A while back I presented you with a not-so-glam picture of the Brit high life stylish sons/daughters-of. There was a guy in there. A young man called Jethro. Jethro Cave. Firsts famous for being Nick Cave’s son.
Second-famous for his modelling career. Since I was completely unaware of the young man’s modelling ways, I went on carelessly. However, the fashion world did not. It continued to revolve around famous daughters and sons of. And hereby is Jethro Cave, the good son, as portrayed by Rolling Stone Magazine, the Italian edition, November 2009. (the story continues with more images, feel free to check out the gallery!)
Besides the phlegmatic looks and the arrogance that flies directly to you even from printed paper (or screen layout), I can’t be friendly with Jethro. He looks so lost and so smug like he’d just invented the wheel. There’s a limit, in my vision, to arrogance. Besides being religious on the concept, I simply think we’re all equals. Unless you’re some smarty pants innovator, neuro blast cocktail of intelligence and applied synapses, you have no reason to put yourself on a pedestal. Because you’re not helping. Fashion-wise or any other way. Why should Jethro Cave be relevant? (photos via)