I've been thinking about that man a rather lot. He's someone locked inside his own head, his hubris proceeding and emprisoning him. Lost in his own hazy idea of the ideal Chippendale, he has lost his sense of self, relying on other's interpretations of him, his glamorous facade. I think about him in this way not often- he's portrayed as a extravagant megalomaniac and a psychopath for a reason- the perfect villain. However, the idea of his self has not let go of me- of a small child lost somewhere in the hazy pink and purple recesses of a mind adled by an artificially inflated sense of villainous purpose and self worth.

just a small note in my thoughts about him, not polished in any sense, just a purposeless self indulgence over here.