The Devil Wears Details [Writing]
I want the devil in the details: coherence, clarity, a voice, a story, the right word at the right time. It's those small things that make up the whole, and it's those same small things that are the hardest to get. Minimalism isn't just about eliminating clutter, is it. It's about a perception tilt-shift, and fuck if those minimalist pieces aren't the most expensive and difficult to acquire.
I don't merely want to be a writer. I want to be the mover of people and things and mountains. I want to get under the skin and direct the flow of blood cells, hidden in plain sight. I want words to have meaning long after they've lost their function.
I watched The Devil Wears Prada, an unimpressive film (with the magnificent Meryl Streep) until just recently when it became relevant to my interests. I work in the "industry" now, and I understand the ecosystem, but I question myself a little bit every day. How does staying in the Industry contribute to me inching slowly towards my goals?
And so what if it takes a Miranda Priestley to help me figure things out?
Aside from thinking hipster thoughts, I also engaged in satire during the weekend. Full disclosure, though, I'm a fan of the fashion industry, no matter how much I shit on it. I got my friends to pose for my fashion fauxtography.
| Model girl. |
| Shopping mannequin |
| Great weather today. |
It's a little early for me to tell which way to go from here. For now, let's just say I know exactly where my next 10,000 footsteps fall.
My next post won't be as cryptic. I promise.
Comments
Post a Comment