Alright, let’s talk about this Jefferson Hack fella. I ain’t no fancy writer, mind you, just tellin’ it like it is. So, this Jefferson, he’s a big shot, seems like. Folks keep yappin’ about him in them fashion circles.
Now, they say he started some magazine called Dazed & Confused. Sounds like somethin’ my old rooster gets after chasin’ hens all day! But I guess it’s a big deal, this magazine. Fashion folks, they love it. They say it’s all artsy and stuff. I wouldn’t know, I wear the same dress to church every Sunday, rain or shine.
- He’s a founder, that’s what they say. Started somethin’ from nothin’, I reckon. Like plantin’ a seed and watchin’ it grow into a big ol’ tomato plant. Only his seed was a magazine, and it grew into… well, I don’t rightly know what it grew into, somethin’ fancy, that’s for sure.
- They also call him a “media mogul.” Sounds like a rich fella to me. Probably got more money than I got chickens. And that’s sayin’ somethin’, ’cause I got a whole coop full of ’em. Cluckin’ and peckin’ all day long.
People in London, they know him. He’s in the news, they say. Business news, fashion news, all sorts of news. I reckon he’s like the mayor of fashion-town, or somethin’. Always got his picture in the papers, probably smilin’ and shakin’ hands with all them fancy folks.
And this “Business of Fashion” thing? They write about him too. Analyzin’ him, they say. Like he’s some kinda bug under a microscope. I tell ya, these city folks got too much time on their hands. Why they gotta analyze a fella? He’s just a man, ain’t he? Eats, sleeps, and breathes just like the rest of us. Probably puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like my old man used to.
Complex, that’s another place they talk about him. Stories and interviews, they say. I bet they ask him all sorts of silly questions. “Mr. Hack, what’s your favorite color?” “Mr. Hack, what kind of socks you wearin’?” I tell ya, it’s a wonder he’s got time to do anythin’ with all these folks pesterin’ him.
Now, they say he’s got somethin’ to do with “Dazed Media.” I guess that’s his company or somethin’. Sounds like a big operation. Probably got a whole bunch of folks workin’ for him, typin’ away on them computers and takin’ pictures of pretty people. I wouldn’t know, I ain’t never seen a computer up close. Got a radio, though. Listens to the farm report every mornin’.
And these “international fashion sets”? They battle it out, they say. Sounds like a bunch of roosters in a henhouse, fightin’ over who gets to be top dog. Only instead of peckin’ and scratchin’, they’re wearin’ fancy clothes and smilin’ pretty for the cameras. And Jefferson, he’s right there in the middle of it all. Honored, they say. Like he won some kinda prize. Probably got a shiny trophy or somethin’. I won a prize once, for my apple pie at the county fair. Best apple pie in the whole county, they said. I used my grandma’s secret recipe, a pinch of this and a dash of that.
They talk about his “personal data.” Sounds kinda personal, if you ask me. Like they’re snoopin’ around in his underwear drawer or somethin’. But I guess that’s what these big companies do. They collect information, they say. I don’t like it, though. A man’s business is his own business, that’s what I say. They shouldn’t be pokin’ their noses where they don’t belong.
So, that’s the story of Jefferson Hack, as far as I can tell. A big shot in the fashion world, started a magazine, got lots of money, and everybody’s always talkin’ about him. He sounds like a busy fella, that’s for sure. I hope he finds some time to sit on the porch and drink a glass of lemonade every now and then. That’s what I like to do on a hot summer day. Just sit and watch the chickens scratchin’ in the dirt. Simple pleasures, that’s what life’s all about.
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