Re: Linder Sterling Q and A in today's Observer (UK)
Oh "that" book is all that she can come up with?
I like Linder
I spent my summer holidays in St Ives every year of our children's lives from 1995 to now. It's a seriously beautiful place. And yes, "mystical". Zennor Head is the place to go.
Oh yes, of course you would. It is incredibly telling that most of her (f)art, in which she portrays women in this distorted way without heads, was bought by no other than George Michael.
No rant about how she misuses dead animals? It is wrong to eat them, but you can misuse their bodies to make dresses out of them? Is that it?
Ah yes, Morrissey and "feminism", good joke. Linder Sterling has developed into one of the least credible people whom you can read about.
To quote from his Autobiography "I nominate "Pretty girls make graves" as the third single, but a bastion of bearded Rough Trade battleaxes drop on me like a ton of beanspouts and argue against a song with a title that would have made Mary Wollstonecraft throw in the tea-towel."
Mary Wollstonecraft argued for educating and training women. For proper women rights, not their right to be f***ed and objectivied by everybody. Of course homosexual designers have picked Sterling's idea up and put a bag over women's head, just like one was put over Katie Perry's head the day before she married Russell Brand. Truely "wonderfully" influencial that Linder Sterling.
Here are the lryics to the song:
PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES Lyrics - The Smiths
Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state :
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"
And Sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh ...
End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust ... "
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really ?
Oh ...
I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me
She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicate
Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith ...
Oh ...