charles le dray, men suits, (2006-2010)atRifF
one stops reading, one rubs one's eyes in disbelief.
just kidding. this isn't really shocking. it merely reflects summer writing-fatigue. it had to be a local: carlos suarez de jesus, someone i know personally. he's in the art-trenches doing an ok job for the new times. at the end of his 6/28/12 piece, carlos throws the towel and sets his automatic pilot on "superlative." when carlos does it he does it! as his compliments turn from commendatory to adulatory to palaver, de jesus' degree of encomium dwarfs even roman poet horace at his most eulogistic:
The miniature thrift shops go to the extreme to create a realistic vibe, including shoe-scuffed linoleum flooring and dingy, dust-covered drop ceilings with weak fluorescent lighting. Every garment and fixture is impeccably crafted. As one is forced to bend at the waist or kneel to take in the incredible details of LeDray's remarkable craftsmanship, it's impossible not to marvel at the complexity.indeed impeccably impossible for le dray (even if he wished) to ever use this shower of adjectivals as part of his vita. how much is enough? the critic wishes to convey his feeling of wonder and awe and believes he owes it to his readers. but once he lets the gennie out the bottle encomium plays a dirty trick on the booster and morphs into exaggeration, which pushes a cranking-up. predictably, the reader expects more, and the critic pushes emphases to its apogee. what now? a cartoon made to stand for the whole face.
in closing, de jesus concocts a supped-up sequence worthy of a lazy summer day @ the beach under the shade, when one utters fixedly, after a puff of bomb-ass shit cannabis with pressure drop by toots and the maytals blasting in the background:
... one also realizes the rare gift ______ possesses to awaken the senses to a new awareness of our existence in the world.don't you wish you had some of that?