November 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
An hour into the lesson:
Trying to decide what happens to imperfect Hermès bags.
Much discussion around industry environmental regulations. Burning is not a legal option.
Leave class with a feeling that there exists some “Mecca of Hermès”, some nirvanic evolution of Chernobyl, wherein vast buildings shiver, filled to explosion capacity with pock-marked crocodile skins and saddle weaves with slightly flawed structural tension. Nuclear waste.
One day the Chinese will discover this mecca and unleash factory second Birkins into a hungry market, destabilising the very foundations of the French luxury industry with oversupply and flawed produce. Terrorism.
Screw the environment. Burn the bags. Stay ahead of the Chinese.
Geopolitics. Serious shit, via Hermès.
November 5, 2013 § Leave a comment
Typical Arts student. Fingers in every pie.
Then you decide you want a sandwich.
No dear, you gave up bread and butter when you reached for the apple pastry and whipped cream.
And then you realized whole wheat was more dependable than millefeuille.
And then your millefeuille flaked all over your pencil skirt.
And then you were like “WTF AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE AND MY PENCIL SKIRT AND MY MILLEFEUILLE?”
Millefeuille isn’t even a type of pie.
Typical Arts student.