Henry Rollins meets a woman wearing a Black Flag T-shirt in Jakarta. She has no clue who he is. Interesting how a brand can become so widespread that it can lose or have no meaning at all.
“America washes ashore like cultural driftwood in countries like this one. The locals wear and digest it like an imported non sequitur as they walk through an absurdist landscape that used to be their homeland. Driftwood, dead chickens covered in the Colonel’s secret recipe, whatever. It’s all cool, right? Why should the rest of the world miss out on clogged arteries and thickened blood? Don’t hate the freedom!”
(via Vanity Fair, article by Henry Rollins)
Thursday, November 12th 2009 12:49pm