Reggie + Margaret (phone):
That bullshit about the creative class. What you really have is a bunch of nomads, gypsies, who are fleeing oppression in 21 Flavors…
Mind Control, Advertising, Media, Job Security… These in themselves, except for overt psy ops, have some basic vital function in stable community. Or at least a correlate. In the current psychological environment of corporate push research-based technology and apps, one is, in any place where there is a plugged in TV or radio or a billboard or money to spend, or any tax base dependent on corporate chain store income, you’ll find kids really excited that Outback just opened a store down the street and Bob’s Steakhouse will be on its way to bankruptcy. The community becomes more dependent on gas-based travel to franchise destinations that offer carefully determined portions and prices in an image-managed context - and this is only at the entry level consumer position.
Lexus, BMW, Acura, Toyota, Mercedes at the next. Cars, diamonds, publicly traded companies…
This is the mantra of Fox News Network & the fire under the ass of the so-called Creative Class. Authenticity is not a destination. Authenticity is a relief. What’s ironic about Florida’s superficial analysis is that he stops short in his diagnosis, so he fails to notice that quality of his CC, that embrace of popular culture, whatever the vehicle, in pretended or studiously unfeigned pantomimes, equally common, to demonstrate the performer’s lack of judgment towards the less evolved social critic, or acknowledgment of his fateful ditto-istic roots, the generally gentle and non-violent, tolerant acceptance of all…
The irony is that this is cowardice, the practiced cowardice of enablers, travelers everywhere will recognize this. It is harsh that the graphic artist must work on car commercials or political ads for oppressive politicos, then rush out at six in the evening to sip elixirs with smart and well-dressed culturati. The gambit is a shared willingness to not bring it up, but instead to appreciate, in glorious and fabulously gay sex in the city style, the style a CC displays in her choice of accessories. This is artistry for the Creative Class, not art. How one arranges one’s cubicle is as relevant as an artist’s exhibit design in a white cube…
I think that’s where you see the Truth in Odd Nerdrum’s writings on kitzsche (sic).
No, he is an authentic painter.
That, too. What I mean is that the problematic lineage of the demotion of art to its current status as accessory for the Creative Class. You see it in tee shirts, in toys, in cameras — mostly clothes, knockoff couture or lowbrow, expensive in relative measure to the plights of six billion humans give or take…
More. The nefarious Fact, is that a few of these town-rescuing CCs are simply practicing for their step up into the Art Fair class. Where Art is an Accessory. The stakes are much higher. The wealth is greater. The pack thins. The inherent cruelty magnifies. & moralization & justification are the Mantras…
Fond memories of one’s days in 20’s CC Fun. Even lawyers and techies can play. It is a ripe field to troll for one’s first spouse.
Aw Romance.
At the top, the Corporate/Military/Industrial Complex is sitting, served by house pets and arrangers, managers and attendants, courtesans and dealers, listeners and advisers. The CC will unlikely pass beyond that tier, except by marriage. Everything guarded. Speech not Free. Except for thim.
