Monday, November 22, 2004


Imagine a rainbow made out of grey and black and that's Melbourne fashion. It is so boring and samey and sceney.

Then you get Melbourne Eccentrics and they look like they are wearing costumes. If they are guys they wear bowties. When I was superskinny I rocked that look - it was ok, until i went to that revolting *********************** exhibition where i was in a room with 55 feeble fashion fags all wearing bow ties, it was like EVERYTHING that was wrong with the world,  every fuck up in history and every mistake God ever made neatly placed into one airless room in yet another Melbourne Alleyway.

And don't get me started on tattoos.  Around Flinders Lane I see so many sleeves and chest tatts and have even started seeing a bit of facial tattooing - it's like its kinda cool when you see someone NOT covered in tatts.

Today I saw yet another Alpha 60 rip off shop - Thom Finch - wtf - it looked exactly like Alphaville - monochromatic shit, deconstructed tees, lots of grey, tees with faces printed on them, yadda yadda

I guess even though Melbourne is full of Indie Pop Scene Police and Underweight Style Nazis it's better than any other Australian city cos they are just full of board shorts and bogans. When I was in Perth recently I got confused because there were skinny young guys everywhere and they weren't wearing ******* ****. They are, however, getting their first **** ******* shop so Perth say hello to semi-disposable skinny cut clothing!

Now every hipster has that undercut big quiff lesbian hair - how can so many people trying to look different all look the same?

Thursday, June 17, 2004


Maggie Gyllenhaal in Sherry Baby (2006)

Sally Field in Maybe I'll Come Home in the Spring
Geena Davis in Angie (1999)

Katherine Hepburn Sylvia Scarlett (1935)
Salma Hayek in Frida (2002)

Dakota Fanning in The Runaways (2010)

Often in these films an important image is the humiliating 'after' shot of the self cutting. This display of the female protagonist at her ugliest is a central component of this act of ritual shaming. The visual says "if your beauty made you powerful, then your ugliness will break you," thus paving the way for the redemption story that inevitably follows.

Eva Green in Kingdom of Heaven (2005)

A closely related convention is the act of shaving one's head. Shaving lacks the drama of scissor cutting. The tension in wondering if the protagonist is going to cut her own face is absent but it is a more thorough and dogged approach to self transformation.

Here is Cameron Diaz shaving herself in My Sister's Keeper (2009).
 Now she can really empathise with her cancer stricken daughter. Can an Oscar nomination be far off?

For self cutting afficionados filmic depictions of hair shaving are considered the 'real deal' as an actress can fake a scissored self cut but you can't fake a hair shaving scene. Also with a shaving scene (especially one featuring an A-list actress) the footage must be collected in one take, adding 'realness' to any given sequence. In this fecund estuary of tonsorial fetishism, the stinkiest pool of desire is considered to be Demi Moore's scene in Ridley Scott's G.I. Jane.

This film is also notable for featuring Moore's personal catchphrase. (clip might be NSFW)

The most hardcore are the chicks who hack away their femininity with swords. You know these Ladies of the Sword are really serious because they take time out of their busy battle schedules for an extreme makeover. Nothing says 'Fuck You' as eloquently as cutting your hair with your weapon of choice.

Below is Mulan - Disney's lady warrior from the animated film Mulan.  In the film Mulan dreams of joining the army so must 'pass' as a boy to gain the training she needs. This film has been denounced by feminists for its stereotyping of female domestic passivity. 

Mulan clearly doesn't suffer from these issues as she ends up looking like a hot femme-y soldier by cutting her own hair. Soundtrack by Christina Aguilera. Haircut by Mulan.

Below is a screen cap from  Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc starring Milla Jovavich. This is perhaps Jovavich's finest role as she is merely required to stagger around moaning and yelping for two hours, looking like a damaged supermodel to show the audience that she is being tortured by Very Real Religious Conviction.

In the film Joan hears Voices; They tell her to raise an army, They tell her to ride to Orlean, They tell her to cut her own hair with a sword.


Tuesday, March 23, 2004


"Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne   
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona   
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary   
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still   
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it   
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth   
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint   
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
                                                                                       I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world   
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time   
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism   
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or   
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me   
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them   
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank   
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully   
as the horse
                   it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

"In 1959, O' Hara wrote a mock manifesto (originally published in Yugen in 1961) called "Personism: A Manifesto." In it, he explains his position on formal structure: "I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, 'Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.'" He also says, in response to an academic over-emphasis on form, "As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it."


Thursday, March 11, 2004


Within minutes we were waist deep in the water. I removed my current season Fangini brogues from Isetan in Shibuya, as the water would have turned the leather into cardboard. It was a smart move saving my shoes but water was icy cold and made my feet feel like they were burning. It was unbearable.

The light globes started popping. It made a terrifying sound.

One of the glass cabinets shattered as water made the lighting circuitry explode. Glass cut my face and my new wooden glasses from Kawaii in Greenwich Village filled up with blood.

My young assistant Rhishannon made a vocalisation that sounded strangled and thin. Then there was nothing... just the sound of water rushing into the shop.

'Rhishannon! Rhishannon, where are you?'
It was pitch black in the shop but I splashed around looking for her. I found her upturned wheelchair, but she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I remembered her telling me she couldn't swim and a chill went down my back.

The other shop keepers in the subway came into Corky Saint Clair. My new shorts from Orlebar + Brown in London were soaking wet. I'm not a shy guy but they had gone slightly see through. However I didn't have much time to really think about that as it was total mayhem in the subway.

The SES  had declared the subway a disaster zone and were sealing up the area. The final roller door was being lowered. We had to decide if we were staying or leaving.

'Corky, please get out of here, you're going to drown!' Jo Jo from the weird 'vintage' shop opposite mine pleaded with me.

She had a saggy sack of stock on her shoulder. I looked at all the shop keepers laden down with bags and suitcases of merchandise, like rats fleeing Ground Zero after 9/11. Crises like this tell you so much about what people really value.

'Come with us!'
'I can't find my work experience girl!'
'It's too late, get out now!'
'You guys go...go on, get outta here! I am not leaving! Not without my assistant!'
I said with steely resolve.
'Corky, don't be a hero!'

I don't even know what a hero is, but I did know that I had to save that gutsy at-risk youth. The roller door was nearly down, in another five seconds I would be sealed in there. Even if I could find Rhishannon, how could we survive?





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