His posture was disdain, or else ennui. One runs the risk of having, oneself, produced a very inferior piece of Camp.
A sensibility is almost, but not quite, ineffable. But not everything can be seen as Camp. While it's not true that Camp taste is homosexual taste, there is no doubt a peculiar affinity and overlap.
That is why I want to talk about it, and why I can. When self-parody lacks ebullience but instead reveals even sporadically a contempt for one's themes and one's materials - as in To Catch a Thief, Rear Window, North by Northwest -- the results are forced and heavy-handed, rarely Camp.
To snare a sensibility in words, especially one that is alive and powerful,1 one must be tentative and nimble.
The public manner and rhetoric of de Gaulle, often, are pure Camp. They allow that considerations of taste play a part in their reactions to people and to works of art. Apart from a lazy two-page sketch in Christopher Isherwood's novel The World in the Eveningit has hardly broken into print.
Time may enhance what seems simply dogged or lacking in fantasy now because we are too close to it, because it resembles too closely our own everyday fantasies, the fantastic nature of which we don't perceive. In the 18th century, people of taste either patronized nature Strawberry Hill or attempted to remake it into something artificial Versailles.
One runs the risk of having, oneself, produced a very inferior piece of Camp. For obvious reasons, the best examples that can be cited are movie stars.