Luxury and objecthood
The stupidity of luxury lies in the fact that, by definition, it is unnecessary, surplus, and in the way of truth. Luxury exists in objects and additives, it exists in thingness. Its sole purpose is to be read as a thing that is luxury. Luxury is concerned with the mood of its customer1, who only strives to feel, wanting the process and context of his feeling to be hidden, externalized, veneered and obscured by the materiality and objecthood of luxury, failing to understand that happiness can only exist in laying bare the conditions and entanglements of its discovery, the tainted equilibrum of sustain and release tied to life and process.
Who must always be a customer, and never a practitioner or even professional: he pays to be made a certain way. ↩