Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Origins of Wednesday lxxvi: Jamie wears a cinder in his eye






Jamie, the name the editors accept
for a menswear model on-line these
days, is wearing a sweatshirt by a
designer whose name escapes us and
a T-shirt by the redoubtable Gior-
gio Armani. Doubtful as it may ap-
pear, in the bucolic setting where
he finds himself, he seems to have
drawn a cinder to his eye: a local
blaze, presumably its contributor,
or possibly dozens of them, aloft.






Contrary to Republican dogma, such
carbons aren't actually all rinsed
offstage by the janitorship of our 
Lord, but hover, atmospheric mael-
stroms, settling at random here or
there, dispersing their benevolent
kernels where they may. The coming
weekend is the anniversary of that
carbonizing celebration, for which 
inely appointed as witness, of the
indomitable valor of white racism.
This year the same troupe will re-
convene, more auspiciously than we
can calculate, at the White House.
Tourists are urged to bring visas,
and a damp gym towel, if possible.






















Cy Twombly
The Four Seasons
  Summer
1993-1994
Collection MoMA