time to start hustlin
I saw somewhere Olivier Zahm talk about how the difference now from 20 years ago is that the alternative or underground has been brought to surface. (This sounded much more dangerous and well put in his french accent.) With blogs, social networks, twitter, gossip pages, and mobile uploads constantly working day and night to create strategically idealized online versions of ourselves, our friends, and people we'll likely never meet, we can acknowledge that we are part of this system. A system where the best in this underground have understood and enacted that in order to be heard they have to enter the machine and then roofie it into thinking it's giving it something completely normal. These acts of self-exposure (whether self inflicted or unintentional), are in part just masturbation of our egos. We share our nights, our likes, our friends, and enemies. What we're listening to and what we (think we) stylishly wore last Wednesday. But where does it stop, what won't you write about? It's different for each person, then I think that's its not at all. It's what you feel vulnerable about that as the producer of your image you keep in the dark.
I can tell about how many people read this page and I although I'm pretty open about what I do with my days and nights, there are some things I think I'll always keep to myself. Yet according to my own rules, I suppose I'll only withhold them until I'm no longer conscious of the way they make me feel.
olivier and his daughter ava
