The hangover of the Bling Bling
I live in a city where “Money Money Money” is the diesel machine human … Moreover, I am related by marriage to the business world for 16 years and I live in a neighborhood affectionately by bankers and economists All edges of the functionality of the site. I attended some time the greyness of the City, attended parties and events held by banks and yawned silently to the right of one or two men to finance another century!
Marches, heritage, interest rates, inflation, credit, equities, bonds etc… … Are words that often have dinner at my table, and have become even larger with the credit crisis. Newspapers get carried away, the BBC created a sensation, the banks panic and the sky was even grayer qu’al’accoutumée … Are we so surprised?
The financial issue is one of life’s wild years, champagne has been flowing for 15 years, cars have fume, young wolves have had their bacchanalia pecuniary trumpeted their wives, real estate has soared and the poor borrowed galore … The banks have lent, pledged, sold the dream. The country experienced its Saturday Night Fever and must now face the consequences. Aie aie aie, the hangover may be painful!
I think of all the forgotten of our society, deprived of the place, those who, through ignorance or necessity, flirted with the loan, which are losing money to keep their juqu’aux for months, and have debauchery witnessed in recent years. What shall tomorrow to offer? In London, they coasted silently immodesty of bling bling and have lived their misery in the spotlight. No good genius for them today …
I look around me and has already closed shops, restaurants at half deserted, signs “for sale” or “rent” which resurfaced after months of snobbery, vacationers scarce, and I examine the financial markets to both nervous and hysterical. Footsie, Dow, Nikkei, wildcards yesterday are poker cards very dangerous nowadays. The lackluster moves at high speed and the clouds are more dense. It is time to get out the umbrella!
Even fashion seems now influenced by the “credit crunch”. At a business meeting last weekend, I watched the new collections … You’d think the creators have passed the word: the look is a mish-mash of styles, a patchwork of materials, seasons, color … it reminds me of Eliza in “My Fair Lady” on the flower market! The models are in the recovery ‘and seem straight out of a “charity shop”! In your hands ladies!
For the first time in my life, I read the “Financial Times”, follow the stock market and attempts by a dilettante and incompetently, to understand the current mechanism, not lived for two decades. I, who previously had a tendency to throw the pink pages of newspapers! Indeed, the figures, I prefer the letters, rates the stock beautiful objects, indexes planets, banks galleries, to Wall Street, “” Frida “at City Portobello! I knew a London bohemian artist, colorful, branch, charming and seductive … I find myself in a city eye-catching, conspicuous and have you seen where the values have disappeared, where labor costs a greenhouse prices and a fantastic coffee requires a mortgage! “
Would we witnessed a questioning nature, force a return to more sense and ethics? The current crisis if it purifier inevitable and necessary medication to a return to more sanity? Interesting times ahead …