We don't smoke | 09:23AM Jul 29, 2007
text by ryan polhemus:
James Dean ain’t got nothing on us.
Mark called me at work today and suggested we shoot tonight. I asked what we were shooting, and he didn’t really know. So, despite the loads of important work I had left to do (selling jewelry at the mall), I volunteered to come up with something worthwhile.
Hey, it works in the movies. Why is the bad guy so bad? ‘Cause his sinister, half-lit face is wreathed in smoke. What makes the defiant rebel so appealing? It’s the iconoclastic cancer stick smouldering between his lips. Parents, cover your children’s eyes, because the profound revelation about to be uttered here could scar them forever: smoking is sexy.
Funny thing is, though, Mark and I don’t smoke. In fact, we’re two of the healthiest people I know. One a strapping young Ares, the other an able-bodied Capricorn…and now we’re both cancers. Oh the things we do for art. I’d write more, but I’m a little short on breath. And we both reek. Kids, don’t smoke. Sexy isn’t worth the aftertaste.
