), Horsley has published a memoir, "Dandy in the Underworld: an unauthorised autobiography" (Sceptre). And for this period, sinking elegantly into middle age, Horsley looks a bit like Retro Necro figurehead Jools Holland.
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The truth is that we British and Americans can't really do dandyism. We're too cuddly, too eager to please, too unscary, too self-deprecating. Our dandyism, as a result, becomes self-sacrificial. We mount the cross before we're asked.
When the British dress up in old clothes they look like genteel imperialists, and when Americans do it they look like traitors to a republic which broke away from Britain's genteel empire. The people who do dandyism best are the Germans. Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria is the perfect dandy, because to be a real dandy you need unlimited power and wealth, unbridled egomania and bad craziness. Recent German dandies include Klaus Kinski and Jonathan Meese. Oh, and mustn't forget that wretch Adolf Hitler. Lots of skulls on his mantelpiece too.
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Date: 2007-11-15 11:17 am (UTC)It's not a cliche, its a fact regarding Zimbabwe's past economy. I dont read the daily mail, but I dont read the Independent either... some people's politics arent as simple as that.
" Ok, so you claim under the whites..."
slow down there Skippy, dont start dragging race into this. youre trying to imply that I'm saying is "White people = capable, black people = incapable". thats not it at all. I'm pointing out that Africa has the capacity for change as has been shown, but it's failing because of mismanagement and corruption. You however, decide to take grossly oversimplified self-hating radical liberal view of "ALL THE WORLD'S SUFFERING IS BECAUSE OF CORPORATE AMERIKKKA!!!"
so, you dismiss the idea the US sought to get control of the area and its oil resources?"
Its hard to say. For example, other nations made special deals with Iraq to buy its oil, and if the US were interested primarily in oil, it could have made a deal as well, a much easier route than war. Oil was also more instrumental in creating opposition to the war than support for it, since many nations in Europe wanted to maintain the oil supply they were receiving from Iraq.
I believe that 9/11 happened, Bush kneejerked over "the war on terror" and targeted Iraq and Afghanistan, other nations got dragged into it... they soon found out there were no weapons of mass destruction, there shouldnt have been a war, but instead of holding their hands up they tried to put a human liberation spin on it. That war shouldnt have happened.
"if that term is applied to someone advocating a firm line against explotative global interests..."
No, its about people who advocate communism. Thats what this debate is about. I dont agree that capitalism as it stands is perfect, but it works much better than communism. The upheavel of capitalism isnt gonna create this magical land of pure streams and rainbows, all you have to do is look at communism everywhere else -- the best we can do is protest and vote.
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Date: 2007-11-15 01:07 pm (UTC)Wrong. If you're going to slide into this line that a lie repeated 1000 times becomes truth, you still have 999 copies to go. Zimbabwe 's economy in the 90s suffered more AFTER the country was opened up to the IMF, at the pressure from international bankers. I saw this for myself in fact, in 1996, on a visit there.
Not only that, you have completely ignored the stuff about zimbabwe's repression under the racist colonial regime, which served only the economic interests of oligarchial white ruling class. Instead you are at pains to point out that Zimbabwe was a better /more 'organised' place under such a system. If that is the criterion which seems to demonstrate a respectable, functioning state to you, the only conclusion I draw from such comments is that you are sadly adherent to a colonial mentality which was responsible for the suffering of millions (black) so that a white colonial class could profit.
then you try to wriggle out of it by saying :
"dont start dragging race into this. youre trying to imply that I'm saying is "White people = capable, black people = incapable". thats not it at all."
That is precisely what you are saying.
just read your earlier comments on how under white, racist, european rule Zimbabwe was better until 'we gave it back' to the natives who 'ran it into the ground' (competely untrue as it happens, as the evidence shows). Either you are deliberately being contradictory or are too stupid to realise the inconsistency of what you say.
"I dont agree that capitalism as it stands is perfect, but it works much better than communism. The upheavel of capitalism isnt gonna create this magical land of pure streams and rainbows,"
This really comes down not so much to an argument about capitalism versus communism, but one's ability to respect the rights of others, especially the right to be treated as equals and participate in a society, which is incompatible with suffering unnecessarily so that a minority can profit. This is where we disagree: You clearly feel that 'capitalism works' , as your definition of what 'works' seems to be 'generates wealth for a small quantity of the worlds population'. You conveniently ignore the millions at whose expense the western economy is propped up. The 'first world' are the parasites. a recent study showed that the Uk lives off its own resources for only THREE MONTHS of the year. To sustain capitalism continual economic exploitation of the southern hemisphere and its resources is required.
And we do agree on one thing - protesting and voting are essential. But beyond this is where a crucial worldview difference arises. I believe that society and power structures can and should change and inequality can be tackled. history has shown this. You seem to feel the reverse: that this is pure utopia and capitalism and colonialism are the best way forward. Shame you don't seem to have any empathy with the millions who lose out in that stare of affairs.
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Date: 2007-11-15 01:55 pm (UTC)...the British gave Zimbabwe independence in the 1980s. What are you trying to prove by pointing out bad decisions made after the British werent in charge?
"Not only that, you have completely ignored the stuff about zimbabwe's repression under the racist colonial regime, which served only the economic interests of oligarchial white ruling class."
More like youve chosen to hi-light it when its not entirely related to what I said. Britain was capable of making a much better economy for Zimbabwe than its currently government. Does that mean I necessarily advocate their colonial methods? No. It means that the resources and potential for success are there, but arent being met because of corruption and mismanagement.
"This really comes down not so much to an argument about capitalism versus communism, but one's ability to respect the rights of others, especially the right to be treated as equals and participate in a society"
Never going to happen unless you strip humanity of everything that makes it human. We're animals and we arent all born equal. Some are born more beautiful some are born more intelligent. Are you also arguing that people should be stripped of their individuality to create equality? What you're ultimately advocating is we create a society of clones and robots.
There will always be someone with "more" than the next person. Life isnt fair.
"You conveniently ignore the millions at whose expense the western economy is propped up."
Whos mouth are we stealing food from exactly? You havent given any examples. Just because we're rich enough to import our energy resources doesnt make us parasites, infact some what argue that stopping trade with the 3rd world would be detrimental to them.
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Date: 2007-11-15 11:04 pm (UTC)sorry, should have clarified that point a bit. I was trying to illustrate how things went downhill (again) after the IMF got involved and zimbabwe moved away from socialism. that move to capitalist values probabbly did more damage to their economy than anything else.
"Britain was capable of making a much better economy for Zimbabwe "
Not true. it enriched the few at the cost of the many. that is not a 'better economy'.
"Are you also arguing that people should be stripped of their individuality to create equality? What you're ultimately advocating is we create a society of clones and robots."
It's not about reaching the extremes you paint where everyone is identical and has the exact same amount of wealth. it's about self determination, participative democracy and not allowing big business to do what it wants. That is not the same as promoting 'clones' and uniformity. the first world has to stop treating the rest of the planet as if it were its personal property.
"Whos mouth are we stealing food from exactly? You havent given any examples."
European and US corporations have been exporting all the wealth from south america for decades if not centuries. Banks have been getting richer off third world debt. UK, French and US arms industries continue to get fat off the back of conflict in the middle east, iraq and elsewhere.
as for stopping trade with the third world, even oxfam have complained that those countries don't export hardly any of their products and food due to the perverse form of 'socialism for the rich' in place in the richer countries which impose high tariffs and subsidies in their little 'club'. and then, (when the third world is not competing on a level playing field), the hypocritical right wingers call africans scroungers who can't 'sort themselves out' and live on handouts!