Talk about relocating the social-aesthetic performance of the Jumbee to Zucotti Park, Wall Street! (Even my own meager footage clearly shows the movement's power as energetic and creative fodder). Jumbee-wah? You say. Or rather Jumbees on Wall Street?! (Because I know some of you fabulous Caribbean scholars are reading this post).
Yes, NYC based group, Brooklyn Jumbees, led by visual, performance, and multimedia artist, Laura Anderson Barbata, forced themselves into the heart of the Occupy Movement, redressing this ancient Carnival demon as a white-collared business man.
Does the business suit at this end of 2011 now represent a malevolent spirit from the dead? Does the tailored, wool two-piece form, in the locale of tall windowless buildings and a city ripe with economic injustice, now stand as a representation of the vampiric cyphoning of American livelihood? Is this former port city now forced to call upon the ghosts of the Caribbean seas to reeinvision its current realities?
What is the business suit today? Vestiges of a bygone era raised from pan-American dead. Let me do some sketching (and dissecting) and get back to you.
Thank you, Claire Tancons, for sharing this :)
"Above all things, avoid a dress suit. You have no idea of the harm that dress suits have done in politics. They are not so fatal to young politicians as civil service reform and drink, but they have scores of victims."- George Washington Plunkitt, an early 20th century NY State Senator known for his cynical but honest practice of politics built on self gain.