If there is a factor in the environment that I find extraordinary, social, is the artificiality with which people dress today. Yes, one is invested in a character, every day of your life, not just a matter of a suit of a single color, but as with clothing, there is one for every occasion.
This is so not bad, it is quite justifiable that the external appearance (cónstese which included verbal, nonverbal, manners, etc.) is part of the personality of each, and as we are social beings, we tend to cohesion social, to form and join groups. As Generally, this would not be bad, but it would be useful and even necessary in the formation of the personality of the people.
Now if we take as a base that is a very serious crisis of self-esteem among the people, A plus B has resulted in disaster. Subjects are exposed to the imperative need to join groups to feel involved somehow in the world around them. And since the trend indicates that everything must be quick, usually one thinks, meditates, pauses a second to think what horns are doing and buying what the market gives you, because if there is something fantastic in the world is that for each business is a market. And the appearance and behavior are not excluded.
look at how the original, both in the way you look, behave, be, is in crisis. Dress and undress teens trends in months, and what is worse, that horde of teens twenty, thirty, forty and fifty years is not very different.
would have expected that this slow revolution of the existing models of life in the West allow the diversity and freedom. But on the contrary, it is increasingly clear that intolerance and violence wins the spaces between people. This, as seen in every corner you look, evidence of the death of the dream of two centuries ago, of a world of equals.
A funny story about the stars long ago, a renowned singer and composer of Italian origin. Luca Prodan had migrated to the Abasto, where he taught the depths of his being.
is 1985, Sumo is presented in one of the places he grew up: Café Einstein, owned by his friend Chabán. A horde of fans will be crowded until he could not breathe in the club, cheering for the departure of his idols, ready to enjoy another feast of rock that gives the band. Leather jackets, studded belts, borcegos, black shirts, they all share it. All. And as history teaches Roman army, nothing delivers more than a standard membership.
Army finally go out to his prophets, and the confusion and laughter and confusion wins the expression of all envestida faces in uniform. Luca walks slowly and cute faces, only fitted with a pink gingham dress, a pair of worn borcegos and shot glass of whiskey.
If anything characterizes Prodan in this, his third and final stage, an artistic level, is that he has lost his temper and throws a deranged truths. He finishes his drink and shouts at the audience, spitting fury and could, therefore fire. Yells that sees armies of repressed thoughts and feelings, blurred copies of something they see and want to be. Lift the hem of her dress and screams unabashedly still a dress, he is a genius, while they fail to be people, because they dare to be themselves. They say that only fools and drunks tell the truth, and who else crazy and drunk peeling.
"Fuck you!", And the show begins. Blonde Tarada
Concheta Faces, looks Berret
and men embedded in Fiorucci.
hear "gimme" and "I" and "no mess"
"I liked the new Bertolucci?."
calibrated
The blonde, tan, dull,
I said "Why do you pelaste?"
And I "On the disgust that gives your company.
hair today for how much you spend?" A pseudo
punkito, with the accent finite
want to make the bad guy. Twist
mouth, little hair is arranged,
you have a drink and return to Belgrano.
Basta! I'm leaving, headed for the door and then bowling
the corner
to take a gin people awake.
Now that's Argentina!
Aloha!
PS: The show ended with violence and arrest. That's a show.
PD2: I recommend the album Beautiful Losers, a great album compilation of things when Prodan had just arrived here and had settled in Cordoba.
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