Desk of Nike’s CEO.
Desk of Nike’s CEO.
The Velvet Underground
The one, the only - Lou Reed.
Lou Reed, Mick Jagger & David Bowie after Ziggy Stardust’s last liveperformance (photo by Mick Rock)
I’m in Oakland. Sitting in a coffee shop. A queen dressed head to toe in varying shades of orange just grabbed the only chair available in the joint and pulled it into the middle of the room and plopped down, shuffling through his iPod the entire time. The chair is one of those big vintage leather chairs with decorative arms that splay out like wings. It’s bright yellow.
On my way to the coffee shop I stopped into one of those spiritual new-age stores and bought a book, Truth of a Hopi by Edmund Nequatewa. It’s full of stories relating to the origin, myths and clan histories of the Hopi. I am intrigued.
Between the new-age shop and the coffee shop I was stopped by a young Jamaican man on the street. He asked me to come sit and talk with him on the street bench he was sitting on.
I didn’t necessarily want to talk to him, but I didn’t want to be rude either. So I smiled, but crossed my arms in front of me as I walked over and said hello.
"You’re beautiful," he said to me.
"I am not," I replied, I hate flattery, always have. Rarely does it reflect a person’s true motives.
"You’re beautiful to me," he replied.
"Hmmm," I said. "Well, that’s cool." I mean, what are you supposed to say to people when they compliment your appearance? Like, cool story bro!
I tried walking away three times, but every time I started to wrap up the conversation he leaned forward and launched into another conversation.
He told me it was hard being in America, speaking with a heavy accent, that people didn’t take him seriously, didn’t want to talk to him. He talked about a few other things too, like how he was a business man, and a chef. But mostly just went on and on about how bad he wanted a pretty girl to hang out with. Nothing else really seemed to matter to him, he was pretty obsessed.
"Thank you," he said to me as I finally broke away and started to cross the street. "Thank you, for being beautiful, for looking me in the eye, and stopping when I said hello."
Sir Peter Maxwell