killing denouement

Europe ain’t my rope to swing on

Rage Against the Mondays? Clearly these aren’t going to be daily after all – perhaps when I have more work to procrastinate away from? And mhm Mondays aren’t quite so bad these days to be honest. Everyone has fled Dubai back to school or otherwise already, so this Monday, like most days now involves sleeping and reading on the swing and lots of tea and no stress, which makes a change. I should probably use this time to paint, but meh. I have just one more Monday left in Dubai, after which I’ll be in London for a bit before getting back to NYC. My friends have now dispersed to somewhere off Brick Lane and somewhere below Camden this year, so it should be fun. And interestingly, today’s pictures seem to return to what used to be common themes of pigs, Alice, and meat love. One thing that’s a Monday constant (or rather, Sunday night) is the worrying, and this continues, with the impending doom(s) of graduation and visas. I’m lucky in that with a family member working for an airline, I get free (standby) tickets until I turn 23, which gives me just a couple years left to save up and make use of these. Kinda like what la femme is doing, but hopefully connecting with some really rad groups and collectives along the way. Orhan Pamuk means dying to get to Istanbul, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, this amazing typographic map below certainly makes dream-planning easier.

can’t learn a thing from it / yet we still hang from it

Alice gets down

So while I normally never get excited about things like this, these Denise Grunstein pictures found at the artist and his model have actually gotten me thinking about this Friday. Alice in Wonderland is definitely among the trippiest of Disney movies, and is supposed to be fairly revolutionary in original author Lewis Carroll’s hiding of complex and forbidden mathematics equations in it (doesn’t that sound dramatic, now). At that, I’m rather eager to see (Czech surrealist) Jan Svankmajer’s take on it. Of it, he has infamously said that “Carroll is an illustration of the fact that children are better understood by pedophiliacs than by pedagogues.” Perhaps for fascinatingly, he has equally said that “childhood is my alter-ego.” The Disney version was decidedly saccharine, but it has been otherwise immortalised in Charles Manson’s famous quote,

We’re not in Wonderland anymore, Alice.

At that, I’m reminded of the Weather Underground’s infamous co-option and support of Manson’s rhetoric (later to be much regretted) at the 1969 ‘War Council’ in Flint, Michigan (in which they also repped Captain Ahab). In which Bernadine Dohrn (re: the 1968 Tate – La Bianca murders) was said to have exclaimed,

“Dig it; first they killed those pigs, then they ate dinner in the room with them, then they even shoved a fork into pig Tate’s stomach. Wild!”.

Pigs – of the farm or capitalist variety – seem to show up a lot here ouf. Perhaps it was the growing up in a Muslim country lack of pig love? Baby pigs are kind of cute. But then again, all small/fluffy animals or things probably are. Anyway, the quote’s from a really interesting chapter, ‘Excesses and Limits’, in Jeremy Varon’s Bringing the War Home: The Weather Underground, the Red Army Faction, and Revolutionary Violence in the Sixties and Seventies, especially re: the place of violence in the movement. Even if you’re not an SDS kid, promise!

Although there’s the mad fun of cards and tea (a little teapot, short and stout perhaps?) I’m rather drawn to being the twitchy pattery white rabbit (does it have any other names?) that Alice follows down the rabbithole. Mainly because this allows me to wear a tophat (or perhaps a bowler, for want of one) a BOWTIE (or perhaps even several, à la flying saucer, but most importantly for the most excellent Flava Flav-ish shiny purple jacket printed with stopwatches that I found in a Long Island thrift store. It’s rather warm though.

Though it could also be wonderful to wear one of those mirrors that distort shape, making you bulge or shrink concavely, going as those ‘drink me’ bottles of course. Seems like it would be kind of heavy though. And with the weather being what it is and the location secret until the day-of, perhaps it wouldn’t go amiss to rethink this too, ouf. In other rabbitish inspiration, I love these pictures from a masked opera and ballet rendition of the story respectively:

And while trawling for more white rabbit pics, I also came across these lovely ones from a 2003 editorial replete with more pigs and bowties (via foto_decadent)

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