sugar//mercy//acid//rain.
Random musings on and various forms of art & nonsense. Matters of relevance: music of the independent persuasion, eclectic art, aesthetically appealing photography and poetry, high fashion contrasted with street style, far-away places, and the occasional bit of oddly interjected collarbone porn. On especially strange days, I might talk about myself, but that is usually a poor course of judgement. Burning the midnight oil, forever and ever, amen; and oh: Carpe noctem, darlings.
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The Pathans.
The inspiration for “The Protagonist” from the previously posted uncommon creatures Spring/Summer 2012 collection, by the Pashto language poet Ghani Khan…
“I want to talk about the Pathans, the people I love, which makes my task harder than ever. I want you to love them as I do. But the Pathan is not easy to love. He takes a lot of knowing. His is a most complicated simplicity. I want to bring him down from the peaks of Khyber and the fields of Hashtnager face to face with you in his torn clothes and grass shoes, his eyes full of manliness, laughter and the devil, and his head full of a childish and noble pride - the chief camouflage he uses to hide his poverty and want. Yes, I want to bring him to you and make him talk to you - of his struggle and his dreams, of love and feuds, his field and his watch-tower, his new rifle and his old wife.
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The Pathan are a rain-sown wheat: they all came up on the same day; they are all the same. But the chief reason why I love a Pathan is that he will wash his face and oil his beard and perfume his locks and put on his best pair of clothes when he goes out to fight and die.”
- 1947
