Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Channeling Spencer Tracy
I am busy committing Trad heresy this week — digging out the double-breasted and darted, the pleated and somewhat spread in the collar.
Longwing thinks I look like Spencer Tracy. All things considered, I'll take it.
The suit is a Hickey Freeman I picked up on eBay for a song a few years ago and forgot about. I had the alterations lady twiddle it recently, and here we are.
Garbage can by Rubbermaid. Think of it as my nod to the "pylon poets."*
* described by the Poets' Graves website as a "group of 1930s left-wing poets including W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender, Cecil Day-Lewis and Louis MacNeice. They were known for their use of industrial imagery - which included references to trains, skyscrapers, factories, roads etc. The actual term 'pylon' was derived from Spender's 1933 poem The Pylons."
I cannot claim to have steeped myself in this school of poetry to any great extent. I think someone tried to make me read Spender in college, but even then I was a Spencer Tracy type and resisted.