It was rough going last night and there was surely something missing. Because of this idler's old man eyes, I was unable to read much of the Proust book last evening, despite my really wanting to. Gone are the days when I finished Of Human Bondage in one evening. Long gone, in fact.
Well, it is morning now. I thought I would finish up on yesterday's post on the so-called "Occupy Wall Street". I picked up their pamphlet, which had a well-designed cover (the reason it caught my eye, unlike the amateurish efforts of the other folks) but its content was the source of much hilarity if one is to believe all their countless demands. Whoever chose all those demands must have been from the other side, because it is at times unbelievable that anyone can read it without thinking that it is done for a laugh or even more strangely is if anyone could actually support all of them (as some are indeed supportable but it is damned hard to agree with the rest, so it negates the whole thing)
Anyway, below is a photo where I have pictured the cover of said pamphlet, along with the latest scarf catalogue offering from Hermes, which I went to while on the (failure of a) search for gloves. Now, usually, you know that that place is very quiet- like a non-tourist church on a non-Sunday day, but yesterday it was 2012, or the end of the world. A small busload of mainland Chinese tourists were there- their loud voices announcing their vulgar presence throughout the store. With their customary disregard for propriety, their number one question, sometimes in English, and of course spoken at yelling pitch, was "how much is this?!" Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, I was even interrupted during my being shown some items by one such Chinaman asking that question, not understanding what it is to wait in line- but, of course, if one goes to Chinatown, one can have the same such experience minus the luxury goods and quiet place part. And to think that Hermes would be one of the last holdouts, but with Yuan being thrown at them (probably, literally), it would be hard for them to stand firm.
One other thing I found strange, or not so strange, I guess, as I have had many such smaller experiences in my life. While I was looking at the scarves (for you, Marjorie, not for myself, although I've thought of it), I found when I looked up from the display that one of the mainland fellows was looking at me- in fact, staring at me with amorous eyes. Well, it was obvious that I did not give him the day, and unlike the Hermes products, I could not be had for money (at least, not his)
Of course, I also looked at the ties at Hermes, as I always do- but the new season had not arrived yet, and it was those from the last time we went there. Most happily, though, I can report that while on the way to Hermes, I had a good look at the racks of my favorite vintage (used is a better word for this establishment) clothing store, and voila, I found a treasure among the junk. Maybe, it was just impulse shopping because you weren't here, but I am sure you will forgive me that. After all, there are worse things I could do, as Stockard Channing sang in the song from a film that was made before you were born.
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| the floor pattern at the Wall Street Hermes store. |
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| two of the printed matter I picked up yesterday on my stroll |
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| the secret source of my sometime tie buying |
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| the sole representative of my tie buying of yesterday |
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