Maarja-Liisi kingad

Maarja-Liis Ilus, 90ndad, Tallinn

Marques Almeida, SS 2012, London

Katariina dekoltee

Hiljuti sai käidud Peeter I majamuuseumis Tallinnas, Kadrioru pargis. Muuseumi "valvur" pärandas meile palju mahlakat ajaloo gossipit (ajalugu ongi üks ekstensiivne gossip mingis mõttes?), üks neist selline:

Naistel olid 18.saj nii sügava dekolteega (nibudeni) kleidid, sest lossis oli palav, sest saalis põles peo ajal korraga sadu küünlaid, mis tähendas, et pidu lõppes kui küünlad lõppesid, sest keegi ei jõudnud nii suurt hulka vahetada.

Sellise pragmaatika ahela peale ei suudaks siin 21.sel küll tulla. Ja tänapäeval saavad asjad üldse harva otsa. Valgus ei saa kunagi otsa, ega vesi, ega toit, ega soojus, ega internet... Vähemalt tavalises argitegevuses ei loenda neid ühikuid ju keegi. Valgust ei mõõda küünaldes ega pirnides ja palgapäev on rohkem kui mõnekümne leiva kaugusel.

Oh õudust kui palju peab tarbija sõltuma iseenda südametunnistusest, sest looduse enda mõõdikud on ära peidetud. Selles plaanis on rumal inimene tänapäeval ikka puhta ohtlik elukas. Tõmba ise oma piirid.

Katariina I dekoltee, 18. saj.

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Note to self: ilusate piltidega kunstirepro tumblrid meelitavad ennast küll scrollima, aga ossa kui ühekülgseks, ühesuuruseks ja üheplaaniliseks kõik muutub...

joonistus: Moebius

Tirana majad

Internetis kirjutab, et 2000. aastal valiti Albaania pealinna Tirana linnapeaks endine-kunstnik-nüüd-poliitik-multitask'ija Edi Rama, kelle esimene ettevõtmine oli linnale kerge face-lift anda. Maha vanad kioskid, püsti 1800 uut puud ja vanad majad värviliseks. Eriti meeldivad need kuldsed sügislehed kaame paneelmaja seintel. Kvaliteetne nali.

Raske öelda, kas ise jaksaks sellest festivalist igapäevaselt osa võtta, aga mehe visioon on siiski imetlusväärne. Selle vahtralehtedega maja juures polnud ju midagi kaotada...? Taoline huumorimeel oma ümbruse suhtes on värskendav, eriti kui nö sitast saia ikka ei tee. (Pigem siis juba mänguline s*tt, khmm)

"Being the mayor of Tirana is the highest form of conceptual art. It's art in a pure state." (Edi Rama)

Bad teeth

I was having some wine with a friend at a bar in Amsterdam centre one night. It was one of those 'brown bars' which means not many tourists go there and is normally enjoyed by local Dutch regulars.

We sat next to a lonely Dutch man, probably in his late 30s / early 40s. He had a bald head, wore a sports jacket and had glasses that probably belong to a mid-level office worker or someone from a bank. Not too trendy, with a stainless steel edge.

After his failed attempts in hitting on me, we had a conversation that went down more or less like this:

- Hi, where are you from?
- Estonia
- Aah, Eastern Europe. But you have really nice teeth?
- Yeah thanks... why shouldn't I?
- Eastern Europeans normally have bad teeth, because of the water you know..
- The water? There is really nothing wrong with our water. In fact, it is probably cleaner than in most countries.
- No but I have met prostitutes here that have really bad teeth. And it was in CSI once that they identified an Eastern European girl by her bad teeth.
- What if the prostitutes have bad teeth because of their work... y'know... Do you know what they feed her or what drugs they live on or whatever, to do their job? (I don't but..)
- No, they chose that job, believe me, it's the water. Why would they lie on CSI? Just google it, everybody knows the Eastern European bad teeth come from their water.

This is the distilled backbone of our endless ping-pong around bad teeth. A discussion that never concluded anything as neither side had evidence to prove the other wrong. Except for... we did google it and of course not even an urban legend of that kind exists.

I am not really offended by this incidence as I have come across this sort of random assumptions all the time. In the end, it doesn't matter. A lonely guy who's a bit too into CSI, late night at a bar just enjoying himself. But still makes me wonder...

So I should google 'Eastern European water' whilst I was born and raised there? In the end, which is more convincing? Which gives you a more profound idea of what is going on, a search engine or having my body physically exist in that environment for 19 years?

Of course Google is. If you can refer to a link that says the same as you do, it pretty much closes the case. I know that he knew that what he said was a crude generalization. That maybe there is better water in Estonia and maybe I am not a good example of the general trend. But when he walked out of that bar, he still had stronger beliefs in that CSI episode than he had in a person who is actually from there (and as it so happens – is not a prostitute).

That's fascinating.

Taishi Hirokawa

Moefotograaf hr Hirokawa sõitis 80-ndatel mööda Jaapani maakohti, tagaistmel hunnik Jaapani kõige prominentsemate moekunsntike rõivad ja pildistas poemüüjaid, kalamehi, talupoegi ja muidu lihtsurelikke nende igapäevases keskkonnas. Sigala töötajad seisid rivis, Comme des Garcons seljas.
NY Times on kirjutanud ja teisedki hüüatanud, et ebaõiglane narrimine on panna vaestele inimestele nii luksuslikke asju selga.

Teisest küljest: kas pole see vaprate & ilusate enda kompleks, kes neid riideid niivõrd tähtsaks peavad. Miks ei võiks mõelda, et õnnelikud riided, kellel oli au talupoja seljas olla. Too talupoeg vaevalt usub, et tal just see Issey Miyake'i pükskostüüm ongi veel õnnest puudu. Kokkuvõttes on lihtsalt huvitavad riided ja neid kannavad huvitavad inimloomad, relax.

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