reinventing chances
Monday, February 25th, 2008you know.
the few minutes it takes for the desert sun to overwhelm the heavy drapes that dull its shine in this apartment is a sign.
you know it’s gonna be a good day.
is this really a fresh start? does it matter? it’s a start- and that’s probably all we can stand to hope for. a start.
how it begins is– well, that’s beside the point.
it’s been 14 days since i got here. i was told this was far from the place i’d dreamed about but- somehow, this stewing broth of asian and european cultures seems exciting.
tall men speaking in tongues at the mall, cabdrivers who respond to your directions in an encrypted mumble, a flood of cars coming through towers built in the architecture of designers trying to one-up each other, buildings everywhere cropping up so fast they seem like dunes that shift in a sandstorm, girls in subtle couture walking through shops touting tax-free wares 18 hours a day and local girls covered up in their elegant abayas and designer jewelry making me wonder why they mask their faces within those black veils- and i think i’ve figured out why. the ones that take down the covers on occasion are so stunning that if they leave it off- men would fight wars of possession, enthralled by their breathless beauty.
the days start at 6am- thick fog obscuring the skyline, filling up the spaces left by traffic on the road. and they end late.
i’m struggling with writing the project brief for a portal that envisions vivid connections between the girls and boys that queue the clubs here. open from 10pm to 3am, they serve the drinks, light up the eyecandy and leave you with the inspiration of a chance to know each other’s names. from denmark to london, hongkong to moscow, australia, germany and the united states- they descend on the dancefloor with the princes of arabia, swaying to the beat of heart-pounding electronica .
masih asks if I wanted to come to Armin Van Buuren’s gig this friday, effectively derailing my train of thought. he says that knowing the market is half the job done. maybe he’s right. but i gotta get this paper finished before the day ends.
project brief: outcomes and objectives, deliverables, the scope, approaches and assessments. 7 hours to go.
i should hop to it.
4 weeks ago, the soul was aimlessly floating on the open sea, a ship without a rudder. is this any different?
it’s a start. a chance for one– and i’ll take it.
