Showing posts with label futurism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label futurism. Show all posts
10 May 2010
The future of fashion is the past.
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Olivier de Vries
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23:15:00
This is way less ridiculous than you might think. Just look at the guy's outfit at the end and realise that every webmaster you know looks like this, except all the gadgets are smaller. That's how the thirties envisioned the neckbeard they knew was coming, instinctively. Women in shiny, metalic dresses? The same outfit throughout the day? These guys knew exactly what was up. There's way to much pointing out of the obvious failures. We forget that the reason we don't have rocket cars isn't because we don't want them, it's because they're too expensive, ridiculous and unsafe. So many of these things are more cyclical than we'd like to admit. Imagine sitting in the sixties movie version of H.G. Wells' time machine and looking only at beard fashions from circa 1880-2010: Seeing unkempt muttonchops degrade to pencil thin mustaches, to clean shaven, to hippie hair, degrading into sideburns, back to mullets and 'taches, on to gelled tops and goatees, to resurgent neckbeards and permastubble.
Labels:
80's,
Fashion,
futurism,
Hippies,
I smell testosterone,
reality,
sands of time,
Science
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29 Jan 2010
I'm not angry I'm disappointed 4: Living in a mediocre world
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Olivier de Vries
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01:50:00
The inability of the powers that be not to take themselves seriously has led to, what in my opinion is the most fertile artistic period since the 1960's, that is if you can stand the irony. It's so difficult to be authentic when everything seems so reminiscent of a sitcom. The only defining paradigm is if you mean it seriously. Because if you do, and it's not great, you've failed. In fact it's a lot easier not to take it seriously at all. I think it's one of the main reasons there's so much weird Nerd culture leaking into the main stream these days. It's almost always genre fare, but it's still a hundred times better than a sitcom anyone under forty can see is blatantly manufactured. Technology has a lot to do with it, but it's not everything. It just allowed a certain saturation point to be reached a lot earlier than it would have otherwise. Information itself has become a different animal. At the risk of sounding like a cybergoth, it's like it's becoming self-aware, but thinks everything is either lame or sorta cool because at least it's it's own thing.
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