ARRIVALS II

MARCEL DUCHAMP, LA TONSURE, 1919, ManRay

THIS PHOTO OF MARCEL DUCHAMP WEARING A COMET SHAPED TONSURE WAS TAKEN IN PARIS SHORTLY AFTER DUCHAMP'S RETURN FROM ARGENTINA IN 1919. HIS DADA GESTURE WHICH WAS PROMPTED PARTLY BY A HEAD LICE INFESTATION BACK IN BUENOS AIRES UNDOUBTEDLY HAD ANTICLERICAL UNDERTONES , AS TONSURE IS A PRELIMINARY TO BECOME A PRIEST OR A MEMBER OF A MONASTIC ORDER. ARTURO SCHWARZ, " THE COMPLETE WORKS OF MARCEL DUCHAMP "

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ARRIVALS

'ARRIVALS' , PHOTOGRAPHY JASON EVANS STYLING SIMON FOXTON, i-D EGO ISSUE 1998

THERE ARE FEW THINGS THAT MAKE ME AS SAD AS SEEING MY CLOTHES GET CREASED AND QUASHED IN TRAVEL BAGS AND NOTICING THAT A BELT BUCKLE HAD LEFT AN ETERNAL MARK ON MY LEATHER SHIRT LIKE COOKIE CUTTERS DO ON PLAYDOUGH WAS THE LAST STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK. THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK, FOR IF THERE WAS,I WOULD NEVER HAVE REMOVED IT FROM THE HANGER AND IT WOULD KEEP ON BREATHING EASY AND HANGING LOOSELY LIKE THE DEAD PARTRIDGE BY JAN BAPTIST WEENIX. THIS WAS THE LAST TIME I WAVED GOODYBYE TO MY BAGS BEFORE CONVEYOR BELTS BECAUSE NOW, WHEREVER I GO, I GO WITHOUT BAGS AND WITHOUT CLOTHES AND BUY LUXURY CLOTHES AT AIRPORTS. SOME SAY I AM BEING EXTRAVAGANT, BUT NO, HAVING LEFT ALL MY CLOTHES AT HOME, THESE NEW CLOTHES I LATER DISCARD ARE ACTUALLY NECESSITIES, NOT LUXURIES.IF I WERE TO MOVE HOUSE ONE DAY, I GUESS I WOULD LEAVE ALL MY FURNITURE HOME SO IT WOULDN'T GET DAMAGED IN TRANSPORT TRUCKS. MY BELONGINGS ARE THAT PRECIOUS. BEGÜM SEKENDIZ BORÉ

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WORDS BEGÜM SEKENDIZ BORÉ I.T POST #07 SPRING/SUMMER 2010

I AM LEFT-HANDED. SINCE BIRTH. IT'S A HANDICAP. EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WORKS AGAINST ME. HANDS, FOR STARTERS. I HATE SHAKING HANDS. PEOPLE PERFUNCTORILY EXTEND ME THEIR WRONG HANDS AND I INVOLUNTARILY TEND TO SHAKE THEM. ALCOHOLICS' HANDS SHAKE INVOLUNTARILY ! AND BAD RESTAURANT TABLES. AT RESTAURANT TABLES, KNIVES AND FORKS WORK AGAINST ME. I ONLY EAT SEAFOOD, RIGHT. AND ONLY OYSTER FORKS ARE THE FORKS THAT ARE SET TO RIGHT. I AM SICK OF REARRANGING THE CUTLERY AND I AM SICK OF SERVANTS. TO SICKEN THEM BACK, I ORDER MY DESSERT FIRST AND THEN MY STARTERS. AND I PAY WITHOUT LEAVING. I AM A FIRM BELIEVER IN TITS FOR TATS.

NOT TO LOSE MY APPETITE FOR LIFE THOUGH, I'VE FOUND FACTS TO CONSOLE MYSELF WITH. THEY SAID THE LEFT-HANDED WERE GOOD AT TENNIS SO I STARTED PLAYING TENNIS. THEY SAID THE LEFT-HANDED WERE MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE RIGHT HANDED SO I DECIDED TO BECOME A GENIUS. I AM NOW A GENIUS THAT NO AVERAGE-BRAINED RIGHT-HANDED KID WANTS TO RUB ELBOWS WITH. LIKE BACK AT PRIMARY SCHOOL. AT PRIMARY SCHOOL, NO RIGHT-HANDED KID IN HIS RIGHT MIND WOULD SIT NEXT TO ME DURING THE DICTATION CLASS.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE. I COULD HAVE BEEN UGLY AND I COULD HAVE HAD TO FIND LIES INSTEAD OF FACTS TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT MYSELF. 'IT'S THE INNER BEAUTY THAT COUNTS' TYPE OF LIES. TO ENDEAR MYSELF TO OTHERS, I WOULD WEAR LIGHT REFLECTING CONCEALERS AND REJUVENATING CELESTIAL MASKS TO COVER MY INNER UGLINESS. THAT'S WHAT THOSE 'HIDEOUS ON THE OUTSIDE BUT SO BEAUTIFUL IN THE INSIDE' SORT OF PEOPLE ALL DO. POOR THEM. I PREFER BEING THE HONEST TACTLESS ONE THEY ALL HATE AND ENVY. I AM A NICE PERSON REALLY, THEY KNOW THAT. WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME TO GIVE THEM A HAND FOR INSTANCE, I ALWAYS GIVE THEM ONE. I GIVE THEM MY RIGHT HAND. FOR MY LEFT IS MY RIGHT HAND BUT MY RIGHT HAND CAN GO TO HELL. I MEAN PEOPLE. "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE".

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