Fetish
I discovered the music of Rufus Wainwright during my senior year of college, while listening to the school radio station. The introverted, give-me-a-guy-with-a-sexy-voice, dreamy-but-I-wouldn’t-admit-it sucker that I am, I was, in all honesty, blown away the first time I heard Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. Eventually I bought Poses, an album which I enjoyed reasonably and frequently put in my player only to skip to Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. At least this is what I believe – that I know when I became obsessed with the album in its entirety, although plausibly I was obsessed with it earlier. Two-thirty in the morning on the night bus to the small-town world capital of bad music, a trip to the beach in the middle of August. Half asleep and half out of my mind – that is my story.So it was thrilling to learn from the September Fashion Rocks supplement to the New Yorker that Marc Jacobs too rocks out a great deal to the music of Rufus Wainwright. Consequently, my addiction is Marc Jacobs’ muse and crush. Insert a charming picture of the two boys and an endearingly inspiring story of artistic vision and creativeness in the laid-back language of modern culture and we are on the same page.
I was happy to share an inspiration with a famous designer. Someone might ask me one day why my role models include designers and not prominent economists for example, given that this girl is aspiring to be a successful academic. Luckily, this time she has an answer. I already am in academia; whether I am good at it does not make a big difference, since it looks like this is what I am best at. If I am going to try to build role models, it seems more reasonable to look for them outside of what I already am. I will never turn into my role models, unless they were chosen wrong. They are unattainable, different. Save my role models for the days when I feel that I have to discover new parts of myself, parts I only hoped existed. As for everyday things, what I actually am, I can work on being better at it on my own; I know where I should be going with it. I need other, distant people, to teach me about their unfamiliar lifestyles because this is what I am incapable of discovering on my own. Call it my little celebrity fetish.
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