Los Angeles, July 12th 2021 01:03AM PT
The First Submission.
This is my third try. Professionally. Do I need to name names? For the last year or so, I have been “Micro-Blogging” on Twitter; not the easiest to do. Twitter is all about SPLASH. As a Doctorate Program dropout I am not sure if I have the SPLASH. At parties in College, I would just vibe in my room, under a black light while Stevie Ray Vaughn played.
Last night, I went clubbing for the first time in a year, in Santa Monica after the McGregor fight in Las Vegas. I just stood there, kind of DRUNK. Trashed. I was enjoying the music. I did not even think to say “hi” to any of the single women there. IDK.
SPLASH, not really me. But, do I say her name? The, Genius to me. She flagged me down, the Writer. Away from Twitter, here to Medium. The shoe fits.
I struggled in College, a Public Ivy. Only to find that the one thing I could not do well in College I decided to do professionally for the rest of my life: Write. And who do I meet posthumously. Young and just dead. One “pop” to the head, at his desk in Colorado — ? Dr. Thompson. It is not easy letting someone like Dr. Thompson go. And I have read other writers write in Dr. Thompson’s voice. Not me. That sh*t is corny. I would fail Dr. Thompson as a writer to write in his voice. Like Gonzo baby talk. No I just wear the shirt. Study the Great. Get lost in his MADNESS.
But no, I have to be myself. Write in my voice.
I majored in Film. Did a lot of Theatre as a Tween. So I have range. As a writer. But because of Dr. Thompson, the objective, and this after College. The professional objective has been to get published. New York New York. And.. write for Vogue. Vogue Magazine, long story.
It is just, idk. The fear about writing for Vogue is the dark side of the fashion industry. Take for example, something I myself decided to take on the challenge. It is classified as a mental health issue but there is probably still a heavy sickness of anorexia. In Vogue. I am not saying that there is, I am just saying that I suppose there is. There is nothing beautiful about the culture of self harm. And I think the “decision makers” know that I know it. And so I have yet to make it as the Gonzo type for Vogue, even though Annie Leibovitz is the premiere cover photographer today.
I have all the creditentials to write for Vogue. And no offense but who gives a f*ck about Hamish Bowles as a writer? André Leon Talley knows how to write, God bless him. I cannot say the same about Hamish Bowles but he gets the job. I do not. Why? Vogue has this whole shallow fad about “color-politics”; I am a person of color. Kind of. At least I am smart and well connected. And all you really f*cking need to write for Vogue is some sort of tape recorder. So you can sit down, with a “celebrity” remember who she is wearing. ???
You know, it is a little insulting. And I am starting to worry. I am starting to worry about the REAL Vogue types like [cough cough] Duchess Kate; ??? What the f*ck does “Kim” and “Kendall” have to give Her Royal Highness through the pages of Vogue? DIVORCE COURT??? Are you kidding me? Do you think Her Royal Highness wants to think about Divorce? God forbid. God forbid. That is why there is a Church of England.
That is my time. My pen name is “ingles” it is French-Armenian after my father, Brassaï. ttyl. \\
