Busy little worker ants...

Ok, so I'm not sure if your all aware of this, but there has been quite a bit of commenting activity going on and I'd like to draw your attention to it! We've been particularly busy on the Is fashion evil? post which seems to have got a few of you going.

Now the reason that I've set aside today's post for this is not because I'm lazy, don't have anything else to say, or aren't feeling particularly inventive because I haven't had a cup of tea yet, but because I do not wish this site to become another form of dictation, that my opinion overshadow everyone else... We are on an equal platform here and I only wish to insight debate.

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So, here's what I've got for today (yet another quote from the wonderful Fight Club - valid none the less)

'I see the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived, and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables... 

Remember this... 

These people you are trying to step on, we're everyone you depend on. We're the people who do your laundry and cook your food and serve your dinner. We make your bed and guard you whilst you're asleep. We drive ambulances. We direct your call. We are cooks and taxi drivers and we know everything about you. We process your insurance claims and credit card charges. We control every part of your life.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't.

And we're just learning this fact... So don't fuck with us.' 

So is this something that can be applied to the fashion industry, and if so how far do we agree with it?

Chuck's ponderings on life...

Without just one nest

A bird can call the world home

Life is your career

 - Fight Club : Chuck Palahnuik - 

The world of commercialisation, in which we live...

'Something which was a bomb, a big bomb, had blasted my clever Njurunda coffee tables in the shape of a lime green yin and an orange yang that fit together to make a circle. Well they were splinters, now. 

My Haparanda sofa group with the orange slip covers, design by Erika Pekkari, it was trash, now.

And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue.

We all have the same Johanneshov armchair in the Strinne green stripe pattern. Mine fell fifteen stories, burning into a fountain.

We all have the same Rislampa/Har paper lamps made from wire and environmentally friendly unbleached paper. Mine are confetti.

All that sitting in the bathroom.

The Alle cutlery service. Stainless steel. Dishwasher safe.

The Vild hall clock made of galvanized steel, oh, I had to have that.

The Klipsk shelving unit, oh, yeah.

Hemlig hat boxes, yeah.

The street outside my high-rise was sparkling and scattered with all this.

The Mommala quilt-cover set. Design by Thomas Harila and available in the following:
Orchid.
Fuschia.
Cobalt.
Ebony.
Jet.
Eggshell or heather.

It took my whole life to buy this stuff.

The easy-care textured lacquer of my Kalix occasional tables.

My Steg nesting tables.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple of years your satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handed. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug.

Then your trapped in your lovely nest, and the things that you used to own, now they own you.'

- Fight Club : Chuck Palahnuik -