‘In the darkness they would put on these clothes, whose very existence could lead to their deaths’

40,000 feet up, kneecaps rested firmly in to central incisors, giddly clutching at a ‘British Airways Highlife’ Magazine, skating through pages, boiling point of mindless turdge, even at this altitude nearer to space than rock, somethings being pushed on you, Tamagotchi?, Titanium aviator dual time watch?, Tasmanian Taramasalata?.  Bit rich coming from a homosapien that’s current occupation is modeling though. A mere existence that would crumble to gravelly pith should Capitalism ever do the dangly dance of death. Yet, Communism has had a fair share of poster boys too.

Stalin had more campaigns than the ‘Great’ Gandy, that’s model David not to be mistaken with the lesser known Mohandas ‘Mahatma’ Gandhi and Chairman Mao’s pluckable rosy cheek features featured in many a high profile poster, lambasted all over countless hovel walls, the man was at a demi-god Kate Moss level, most significantly during the time of China’s so called ‘Cultural Revolution’ and this is where it all leads back to, the article that caught my attention among the turdge in ‘British Airways Highlife’ Magazine…

Josef Stalin Comp Card. A/W 17

It’s an article written by BBC World Affairs sage John Simpson about the life of a Centurion, former BBC News Reporter Clare Hollingworth.

In 1939, One week into her new job as a news journalist, Hollingworth sticks a telephone out of a hotel window for British embassy officials to hear what they couldn’t comprehend, that receiver captured the grinding unified, unmistakable clunk of Nazi Tanks as they rolled onto Polish soil, an event which kick started WW2. Hollingworth is noted as the first war correspondent to report the outbreak.

 I’ll let John do the rest, but towards the end of this story, the image and the thoughts it provoked, have been waltzing around my ballroom since….