Ex-Dior Homme, designer Hedi Slimane says he walked awaybecause he was unwilling to compromise his principles “"I observed with interest how blurry and twisted everything had become.""I almost feel like I'm a stranger to all this, and totally relieved it has finally come out.I see all this potential and I see squandering God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas waiting tables slaves with white collars Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need We're the middle children of history, man No purpose or place We have no Great War No Great Depression Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars But we won't And we're slowly learning that fact And we're very, very pissed offWhat's this war in the heart of nature? Why does nature vie with itself? The land contend with the sea? Is there an avenging power in nature? Not one power but two?Why should I be afraid to die? I belong to you. If I go first, I'll wait for you there. On the other side of the dark waters. Be with me now."Grown-ups never understand anything but themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again.They want you dead or in their lie. Only one thing a man can do. Find something that's his. Make an island for himself.If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack. A glance from your eyes and my life will be yours.Who were you that I lived with, walked with? The brother, the friend? Strife and love, darkness and light--are they the workings of one mind, features of the same face? Oh my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.So hard finding inspiration I knew you'd find me crying Tell those girls with rifles for minds That their jokes don't make me laugh They only make me feel like dying In an unguarded moment So long, long between mirages I knew you'd find me drinking Tell those men with horses for hearts That their jibes don't make me bleed They only make me feel like shrinking In an unguarded moment So deep, deep without a meaning I knew you'd find me leaving Tell those friends with cameras for eyes That their hands don't make me hang They only make me feel like breathing In an unguarded moment"How many men there are in modern life who would like to see their past burning to white ashes before them!"I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds."Men become old, but they never become good."For every woman you will leave an open door You find yourself thinking why cant I have more? You say theres nothing you can do You tried your best but you were only being youI dont know just where Im going But Im gonna try for the kingdom, if I can cause it makes me feel like Im a man When I put a spike into my vein And Ill tell ya, things arent quite the same When Im rushing on my run And I feel just like jesus son And I guess that I just dont know And I guess that I just dont knowOh no ..The last word he pronounced was--your name.'"I heard a light sigh and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. ..I knew it--I was sure!' . . . She knew. She was sure.I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle.Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn't he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn't. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark--too dark altogether. . . .""Are you freebasing, Michael? Inquiring minds want to know. "I dedicate this moment to those that should know better.This is a lament for the death of my cockThe death of my COCKSore and crucifiedI seek to know youAquiring soulful wisdomYou can open walls of mysteryStripshowHow to aquire death in the morning showTV death which the child absorbsDeathwell mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives lifeI watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable - plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory - any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.How many people had I already killed? There was those six that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500. I took the mission. What the HELL else was I gonna do?Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.LOVEBeautiful loveHey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he'll... uh... well, you'll say "hello" to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you. He won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say, "do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you"... I mean I'm no, I can't... I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's... he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas...PIRATES+++what the fuck brings freedomLOVEwhere does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a prisoner. You set me free.to the centre of the city, at night looking for you........Even the most primitive of societies have an innate respect for the insane.You're crazy!That's what they said about Son of Sam.You know, if there were gangs around like in the old days, I'd be running things, not you. You'd be second lieutenant. You might have gotten by for a while on the Motorcycle Boy's rep, but you have to be smart to run things. You ain't got your brother's brains. It's nothing personal, Rusty James, but nobody would follow you into a fight because you'd get people killed - and nobody wants to be killed.You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. The Motorcycle Boy: If you're going to lead people, you have to have somewhere to go.DOUBT!Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland."Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones."Make your career and your love one and the same. Be prepared for miraclescause when the smack begins to flow Then I really dont care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that Im as good as dead Then thank your God that Im not aware And thank God that I just dont care And I guess I just dont know And I guess I just dont know1:[Art cannot be modern.. Art is primordially eternal]you wanna know something?Every now and then say, "What the fuck." "What the fuck" gives you freedom. Freedom brings opportunity. Opportunity makes your future.Say "what the fuck."... If you can't say it, you can't do it."I prefer women with a past. They're always so damned amusing to talk to."2: You know who you are. ..........BECAUSE women can smell ignorance... like dog shit."One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry."THE DREAM IS ALWAYS THE SAME...................."Young men want to be faithful and are not; old men want to be faithless and cannot."The dream is always the same. Instead of going home, I go to the neighbors'. I ring, but nobody answers. The door is open, so I go inside. I'm looking around for the people, but nobody seems to be there. And then I hear the shower running, so I go upstairs to see what's what. Then I see her; this... girl, this incredible girl. I mean, what she's doing there I don't know, because she doesn't live there... but it's a dream, so I go with it. "Who's there?" she says. "BARTY BART BARTS FABULOUS 5 BARTS," I say. "What are you doing here?" "I don't know what I'm doing here; what are *you* doing here?" "I'm taking a shower," she says. Then I give her: "You want me to go?" "No," she says; "I want you to wash my back." So now, I'm gettin' enthusiastic about this dream. So I go to her, but she's hard to find through all the steam and stuff; I keep losing her. Finally I get to the door... and I... find myself in a room full of kids taking their final high school exams. I'm over three hours late; I've got two minutes to take the whole test. I've... just made a terrible mistake. I'll never get to university. My life is ruined."We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell." “The Duchess of Paduaâ€..3:ALL FOR ONE+++++++++++++..5:Guido: Now you listen to me, you little fuck. Not only you take my two best girls, you call me names. If I didn't have any self-respect, it wouldn't just be the furniture, it'd be your arms, your legs, your head..."Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures."....CONTROL"Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood."
..The party that became so powerful by sinking foreign boats Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes And being resolute in conference with the ad man's expertise The majority by their silence shall pay for days like theseThe right to build communities is back behind closed doors 'Tween government and people stands the right arm of the law And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the Bulldog Breed Is a family without a home and a pensioner in needThose whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV And another demonstration passes on to history Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we can achieve And wearing badges is not enough in days like theseEvil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves.New Dawn FadesA change of speed, a change of style A change of scene, with no regrets A chance to watch, admire the distance Still occupied, though you forget Different colours, different shades Over each mistakes were made I took the blame Directionless so plain to see A loaded gun won't set you free So you say We'll share a drink and step outside An angry voice and one who cried " We'll give you everything and more, the strain's too much, can take much more". Oh, I've walked on, run through fire Can't seem to feel it anymore It was me, waiting for me Hoping for something more Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.The soft fucks++++++++++++++I'll tell you this... No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn.Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called Freedom The dark one, Enterprise We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this... I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate.Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tentsDreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and six-packs of beerJumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in the wilderness.I will never treat you mean Never start no kind of scene I'll tell you every place and person that I've been. Always a playground instructor, never a killer Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over He manouvered two girls into his hotel room One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt She's trying to rie Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games Handsome lad, dead in a car Confusion No connections Come here I love you Peace on earth Will you die for me? Eat me This way The end I'll always be true Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe If you'll only show me Far Arden again. vI'm surprised you could get it up He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt. vHaven't I been through enough? she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed She says her period It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck My chest is hard and brown Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans? That he had wisdom? Bullshit man!One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.Kurtz was a good manI've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.Commerce is our goal here at Tyrell. "More human than human" is our motto.The richest one percent of this country owns half our country's wealth, five trillion dollars. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons and what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It's bullshit. You got ninety percent of the American public out there with little or no net worth. I create nothing. I own.The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of it's forms - greed for life, for money, knowledge - has marked the upward surge of mankind and greed - you mark my words - will not only save us, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA. Thank you.I will not hurt or harm you. Just give me back the board, Lance. It was a good board - and I like it. You know how hard it is to find a board you like.3:THE DOGS ARE BARKING TONIGHTTONIGHT4:Up and over, top to bottoms, window down, door to door, whole cars, back on's, hanging out and getting up. You are all TOY and I wish I knew that in 87What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?If that's how Kilgore fought the war I began to wonder what they really had against Kurtz. It wasn't just insanity and murder, there was enough of that to go around for everyone.As for the charges against me, I am unconcerned. I am beyond their timid lying morality, and so I am beyond caring.No wonder Kurtz put a weed up Command's ass. The war was being run by a bunch of four star clowns who were gonna end up giving the whole circus away.It's a way we had over here with living with ourselves. We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give 'em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies.He was close, real close. I couldn't see him yet, but I could feel him, as if the boat were being sucked upriver and the water was flowing back into the jungle. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't gonna be the way they call it back in Nha Trang.I used to think if I died in an evil place then my soul wouldn't make it to heaven. Well, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here.He likes you because you're still alive.We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene!I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?Someday this war's gonna end. That'd be just fine with the boys on the boat. They weren't looking for anything more than a way home. Trouble is, I'd been back there, and I knew that it just didn't exist anymore.I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me Willard, you will do this for me.In a war there are many moments for compassion and tender action. There are many moments for ruthless action - what is often called ruthless - what may in many circumstances be only clarity, seeing clearly what there is to be done and doing it, directly, quickly, awake, looking at it.On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard, I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the Generals back in Nha Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart.Everybody wanted me to do it, him most of all. I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take the pain away. He just wanted to go out like a soldier, standing up, not like some poor, wasted, rag-assed renegade. Even the jungle wanted him dead, and that's who he really took his orders from anyway.This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in man. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack."The sea rose and fell against the rocks of the mole, making the fishing boats sway, and dark-skinned men were filling them with red nets and lobster pots for the evening's fishing. The water was calm, with just a slight continual change of color, blue and black, darker farthest away. I thought of the expanses of water like this, of the infinite grains of soft sand down there at the bottom of the sea where the currents leave white shells washed clean by the waves." (from 'The Argentine Ant' in Adam, One Afternoon, 1949)"I feel guilty beyond words about these things -- for example, when we're backstage and the light go out and the roar of the crowd begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and adoration of the crowd."LOVE IS THE DEVIL:One man's terrorist is another mans freedom fighter....FIGHT FOR LOVE"Being wild is in their blood Sleep all dayParty all nightNever grow old Its fun to be A vampire"ShiversI've been contemplating suicide, but it really doesn't suit my style, so I think I'll just act bored instead who can take (alt: And Contain) the blood I would've shed?She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease) my heart is really on it's knees but I keep a poker face so well that even mother couldn't tellBut my baby's so vain she is almost a mirror and the sound of her name sends a permanent shiver down my SPINEI keep her photograph against my heart for in my life she plays a starring part all alcohol and cigarettes there is no room for cheap regretsBut my baby's so vain she is almost a mirror and the sound of her name sends a permanent shiver down my SPINEShe makes me feel so ugly my heart is really on it's knees but I keep a poker face so well that even mother couldn't tellVBut my baby's so vain she is almost a mirror and the sound of her name sends a perennial shiver down my SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE----------------------- ------------------------IMAGINE a world without religiondon't settle for the one you can live with.wait for the one you can't live without"That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man."This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night?