Ravished, in America, by India
May. 13th, 2009 09:24 amI'm sitting with my ex-wife Shazna in the cafe at Kinokuniya, the new Japanese bookstore at Bryant Park. It's Sunday. I've just come down through a gorgeously sunny Central Park only marred by... the clothes. The shark-shaped bicycle helmets, the cheap-looking wrap-around "insect" shades, the terrible goatee beards, the reduced colour palette of whites, beiges and blues, the mesh caps and offensive running shoes. Americans dress, on the whole, very badly.

"I really enjoy coming here," I tell Shazna, "but I can't shake the feeling that Americans are living wrong. Their aesthetic of everyday life is simply incorrect. And I can't help feeling that the longer non-Americans stay here, the more they get absorbed into this wrongness, and start to see it as, if not right, at least acceptable and convenient." Shazna knows exactly what I mean. If there was ever a time when there were "beautiful Americans", it's gone.
When would that time have been? Well, perhaps when cowboy movies were all the rage. Or perhaps when the rock opera Hair introduced us to American hippy styles. Now, though, to "dress American" means to dress badly. I've been struck, this trip, by the fact that only people from the Indian subcontinent are impressing me. Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, south of the L train stop, is a sort of catwalk where you're probably going to see the best -- in purely visual terms -- that New York can offer. I did see some people in stunningly beautiful outfits: an Indian mother and her daughter, who had on a turquoise top and a bright red scarf falling across it. The colours were simple, bold and optimistic . Adjectives we might once have used about America we now tend to use about India and China. The pure sexiness of optimism, expressed in colour and form, is now theirs.

Outside PS1 in Queens I see another Indian -- Shazna says she's probably a Bangladeshi -- this time wearing pink and green, a combination filled with the freshness of spring. It's pretty much inconceivable to imagine a white American wearing that combination, and yet it's gorgeous. Somehow I find the colours in subcontinental clothes "chromatically trustworthy". They express not only positivity about the future, but a traditional culture thousands of years long.
I feel the same way about Indian music. The show before the one Aki and I appeared on up at the Columbia campus radio station, WKCR, was called Garam Masala, and consisted of such gorgeous Indian classical music that I asked Gerry not to play any of my music during our interview. I felt it would sound crude and shoddy in comparison to the glowing, throbbing drones, scales determined by the hour of the day, and divine voices in the Indian court music.

So, an emerging theme during this visit: I am totally impressed by people from the Indian subcontinent. These -- not hipsters, not Harlemites, not Japanese art students, not affluent gay couples walking little dogs in Chelsea, and certainly not the weary, nervy people I see on the streets of the Upper East Side -- are the people tweaking my aesthetic antennae here in New York. These are the people I'm noticing, and admiring. Make of that what you will; my conclusion is that I really need to visit India itself soon. Or, at the very least, Jackson Heights.

"I really enjoy coming here," I tell Shazna, "but I can't shake the feeling that Americans are living wrong. Their aesthetic of everyday life is simply incorrect. And I can't help feeling that the longer non-Americans stay here, the more they get absorbed into this wrongness, and start to see it as, if not right, at least acceptable and convenient." Shazna knows exactly what I mean. If there was ever a time when there were "beautiful Americans", it's gone.
When would that time have been? Well, perhaps when cowboy movies were all the rage. Or perhaps when the rock opera Hair introduced us to American hippy styles. Now, though, to "dress American" means to dress badly. I've been struck, this trip, by the fact that only people from the Indian subcontinent are impressing me. Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, south of the L train stop, is a sort of catwalk where you're probably going to see the best -- in purely visual terms -- that New York can offer. I did see some people in stunningly beautiful outfits: an Indian mother and her daughter, who had on a turquoise top and a bright red scarf falling across it. The colours were simple, bold and optimistic . Adjectives we might once have used about America we now tend to use about India and China. The pure sexiness of optimism, expressed in colour and form, is now theirs.

Outside PS1 in Queens I see another Indian -- Shazna says she's probably a Bangladeshi -- this time wearing pink and green, a combination filled with the freshness of spring. It's pretty much inconceivable to imagine a white American wearing that combination, and yet it's gorgeous. Somehow I find the colours in subcontinental clothes "chromatically trustworthy". They express not only positivity about the future, but a traditional culture thousands of years long.
I feel the same way about Indian music. The show before the one Aki and I appeared on up at the Columbia campus radio station, WKCR, was called Garam Masala, and consisted of such gorgeous Indian classical music that I asked Gerry not to play any of my music during our interview. I felt it would sound crude and shoddy in comparison to the glowing, throbbing drones, scales determined by the hour of the day, and divine voices in the Indian court music.

So, an emerging theme during this visit: I am totally impressed by people from the Indian subcontinent. These -- not hipsters, not Harlemites, not Japanese art students, not affluent gay couples walking little dogs in Chelsea, and certainly not the weary, nervy people I see on the streets of the Upper East Side -- are the people tweaking my aesthetic antennae here in New York. These are the people I'm noticing, and admiring. Make of that what you will; my conclusion is that I really need to visit India itself soon. Or, at the very least, Jackson Heights.
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Date: 2009-05-13 02:32 pm (UTC)Generally, though, I agree. Americans are poor dressers. We've really let ourselves go over the past thirty years or so.
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Date: 2009-05-13 03:38 pm (UTC)The NYer defensive reflex for black gets on the nerves, yes. But that's New York: it's a battlefield where people go to earn a living rather than live. Other parts of the country aren't so wedded to that dour nonsense (Charleston, Austin, (http://www.angeliska.com/) San Fran, etc).
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Date: 2009-05-13 04:14 pm (UTC)Where's Constantin Guys when you need him?
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Date: 2009-05-13 03:47 pm (UTC)It's all so ridiculously subjective. If American women did suddenly start wearing saris, you'd probably rock up to tell us all how horrible they were. Do you find keffiyehs horrible on Arab guys? Probably not. Americans could all adopt the Momus mismatch-homeless-guy-everything-too-small-and-ill-fitting-Vladimir-and-Estragon look and you'd still say it looked vile.
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Date: 2009-05-13 04:24 pm (UTC)Problem with Americans is that they aren't American enough.
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Date: 2009-05-13 04:31 pm (UTC)And then you have the portraits of Charles Bird King:
1) (http://lord-whimsy.livejournal.com/347271.html)
2) (http://lord-whimsy.livejournal.com/347514.html)
3) (http://lord-whimsy.livejournal.com/347882.html)
4) (http://lord-whimsy.livejournal.com/348141.html)
But those people see YOU as a bicycle hemlet and fly shades guy
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Date: 2009-05-13 05:34 pm (UTC)The colours you are celebrating are generally limited to the women though. Young Indian males tend to wear bog standard American hip hop wear like everyone else and middle-aged men a standard party uniform of white shirt/black trousers that made them all look like waiters (sports shirts and dark trousers when at home). The older men can look more interesting though, with a mix of colonial-influenced styles and traditional dress.
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Date: 2009-05-13 09:38 pm (UTC)Until the huddles masses cast off the yoke of ethnicity we'll never know what exciting new social forms will be found, or how they will dress.
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Who else dresses well... older chinese women have been amusing me for years! the combo of madmax style utilitarien mixed with teenage girl cute... clashing patterns, walking sticks, some of them walking around w huge bags of recycling cans.... THEY ALSO are amazing. And cool too: if you wave or smile, out of their old wrinkled face usually comes a smile back.
Dominican girls... are looking FLY... they have an amazing look, sometimes. Total Caribbean super model ... done, I'm sure on budget.
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Date: 2009-05-13 09:21 pm (UTC)jackson heights and indian food
Date: 2009-05-13 10:08 pm (UTC)If are still in Jackson Heights and are still hungry, try the Jackson Diner. You will be ravished even more. It is really good and not to expensive.
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Date: 2009-05-14 03:24 pm (UTC)The nike swoosh
Date: 2009-05-14 12:21 pm (UTC)i really feel americans in cities also fear drawing of attention to themselves, as personal space is so limited. We are also wusses. jeans and striped collards shirts anyone?
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Date: 2009-05-14 02:30 pm (UTC)I used to take myself that seriously. But it is fun to have fun. And I looked at what I was wearing: unimpressive. I imagine that girl would enjoy herself at a campfire, but she'd have a hurdle of an ego to get over first.
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Date: 2009-05-15 08:56 am (UTC)i don't like most clothing people in china wear (poorly-done versions of korean/japanese/american style is not my thing), but i love the clothing old people and chinese ethnic minorities wear; i hope they don't die out, but...