From Paris to London to New York, and back to Dublin, I noticed this ubiquitous accoutrement, the Kaffiyeh, which has been gaining 'mem[e]ntum' among young men internationally. With its charged history spanning this century's track of colonialist enterprises, it promises to embed itself and it's ideas like every Buddhist archetype exported from east to west trough the plight of Tibet under Chinese occupation.
Curiously, I heard that versions of this loaded symbol are actually fashionably and readily available at Urban Outfitters. My first thought when realizing the volume –and power, of this iconic dispersion was the idea of a quiet victory for Arafat... but could the same victory be fated to one such that fellow Che?
