“the hipster represents the end of Western civilization—a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the ‘hipster’—a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.”—Douglas Haddow, in Adbusters #79, via Vanishing New York (via sangennaro) (via ericlodwick)
“Under the guise of “irony,” hipsterism fetishizes the authentic and regurgitates it with a winking inauthenticity. Those 18-to-34-year-olds called hipsters have defanged, skinned and consumed the fringe movements of the postwar era—Beat, hippie, punk, even grunge. Hungry for more, and sick with the anxiety of influence, they feed as well from the trough of the uncool, turning white trash chic, and gouging the husks of long-expired subcultures—vaudeville, burlesque, cowboys and pirates.”—
(I know it has been quoted elsewhere in relation to the New York variation of these species, but I’d like to report this new class of lukewarm larva has been identified in other big cities en vogue like Sao Paulo as well)
“I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life’s experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life’s experiences would be a great mistake.”—Luis Miguel (via thresca)
For many years, Mr. Ralph Hull, the famous card wizard from Crooksville, Ohio, has completely bewildered not only the general public, but also amateur conjurors, card connoisseurs and professional magicians with the series of card tricks which he is pleased to call The Tuned Deck. […]
Like much great magic, the trick is over before you even realize the trick has begun. The trick, in its entirety, is in the name of the trick, The Tuned Deck, and more specifically, in one word The.
“Myth expresses in terms of the world - that is, of the other world or the second world - the understanding that man has of himself in relation to the foundation and the limit of his existence.”— Paul Ricoeur (via haraya) (via nbr)
Maybe it’s time to let TV go. We could heave an end-of-sitcom sigh, run the closing credits and mount the color bars for good. Would a single teenager tune in for the finale?
But just because television is dying as a commercial enterprise doesn’t mean it has to die as an art form. For producers looking to energize dramas and sitcoms, here’s one solution: set more shows in the ’50s, ’60s, ’70s and ’80s — eras when TV wasn’t dying.