Say Whaaaa Wednesday... "The Satanic Verses"

I realized I hadn’t post much on literature, besides my own poetry, so for “Say Whaaa… Wednesday” I decided to advocate the need to read controversial books. It seems a stark controversy couples rather nicely with a pleasant story, whether fiction or non-fiction, which always invokes a sense of mischievousness in the reader… oh yes, literature can be bad ass too don’t you know! The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie was read as a sacrilegious treatment of the Islamic faith as Rushdie refers to the Prophet Muhammad as Mahound, which is the medieval name for the devil. The public was outraged and riots broke out in 1989 over the publication of the book where people were killed and many injured in India. Wow, religious tolerance in the world is just blissful isn’t it? I find it ironic so many religions say everyone is equal under the eye of "God"; now wouldn’t that include differing opinions and writers who choose to express their opinions through fictitious novels?

Rushdie did however issue an apology but, get this, Iranian spiritual leader Ayotollah Khomeini went to the extent to issue a $1 million bounty for killing the author, increasing that to $3 million if the assassin was Iranian. Even Venezuelan officials threatened anyone who owned the books could possibly be sentenced to 15 months in prison! The Japanese imposed a fine for anyone selling the English edition and translators were getting murdered for interpreting the book for interested individuals. Major U.S book dealers even removed the book from their shelves due to death threats and Rushdie remained in hiding for almost a decade.

Wow, such hostility towards the book makes it all the more appealing! I couldn’t believe a novel could cause such chaos throughout the world, especially since it was simply criticizing a religious… ohhhh right, I forgot.

My Dear Christian Lacroix

Christian Lacroix has always been a designer who I admire. His devoted passion and love towards a fantasia of haute couture clothing is extravagant. It is no wonder there was a sullen ambiance in Paris during its 2010 Fashion Week; Lacroix recently declared insolvency, the first step before bankruptcy, due to the downturn of the luxury market which resulted in him backing out of the haute couture showcasing. The situation is still unclear but it has left one of the greatest creators out on his own trying to reclaim the brand. For Fall 2009 the embellished material, extravagantly hued with rich blues were extremely concentrated in shape and wearable. Perhaps this was Lacroix way of reaching out to a breed of women who are constrained by financial issues; however, as a mastery of his art he gilded a beautifully crafted wedding gown, a vision of a saint in a church painting.

It’s unfortunate such a brilliant artist has struggled to maintain a label that is utterly luminous in its creativity. His distinct detailing is layered with delights and surprises. He is comfortable in which all the imagination he's developed seems to flow effortlessly out of his fingertips. What a shame the appreciation for extravagant artistic expression isn’t as wholly accepted as Kim Kardashian’s pathetic attempt at constructing a reputable clothing line…

Serene Saturday... Deep in Reverie

*Sigh* the tranquility of Paris France seems to be constantly flooding my mind lately. Perhaps the spring weather has made the imagery of cobblestone streets, historic buildings and parks much more intriguing. I have simply been overwhelmed with the thoughts of living in such a beautiful city where vintage fashion and unique finds are ample, where the leisurely people and beauty of the city offer a sense to sublimity and appreciation to anyone who visits. How can I make all of these assumptions when never traveling there? I don’t know. I guess I feel a deeper connection with the city that I am unable to deny, a brooding relationship that has always been a subconscious acceptance. Wow, that kinda sounds sexual does’t it? Giggity.
For “Serene Saturday” I am simply day dreaming of a life in Paris where I happily work a meager job as the beauty, literature, art and culture is enough to keep me alive. When I dream of a life where money and material objects no longer seem important, where a good book and walk along a old street where art nouveau has crept into every piece of architecture, that's when I made a conscious decision to make sure whatever I do in my life is something that I love.

F*ck It Friday... It's Got to be a Chocolate Jesus

Yummm… you know if the lord was made of chocolate I’d probably be religious. Actually I take that back, there are bigger, and more substantial, issues I have with Christianity rather than the fact that their savior lacks a delicious coating of sweet candy. For “F*ck It Friday” I came across a rather popular piece of work that was showcased at The Laby Gallery in Manhattan in 2007. Cosimo Cavallaro created a 6-foot replica of Jesus Christ hanging from the cross titled “My Sweet Lord”, made of chocolate. The piece was revealed during Easter and stirred up a lot of controversy in the brief 2 day showing. Art Director Matt Somler took down the piece and resigned immediately after feeling tremendous pressure from religious communities.

I am not seeing the big deal here? It’s a Chocolate Jesus, where’s the controversy in that? Cavallaro didn’t through a tutu and paint a swastika symbol on the guy’s forehead or anything? This type of pious suppression is exactly the issue our contemporary world is facing in regards to religious tolerance. Look, I’d like to think I am an agnostic atheist; I don’t believe there is any sort of deity that dictates my life, however, I also don’t believe there is any conclusive argument that proves there is not a god. I am not trying to bash Christianity, well yes I am actually. I suppose I have just grown tired of religious jack asses infiltrating every aspect of our social and political culture in order to ease their insecurities, after all, they have been doing it since the beginning of time. Tom Waits wrote a lovely song about a chocolate Jesus and sums up my conception on the whole matter:

"When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait."

Say Whaaaa? Wednesday... Oh How we Love the Delirium in Animal Rights Activists

I’d like to start off with a poll; Raise your right hand if you like animals, now raise your left hand if you like diamonds? Well, those of you who have both hands up may love Angela Singer’s interpretation of contemporary taxidermy… or maybe not. As an artist from New Zealand, and ironically a animal activist, Singer’s artwork is rather controversial and rather incongruous with her “morals” if you ask me.

As a fur aficionado, I see the beauty in dead animals; I would kill a litter of baby foxes with my own hands if it means me getting a nice shawl. What strikes me odd is that an animal rights activist uses a canvas of dead carcasses encrusted with diamonds and paint. Does anyone else see the hilarious paradox in this type of creativity? I see the splendor beneath animals and their guts and I think Singer’s work is absolutely stunning. I love what she is doing and would love it even more if she wasn’t one of those terrorists in animal advocate groups. However, this is the very issue I am having, what makes me go “Say Whaaaa?” is the fact that she is apart of that self righteous class of PETA bourgeoisie whose wholly against vivisection or dissection of live animals for the advancement of human improvement.

This all kind of reminds me of that old American saying, “A black man can tell black jokes.” Animal activists advocating animal liberation can dissect animals as long as it doesn’t impose on their own morals and lifestyle. Oh my, the typical animal rights advocate sure can justify their outrageous lifestyle and delirious behavior. How strange are the lot of us…

"Trap Lines" By Jenna Reimer

The softest feet are crisply straying
Throughout a dark wood.
Thickets brush against the innocence
Of a young boy- tired and afraid.
Lost amongst towering trees,
The hierarchy of the natural world,
His mind strolls about thirsty.

What was once his open heart,
Caring for the secret livings
Of whatever roams the forest,
Is forgotten; the twilight of a sullen moon
transforms the earth
Into the frighteningly unfamiliar.

A keen wind flays
Screaming trees with a light snow;
Stifling the boy from hope to terror.
A childhood memory destroyed
By a dream of a doom
And a peeling sky that lost its worth
And abandoned him.

(Artwork: "Dark Forest" By Min Woo Bang; www.fineartamerica.com)

Serene Saturday... Diamond Vision

I think we all have a fascination with all things sparkly. That crazy, wide eyed expression I get when I come across something embellished with crystals is truly priceless. Whether its clothing, jewelry, cocktail clutches or architecture, the piece always has this strange allure I can never define; to be honest, I don’t even own anything that is gem decorated in my wardrobe. Perhaps it’s the luxurious connotations associated with objects that essentially “sparkle.”

Even the word crystal exudes a sense of fantasy and imagination. Something that shines, glitters, gleams, twinkles and reflects a light that illuminates a royal image in our mind is incredibly innocent and utterly dreamlike. So for Serene Saturday I am dreaming of living within The Crystal Palace in Madrid Spain wearing a Burberry crystal encrusted trench coat while counting my glorious array of diamond rings and necklaces that drape over my vanity.
Yes, I admit it, I still dream of being a Queen, Marie Antoinette perhaps, lounging in my palace in France… without being executed by guillotine of course.