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Whatever happened to the rigorous criteria of fashion and hard-earned credentials of its designers?
Or for that matter artists, writers, chefs, political commentators, spiritual guides and so on and so forth…
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players”
A citation that needs no introduction, and even while William Shakespeare was making metaphorical reference to the transient nature of life, she couldn’t help but find in those words, a striking appositeness to the artificiality…
“No one has the right to tell us what we can and cannot do with our own bodies,” her friends bellowed in near perfect unison, the moment she voiced her ambivalence toward the possibility of the illegalization of abortion in the United States, yet another expression of a fast-growing trend of draconian measures being imposed on people by democratically elected governments and supreme courts…
(“I feel, therefore I am”)
“Me, Me, Me, I, I, I”;the biggest ever obstacle to a happy life Not to mention a respectable one, she thought out loud, reflecting upon the various people she knew, herself included, who periodically availed of the services of one or another new age self-help or spiritual ‘guru’…
“Relax, it’s ok to want to kill most people; it’s just not ok to actually do it” famous last words, spoken in a semi sober condition at one of the many evenings of forced merriment…
Whatever happened to those little girls Maurice Chevalier sang of in Gigi, who “grew up in the most delightful way”?…
‘Simplicity is the ultimate (form of) sophistication’ famously said by 16th century painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor and architect, Leonardo da Vinci, for whom one might reasonably assume that simplicity was an elusive quality…
and thus, she woke up with a start, the sounds of “jaldi, jaldi, niklo niklo” (‘quickly, quickly, get out, get out’) ringing wildly in her ears, visions of being forcibly ushered out of two of the holiest temples in India dancing before her eyes, and in their wake, bringing forth a deluge of tears of laughter that emptied her of the last vestiges of existential angst, which she had been struggling to evict for many years…
She hadn’t realized she was staring, until he looked up and caught her gaze with his own, his eyes deathly pale and still, almost perfectly consonant with the expressionless face onto which they appeared to have been sculpted, yet somehow alive and alight…