The kingdom of France was ever a contentious spectacle from the Carolinians through the Capet’s, the Valois’, the Orlean’s, through to the Bourbons and Bonaparte’s. One extension of state power there as well as everywhere was the idea of noble dress and the stature that it reflected which was subsequently turned into an industry with the advent of industrial mass production. The official death of God and the monarch heralded an age where, “everyman was king”, as Huey Long the champion of the ‘little man’ and governor of Louisiana once put it. Since the brief boom afforded by a second world war left its only unscathed victor in control of the markets of the world, the business of those in power has been to create and maintain a commercially viable fiction of every citizen having some measure of material support for a form of self idolatry.
The cult of personality once fashioned for kings has been reconverted into easily available number of assumable fantasy personalities whose associated accessories are resident upon myriads of store shelves. The engine of media technology is all encompassing and efficiently directs the attentions of the average man and woman into an almost farcical notion of mass distributed individuality through encouraging one to gaze into the mirror of the face of your favorite popular television slash movie icon of the hour. The young are strenuously indoctrinated to see the world around them as but a reflection of humanity and in the process of maturation as the world falsely being a pale spinoff of themselves. The notion of a natural order of universal continuum where humankind is put a very small part is swept aside in favor of everyone being some form of ‘Ubermench’ vying with the powers of chaos for ultimate control of the cosmos as being supremely the most uniquely theirs.
The resultant civilization wrought from this social fabric is rent with fractious unreliable behavior that only serves to diminish the quality of the lives it pretends to elevate. For those who have been in existence for many of the few decades that are genetically afforded, it is obvious that all creatures have an inherent unique identity to them however subtle as they are locked in circumstances where old opportunities like the passing of youth after a certain point rarely come again. Noble recognition is still afforded over the long term by noble deeds and not the fiction of style or good PR. All the makeup and latest fashions in the world cannot hide the soulless mountebank or beggar inside, if that is what the person truly is.