It is most certainly a sign that Oswald Spengler was correct in gloomily forecasting a bleak future for the West when the the French Institute Alliance Française, an otherwise entirely respectable organization, sponsored something called -- and we kid you not -- 'Frédéric Fekkai: L'Art de la coiffure.' Dozens of matrons in the 10019 zip code are wholly dependant upon Fekkai's spooky "Art (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment)," and thus, to be sure, he is culturally relevant.
Ah, to be young and in the late stages of imperial decline. For only in a nation so inured with its own Power could someone like Fekkai actually command an audience to dispense yam-yam about how hair styling is an art form. As you read this we ask that you imagine the dulcet tones of what Nero fiddling must have been like.
"The recent bout of hmidity was unkind to hair, but a remarkably well-tressed group turned out Thursday night as the French Institute Alliance Française presented 'Frédéric Fekkai: L'Art de la coiffure,' an intimate discussion where Frédéric Fekkai gave the audience a look into his hair care empire. Time Style & Design editor Kate Betts hosted the event.
"Fekkai revealed that his initial inspiration for the luxury hair care line he started in 1995 was the absence of such products in stores. 'I wanted to create a line that would satisfy their needs and look good in their bathrooms,' he said. Betts was quick to comment on the price of Fekkai's products as well as his services, noting that he was 'very innovative in marketing' and that he was 'the first person to charge $200 for a haircut, which is not expensive now but was astronomical then.'"
What's that sound? That, dear readers, is the sound of half the world population surviving on less than two dollar a day, while a shallow fuckhead like Fekkai justifies the cultural importance of a $200 haircut.