Die Deutsche Gruppe Kraftwerk

Station To Station (Bowie)

el aventino

David Bowie & The Story Of Ziggy Stardust (BBC)

Northern Tresses

Hidden Defense

Go All The Way (The Raspberries)

Priorities

Minor Incident

In darker moods I tell myself I am getting way too old for this shit. Perhaps I am. As you may have heard, last weekend I was in a fist-fight in a local bar. I was verbally confronted and punched in the face for hitting on some random chap's girl. Admittedly I went too far, drunk on gin; I own it.

On the side of my face I sustained a deep 5cm gash, which, I can confirm, is healing into a prominent scar. "That's gonna leave a mark", as the wits tell me, and I dare say they are right. That, and a thrice-broken nose and blonde beard--along with a demeanour not reminiscent of that of a pretty boy or metrosexual--have all the indications of an angry thug, as one of my chums calls me. An angry thug in tailored suits and bespoke London-made shoes, I reply.

How did this happen? I was raised in exceptionally privileged circumstances, both in this country and abroad, about which I am quite open and for which I make no apologies. But, as diligently as I have tried over the years, I absolutely do not fit in. Nor, if I am honest with myself and with you, do I want to. It simply was not meant to be. The modern world is a constraint. We were meant for higher things. I am cutting my own path.

By this mark, I suppose, they shall know me.

Adventure

Edelweiss

"And my heart laugh’d within me —."

— Homer, Odyssey bk. IX.413 (Loeb ed., pp. 346–47)

Tartan Tuesday

Women Know Your Limits

The Official Formerly Preppy Handbook

Beards I Like

contre le monde moderne

le fleuret

Live The Triumph Life

The Greek Sky

'A sky which is higher and lighter and which surrounds one closer and stretches further into space than anywhere else in the world. It is neither daunting nor belittling but hospitable and welcoming to man and as much his element as the earth; as though a mere error in gravity pins him to the rocks or the ship's deck and prevents him from being assumed into infinity.'

Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani (1958)

Leather & Denim

Northern Tresses

Reds Don't Surf !

corsaire chemin

Gold Digger

A good friend shared with me his views on the local population of females.

A successful commercial real estate broker in his early 50s, he recently emerged from a difficult divorce and is enthusiastic about getting back into the dating game. I do like the chap--even if he is a bit rough around the edges. I have the impression he models himself on me, so I've generously taken him under my wing, so to speak. He has seen me in action with women young and old numerous times and respects my approach.

When I cautioned him about the prevalence of 'gold-diggers' in the area, he responded:

"All women", he explained, "are gold-diggers, some more than others. They look for a man to provide for them and give them stuff. That's just how they are."

How true. I was glad to hear him say it; he is learning.

I came to the same realisation on my own in my mid-20s, long before the 'Red Pill' phenomenon, without guidance from other more learned chaps. This awakening, if one can call it that, was accompanied by a variety of new perspectives and understandings. Over the years my illusions have been smashed one by one until only youthful dreams are left. They remain stored away in back-up, like a treasured book on a back shelf, to be dipped into now and again if only as a reminder.

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Tartan Tuesday

Tweed Gun

Nine Kings

Windsor, 1910



Country Gentleman

Four Kinds of People

'In a time like ours there are four kinds of people. There are those who consciously wish to sink further and deeper into chaos and darkness. There are those who willingly or unwillingly, are always ready to endure anything. Then there are also right-wing dinosaurs around who live the present situation by way of lamenting. From whining to commemorations, they imagine they can bring back the old order, which explains why they constantly score defeats.

But there are also those who yearn for a new beginning. Those who live in the darkness, but are not of the darkness; i.e. those who strive to resurrect the light. Those who know that beyond the real, there is also the possible. They like to quote George Orwell: “In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”'

Alain de Benoist, 'La fin du monde a bien eu lieu', Eléments (n°146, January–March 2013)