Earlier this week, we wrote about Malcolm McLaren, a man who was very much the product of an art school education. Though a believer in individual enterprise, and a vendor/creator of clothing, films and music, it’s debatable that he saw himself as a businessman or a manager – what McLaren seemed most interested in was in promoting ideas (and provocation and forment too). One of the many things that were striking about him – especially in a man who worked in tailoring, and who understood the power of metaphor – was his approach to handling relationships. Although he famously said of the Sex Pistols – his main vehicle to fame/notoriety – that they were “like my work of art. They were my canvas”, his almost abstracted interest in ‘the event’ left him blindsided on the consequences for the human capital of his enterprise. Described by a man hired to ghost his autobiography (never to be completed) as “the Brian Clough of pop who should’ve managed England”, his enthusiasm for ideas and maximising the intensity of the moment – despite the testimony of his friends since his death of a capability for great kindness – lead to some stark accusation from the raw materials of his work of art: the people.
If you want to gather honey, don’t kick over the beehive
29 April 2010











