Going Twomblysh, Woolish, Foolish

As emulation, appropriation, pastiche – you name it – have been exposed, lost their pompous aura and became tools, means of redistributing cultural artifacts, I become more and more concerned in turning my balldress into a well-worn coat. Is anybody else doing the same out there? It doesn’t really matter, as I can prove quite genuine desires: I will arrest, abuse, and pervert their hip.
Now, let’s dance on mtv-hits-modern-manele mashups and pretend we are all moving fashion-forward. With obsolete grace.