#hippocrites

We eventually parted ways and grew distant. Mainly because I didn't assign to her 'taught' modules of prescribed personality enhancing talks. No, I don't like vintage. It smells weird and I hate the material. No, I don't like those old bands full of boring white dudes. I don't care how 'good' they were at playing the guitar. It wasn't my aesthetic. It didn't interest me. It wasn't anything new, it wasn't relevant or making a point. It was purely self congratulatory nostalgia for something neither of us had ever lived through. 

It was made of pretense. It was an 'identity' that slotted her nicely into a label she would fiercely defend at the drop of a hat. She'd scoff at 'chavs' walking past her; people who didn't even talk to her, people who probably didn't even realize she was there until she was spitting some basic insult their way. She was a rich girl. It was like watching 'Rebel without a cause' except it was 'Artist without a clue.' She didn't have a point. She didn't have anything to say. One day she started doodling Morrisey and suddenly she was (poorly) making her own clothes, and wearing a short pencil skirt with patent heels, and had pale skin with dark, un-blended eye shadow. One day she was any other rocker kid, the next she was an artist. She was a musician. She was a writer. Most of all, she was serious business.

I suppose it's a little 'not cared for' to say art needs a point, however I'm not an artist. I'm a writer. The different mediums have different ways in which they work. Even Alice In Wonderland had it's point. Had it's method in the madness. I'm also not one for pretense. I'm not good with it. It's often found out and it's ultimately unpleasant. It makes people unpleasant. It's nothing new to me that a now 21 year old white woman who greatly relies on her parents for money lives in a 'notable and supposedly run down' part of London because it's 'artsy'. I highly doubt the normal conclusion of 'it's cheap and dear God, London is so expensive' ever came into it. 

It's nothing new to me that she posts links to facebook about Brutalism and how hideous modern structures are between posts about 'to the new kid at art college application today who had the folder with the Fall Out Boy stickers - you're not getting in.' As opposed to her, the attention seeking, squealing Morrisey fangirl who annoyed just about everyone in her immediate friends group talking about 'Charlie the Unicorn' and 'Salad Fingers'?

How drole that the other young artist dare like something more modern. How dare they not be her kind of moody, egocentric artist.

It's almost like art has more to do with how you draw than what you like.