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...exercise in the theoretical physics of fashion by moving ahead as he turns a little backward. He is launching a new line called Permanente, an excavation of his creative past that probably has no precedent in all of fashion. Most designers pack their old work off to some commercial attic; Miyake will turn his attic into a shop that trades evenly between past and present. Anyone who spots a vintage number on a Miyake fan and comes up with the familiar run-on question, "God-that's-beautiful-where-can-I- get-one?", can now be directed to Permanente...
...Semitic Museum houses the Middle and Near Eastern collection. It just reopened its doors in 1982 after a 40 year intermission. In World War II, the museum building was used by the U.S. Navy, and collections were moved to the attic and the basement. The museum continued to operate out of the basement until 1982 when the building was returned to its initial use. Visitors can currently see part of the Salah Merrill Collection, photos of the Semitic Museum excavations at ancient Carthage (concluded in 1980), ancient statutes, and a variety of ancient artifacts such as oil lamps and glass...
Does anyone remember underwear? The boldest of the Wanna Be's prowl thrift shops looking for ancient, bulletproof black lace bras and corsets, which they wear slapdash under any sort of gauzy shirt or found-in-the-attic jacket. They tie great floppy rags in their frazzled hair, which when really authentic is blond with dark roots...
...American trajectory generally arcs into the future, not the past. The nation's promise tends to override its memories. The best life lies ahead, like a highway heading west. There are American ghosts, of course, haunted rooms, secrets in the attic. But the virtue of the New World has always been its newness. "Why drag about this monstrous corpse of your memory?" Ralph Waldo Emerson asked. Henry Ford never looked back. "History," he said, "is more or less bunk...
...also a statement about the ultimate futility of biography on a large scale. The second chapter, entitled "Chronology," gives a Rashomon-like series of perspectives on Flaubert's lifeline, all strictly factual and yet entirely contradictory. Once the big picture is safely relegated to the dusty attic of preceding scholarship, Braithwaite gives us his Flaubert--thin slices through the tissue of the writer's life along various thematic points. We can never know everything about a writer, but we can know nearly everything about his attitude towards trains, for example, which brings us at least that much closer...