"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
by, 2nd August 2012 at 10:08 PM (4685 Views)
For those old enough to remember broadcast TV, the opening sentence of William Gibson's Neuromancer gives some idea of what I had hoped would be the opening of Narciso Rodriguez for Him. But instead of being launched into a moody noir experience, à la Gibson, what I got was more like actually watching TV static--an opaque and inert sensory subject suggestive of nothing. Having read of this frag's now-famous "wet concrete" accord I expected a really compelling abstract/inorganic threnody. But it's so wretchedly uninspiring--three in the afternoon, light drizzle, the loading dock at Home Depot.
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