After the Party is Over
So the champagne glasses have been sipped and re-filled, the backslapping and congratulations have been exhausted. The corporate chalice has been raised to glory and extravagance. The last night at Mercedes-Benz New York Fashion Week at Lincoln Center has ended. Millions of dollars have been spent, countless thousands of ‘wannabe’s’ have had their moment in the sun, strutting and posing for the media. Feeding this hungry and insatiable audience of ‘fashionistas’ is expensive, but the benefits are immense, for some. Tonight in New York City, life, as we know it, goes on.
Columbus Circle Subway Station
Love this post, the essence of which is very topical for me at the moment! I wasn’t there but your writing sums it up very effectively I am sure! As ever I love your highlighting of the extremes we live around, there in NYC and here in London, indeed all around the world!
Thank you Peter. It is an epidemic of bubonic proportions. Rather like the plague doctors of the 14th century, strange men in badly fitting suits with strained pointy faces run around being pointless and offering false hope for the affected. I think they call themselves ‘Politicians’ these days.
Thank you for yet another of your great contributions to inform about inequality and poverty – in our so-called rich world …..
You are very welcome. I refer you to my answer above for my thoughts on the situation.
Probably a few empty souls at the show. A few people who are satisfied with life on the street not having to worry about wearing the right shoes. Such is life. I thought the photos you posted of the show models were very nicely done.
Thanks, good point about the ‘shoes’ I never quite thought about it that way.
Well said, dichotomy or not! A moving photo and the backstory adds another dimension.
Thank you. Funnily enough, I took this photograph as I was making my way home after the last night of Fashion Week at the Lincoln Center. I doubt that the champagne glasses had even been collected let alone washed when I took it. It can be like living in two different worlds sometimes in New York. And the stunning thing is that neither seems to care about the others existence. Thanks for your comment.
Thank goodness someone is paying attention! It’s like that here in Memphis too, but the haves are not quite as wealthy as NY in Fashion Week.
being far too much of a country bumpkin I had to look *dichotomy* up……glad I did as it was exactly the kinda word I would have used to describe your inspiring work. So there were have it – learnt and saw something new today, happy days ^-^
Happy days indeed. Between you and me I had to look it up too. It is a glorious word (thank you again Patti) and one I shall now be using a lot more. Thanks for the comment.
Inspiration and desperation … a dichotomy. Yep. I reckon it is. And, BTW, it’s a damn good ‘un too!
Thank you George.
Just acknowledge and accept the well-deserved praise for doing something pretty amazing and for doing it so well.
I accept, very humbly. Thank you.
Anton, the inspiration and desperation in the dichotomy of your work is truly inspiring.
Wow, thank you Patti. Dichotomy is my middle name. Obviously that is flippant, my apologies. I always find praise hard to deal with, but it is very welcome.