the day started beautifully – some light reading, taking notes and some ideas for book number 2 (oh yes, we have Lots of Ideas and, Rather excitingly, our contract with the Publisher – blush – has an Option for Book 2 so we thought we’d go ahead and write one).
we then spent time with our Correspondence – thank you letters, introductions and “We’d love to meet as we have an opinion on your – insert here – and would love to help, if we can, before we Move to L.A” type. And yes, we’ve become Quite Obsessed by the new stamps and ink pad (this is the car we drive, in our head).
it’s good to have a moment to pause and smile, don’t you think?
at Salon Musa we enjoyed the company of the Very Talented staff (who are all defiantly chic and slim and Japanese and all wearing what-looks-like-Rick-Owens-leather-ensembles).
and then carried on into town to a screening (we adore a screening).
before we tell you about the screening, we’ll just finish up with the photographs while we remember….
and a long conversation about our latest device (the Galaxy Note, in case you’re curious and yes, we love it – we had many a Palm reverie from 1998 PDA-life, actually) over egg roll at a chinese place in the Village.
so – back to the screening.
Ozwald Boateng is interviewed by the (esteemed) BBC here.
and he makes some very good points.
our take on the documentary is this – the scope of a man’s life cannot be summed up in a good headline (although god knows we’ve tried).
Ozwald’s life (the past twelve years of it – while he was being filmed) has been yes, full of drama (and unbearable heartache) and some extraordinary Success and some dastardly bad fortune – not necessarily in that order. It is unclear whether the documentary is meant to give us more of a philosophical view of Success/Failure Love/Disaster Career/Family (we feel sure that it was Someone Clever in Marketing who came up with the “every dream has a price” because it’s not true – one isn’t given gifts just to wait for the sky to fall – but hey, we weren’t trying to see a documentary at Cannes this year either, and they were).
Is anyone’s life a parable, an allegory, a Tale of Some Import?
It’s a Life.
And Ozwald has done some rather Splendid things with it, especially in Africa (and good god, his SUITS are divine – the colours/colors/shades, the CUTTING, the line, the view of masculinity – the wanting to dress Men like Men, not like children – ahem – his view of Americans, not ours, darlings).
But back to Africa.
Do see the documentary if it comes to a Netflix near you. For a couple of reasons. One is the fashion shows (especially, oh – wow – YES – Givenchy in Paris and the promo shot in CHINA).
but mostly to see how Ozwald – flawed and beautiful – like a caged lion – pacing and preening and Trying to Change Things – gets the great and the good of African American Men in Hollywood (a press conference that makes one sit up and weep) and makes a difference in Ghana.
the moment where he stands inside the holding cell where slaves waited before going through the doors and onto the ships to god-knows-where they did not know what Fate would bring – he stands there – his beautiful head bowed from his great height of 6ft 4 – and is completely still.
the whole documentary is worth it for this (and the bit in CHINA and the fashion show in Paris).
but mostly that bit.
that bit we will take to our grave.
a wonderful day.
and there was a chandelier.
it couldn’t get much better.
but we know it just will – isn’t that delicious?