The Price of Nothing: On Luxury and Sign Value

Through the ad man and our royal families, the fat cat will never run out of treats.

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I’m forever fascinated by the addiction to brands in this country, whether burgers, handbags, or political tribes, it seems the Westerner will always gladly drain the warm blood from his/her body to cling onto a cold Brand that speaks to the rest of his/her flock, or the population in general. It’s as though life itself is replaced by these artificial desires instilled in us by the corporate fat cats. Here are just a few of the items that show just how demented we have become over the years.

Highest-Markup Luxury Consumer Items in the U.S.

1. Designer Handbags

  • Brands: Hermès (esp. Birkin & Kelly), Chanel, Louis Vuitton
  • Markups: Up to 1,000% or more
  • Why: Exclusivity, craftsmanship mystique, waitlists, and celebrity endorsement.

2. Luxury Watches

  • Brands: Rolex, Patek Philippe, Audemars Piguet
  • Markups: 300–900%, even more on resale
  • Why: Brand legacy, limited production, collector hype.

3. Cosmetics and Skincare

  • Brands: La Mer, Sisley Paris, Clé de Peau
  • Markups: Up to 1,500%+
  • Why: Small quantities, emotional appeal, marketing around luxury ingredients (many of which are inexpensive).

4. Designer Clothing

  • Brands: Gucci, Balenciaga, Prada
  • Markups: Often 400–800%
  • Why: Brand cachet, seasonal exclusivity, runway relevance.

5. High-End Eyewear

  • Brands: Cartier, Tom Ford, Oliver Peoples
  • Markups: 1,000% or more
  • Why: Controlled supply chains, licensing, and brand premiums.

6. Fine Jewelry

  • Brands: Tiffany & Co., Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels
  • Markups: 500–1,000%
  • Why: High emotional value, markups on both materials and branding.

7. Luxury Spirits & Wines

  • Examples: Louis XIII Cognac, Screaming Eagle Wine
  • Markups: 500%+
  • Why: Limited release, prestige, presentation, and aging mythology.

8. Luxury Perfumes

  • Brands: Roja Parfums, Clive Christian, Creed
  • Markups: 800–1,200%
  • Why: Often only a few drops of rare ingredients with extreme branding.

9. High-End Sneakers & Streetwear (Hype Items)

  • Brands: Yeezy (in its prime), Off-White, Nike x Travis Scott
  • Markups: 500–1,000%+ on resale
  • Why: Artificial scarcity and resale culture.

10. Luxury Cars (Low Volume Editions)

  • Brands: Bugatti, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari limited editions
  • Markups: Factory markups can be 2x cost, dealer markups even higher for rare models.

“The system of objects is a system of signs, in which the consumption of goods is not directed toward the satisfaction of needs, but rather toward the production of difference.”
— Jean Baudrillard, “The System of Objects”

This speaks directly to the reality of luxury goods. When a handbag is marked up 1,000%, it’s not because the bag carries your stuff better—it’s because it signifies differencestatus, and symbolic capital. The object becomes valuable not for what it is, but for what it means.

In Baudrillard’s view, consumption is no longer about utility or even beauty—it’s about managing signs in a social code. Buying a Hermès Birkin or a bottle of Louis XIII isn’t about the leather or the cognac—it’s about inserting yourself into the system of prestige, even if you’re doing it unconsciously.

In Baudrillard’s theory of simulacra, objects (and experiences) pass through four stages:

Consumption is a reflection of a profound simulated reality

The luxury watch tells time, like most watches do.

The $50,000 watch is not about craftsmanship, history, or family legacy.

Nobody really cares if the watch tells time—it’s a social flex, a fetish.

It bears no relation to any reality whatever past telling time: it is its own pure simulacrum.

The luxury watch as pure symbol. A Richard Mille on the wrist becomes a cipher—its price, complexity, and scarcity simulate meaning, but it means nothing by itself. It’s a hologram of value.

I believe Baudrillard would say that the $10,000 handbag or $2,000 cream isn’t overpriced because it’s disconnected from utility. It’s overpriced because pricing itself becomes the symbol of desire. The markup isn’t a bug—it’s the whole point. The consumer is no longer buying an item; they’re buying into the illusion of difference, of superiority, of immortality in a symbolic order.

“We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.”
— Baudrillard, “Simulacra and Simulation”

So the luxury object becomes a floating signifier, detached from material ground, orbiting in the galaxy of simulation. The Birkin bag doesn’t “carry”—it signifies carrying, and thus supersedes the actual need.

A Patek Philippe might wrap itself in the language of craftsmanship and family legacy but we know it’s true value.

A seductive aesthetic mythology. The object doesn’t need to be those things—it only needs to signify them convincingly enough for the market to fall under its spell.

In truth, the sign of craftsmanship has replaced craftsmanship.

A $1,000 watch made in Switzerland and a $10 replica from Shenzhen can look almost identical. But the meaning—the symbolic charge—is completely different. The aura of the “real” luxury watch isn’t grounded in its mechanics or artistry. It’s grounded in its price, exclusivity, and narrative. It may be about those things… or it may just be a simulacrum that simulates the values of craftsmanship without requiring them at all.

Consumption is not a material practice, it’s a system of meaning.
— Jean Baudrillard, “Consumer Society: Myths and Structures”

“Luxury is no longer a matter of wealth, it is a matter of sign value.”
— Baudrillard, paraphrased from “For a Critique of the Political Economy of the Sign”

In the world Baudrillard maps out, to wear a $10,000 watch isn’t to possess wealth, but to circulate a sign—a code, a declaration in the semiotic marketplace.

And the real twist? Even those who can’t afford the luxury item are drawn into its orbit. They desire not the thing, but the symbol—and often consume cheaper simulations (knockoffs, influencers, aspirational marketing) to play along in the symbolic economy.

Baudrillard tells us that luxury is no longer wealth, but sign value. That in the marketplace of images, it is not ownership but visibility that defines meaning. A handbag, a watch, a scent—these are no longer goods but codes in circulation.

But to stop there is to risk an even deeper alienation. Baudrillard maps the territory of simulation with genius precision, but he leaves us stranded in the desert of signs. What is missing is the person—not as consumer, but as valuer.

If Max Scheler were to interrupt, he might say: “No, luxury is not the simulation of value—it is the misplacement of value. It is the confusion of the lower material sphere with the higher realm of the spirit.” The luxury good does not only simulate meaning—it displaces the very structure of values, placing status where dignity should be, display where depth might live.

And Kierkegaard would press even further: “Despair is the sickness unto death”—and what is the luxury economy if not a desperate attempt to escape the despair of becoming a self?

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There is another path—not through the accumulation of signs, but through an orientation toward value. Not prestige, but presence.


In short: Luxury isn’t about owning—it’s about broadcasting.

Hate is cancer

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Written from a German prison cell as he waits for the day to arrive for the hangman to come to pay him his last visit. Bonhoeffer was hung two weeks before Germany was liberated (one of Hitlers lasts acts of malice). I post these things because I see the potential reoccurrence of such historical patterns plainly beginning to play out right in front of my eyes each day. The progression seems to be slow, but the burst will materialize – at some point – all at once, as it always has throughout history, leaving us completely unbalanced and unable to respond. Be very careful what, how, and who you decide to hate, and the freedom to which you utilize this expression of hate. Your hate is being manufactured for you. It’s not even yours. The deception runs deep.
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Dietrich Bonhoeffer:

“Upon closer observation, it becomes apparent that every strong upsurge of power in the public sphere, be it of a political or a religious nature, infects a large part of humankind with stupidity. … The power of the one needs the stupidity of the other. The process at work here is not that particular human capacities, for instance, the intellect, suddenly atrophy or fail. Instead, it seems that under the overwhelming impact of rising power, humans are deprived of their inner independence and, more or less consciously, give up establishing an autonomous position toward the emerging circumstances. The fact that the stupid person is often stubborn must not blind us to the fact that he is not independent. In conversation with him, one virtually feels that one is dealing not at all with him as a person, but with slogans, catchwords, and the like that have taken possession of him. He is under a spell, blinded, misused, and abused in his very being. Having thus become a mindless tool, the stupid person will also be capable of any evil and at the same time incapable of seeing that it is evil. This is where the danger of diabolical misuse lurks, for it is this that can once and for all destroy human beings.”

 

Mimetic Behaviour

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The Celebration​ of Life music festival 1971

Documentary 33 minutes:
I was 16 when a friend and myself made the brilliant decision to hitchhike from Atlanta, where I was living at the time, to McCrea; long-haired hippies hitchhiking through the deep south, mid-summer, in 1971; it turned out to be one hell of a challenge, but we got there, after having everything from bottles to garbage thrown at us, and a few shotgun blasts pointed upward from passing cars on the roadsides, along the way.  It was exciting, life-changing, dangerous and insane; the perfect storm; loved every minute of it – looking back. The mud banks were where I spent most of my time, for reasons the film points out.

After dealing with the intense heat and humidity for a week, no food, little water, and sleeping in the mud every night, we decided to head home, only to find out the larger party was going on *outside the gate* for miles and miles; an endless sea of hippies, police, and bikers smoking pot, dancing, and swapping spit with little to no violence – that I could see anyway. Most the entire population was naked, tripping, and passing around joints at every step; police were even getting laid on the hoods of cars with their guns holstered banging on fenders of whichever car they were using for support.

Heat, snakes, alligators, mosquitoes, a shortage of food and water – yet no shortage of pot, wine, or LSD – lead to the realization it was time to go home. You couldn’t script this kind of thing, its just one of those events that just happen, and you just happen to be there. A strange dream of sorts looking back from where I sit typing these recollections. I can still hear the music, smell the pot, feel the excruciating heat on my body, and the itching of the multitudes of mosquitoes feeding on me, day and night. And yes, with all that, the memories are profoundly fond ones, in a strange sense; as real today as were in 1971.

 

http://www.mccrea1971.com/watch

Jaco’s Big Band

Hard to grasp the many side to Jaco’s talents, not to many people even know about his big band chops and the trail he blazed even in that arena…All that from a laid back Lauderdale FL dude, who would just a soon hang out all day and play in the living room with the rest of us local knuckle heads, as do anything ease…Hard not to miss him from time to time…

Funkin Easy

Trumpet Roger Bridges, and myself on bass…Just a groove…

Anarchy with an open heart…

Smooth Jazz this is not, in fact if your depressed, dont play it, you may jump!…lol…The name of the tune sets up the outcome of the music…My friend Peter Marshall who played bass for Art Farmere and I recorded this a few years ago on his 40 foot sailboat, its way outside the box, …We had a lot of time on our hands…Im playing Sax, and drums…Enjoy…lol

Red Rodney and Ira sullivan swinging 8th notes to death

Be-Bop, it’s  the real deal here…Screw politics, theirs no right or left anyway, its a show boys and girls and us americans aint gettin union wages as extras in this bad play…So heres my suggestion…Listen to some Be-Bop, its actually real!

Jaco Pastorius, he was a force for sure!

I met Jaco thru Ira Sullivan, and became friends with him a few years later when he was working Alex Foster (alto sax player) and became friends, he had a house in Deerfield Florida, and I lived in Pompano…He would come by the house now and then and play, we would all have Jam sessions during the hot summer days in South Fla…Jaco tough me some big lessons about the difference between a lick player and a Artist/Painter…Finest Electric bass player ever to play the instrument without a doubt., and a GREAT guy…

Albert Dailey, My Big African Brother, Miss Him…

I met Albert when I was 16 years old living in the back of Richard’s Lounge in Lakewood N.J. Albert invited me to the The City and brought me around the studio he was working on his album in, and brought me to some of the clubs and just treated me like somebody…I never saw Albert after those few days I spent with him, he died not to long after.The man had a big influence on that 16 year old kid…Albert worked with everybody, John Coiltrane, Bird, you name em, he worked with them…

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