Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Portraits of inanimate objects: my blaze orange camo-cap. I dunno, I felt compelled to draw it (and color it—the coloring was extra fun). I bought it on an impulse a while back at a rural Alabama gas station late one evening driving home to N.O., and for whatever reason, it brings me great pleasure—probably some deep-seated hick-reminiscence from my rural Virginian youth. Plus, I really like orange, even in its most garish hues. Though I would never wear it out in public, I do wear it around the house with some frequency, feeling rather cozy and pleased. (And it gives me an excellent opportunity to blather on to the girls, "You see, deer are color blind, but hunters are not, so...")

4 comments:

  1. You can bring it with you to Possum Hollow soon. You will fit right in!!

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  2. Wear it in public! Let it all hang free!

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  3. No! No! No! Clothing is language, and some things are best said in the privacy of one's own home. When I wear this hat at home, I'm essentially talking to myself (my family knows to ignore my verbal and sartorial mutterings), saying, "Yes, David, aren't you cozy and pleased, so cozy and pleased, with your pretty, pretty orange..." But if I wore it in public, I would be saying "Look! Look at me! I'm a ridiculously foppish hipster who thinks it's hilarious to adopt the attire of rural white America while backhandedly expressing my ironic snootery towards those very same rural white Americans! Ha, ha!" No, thank you.

    (Forgive me. I've had either too much or not enough coffee.)

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  4. I thought you were a rural white American!

    But it's true, you would have to wear it without irony, and perhaps that isn't under your control? Deep questions here ...

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