I opened this essay while already listening to the 1976 Neville Marriner Messiah, which has been on repeat for me almost daily the last couple of months. The world is so dark right now that the molten light of Handel is necessary sustenance.
I don't agree with your sartorial assessments. Men's fashions are arrested in Victorian styles that impose ridiculously fitting, uncomfortable, colorless uniforms. The basic idea is to cover up the male body as a neutral background for objectifying female plumery.
I opened this essay while already listening to the 1976 Neville Marriner Messiah, which has been on repeat for me almost daily the last couple of months. The world is so dark right now that the molten light of Handel is necessary sustenance.
Amen. Love that.
I don't agree with your sartorial assessments. Men's fashions are arrested in Victorian styles that impose ridiculously fitting, uncomfortable, colorless uniforms. The basic idea is to cover up the male body as a neutral background for objectifying female plumery.
It sounds like Spencer has been listening to his Tanner Guzy