M. Langer, J. Cooke, A. N. Joiner, K. Marx, and W. Benjamin. Notes:
- Langer has a nullset tattooed on his arm and seems just to have woken (and yet to have emerged from sleep already confident in a way you’ll never be).
- Cooke has a watch and the expression of a bemused 19th-century fop just leaving the country club after a long night of an obscure table game: “Beg pardon,” he says, making his way into his carriage.
- Benjamin would be more comfortable with this than Marx.
- They stand before a bookshelf bursting with the stuff of erudition, including part of a title visible and questionable: Moral Philosophy from…
- Joiner is lucky to have been included, but he should remove his hat indoors.
- I was told by the photographer that they had to scour the apartment for books big enough; atlases were almost used, but it was cold.
- I’m not sure what the text is all about; perhaps it ought to be discussed at endless length publicly until we get what they call “closure” on television.
Since it’s already been mentioned, I will here confirm that I thought this was the epitome of excellence (and these men the very souls of tubularity). Now, if anyone has any questions about me, my affiliations with nude intellectuals and hip-hop artists, or the nascent Bookshelf War I hereby declare, I will be in my study deconstructing this image with a team of professors.
