This portrait, possibly taken
backstage at Burberry, struck
me for an unrelieved incongru-
ity between the figure and ev-
erything else in the frame. I
didn't see one element to ex-
plain his presence amidst the
shabbiness of all around him.
I caught myself, wondering if
he senses this; but one could
see, of course he does. Happy
is that expectant final gulp.
don't you think Youth precludes a certain shabbiness? James Dean comes to mind. pgt
ReplyDeleteMy dear PGT, How nice of you to come, to help us through this investigation. James Dean comes to mind for a variety of circumstances requiring mitigation, and if appearing drenched in his own oil on Reata's front porch counts as an example, yes, I think any shabbiness probably did take second place to a certain ebullience often observed at that age. I can recall claiming the same defense for years, however, for the condition of my childhood living quarters, with markedly less success - possibly the fault of a slenderer allowance, which argument similarly fell on deaf ears. Possibly, then, there is youth, and there is fossil-favored youth - have you considered this distinction?
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