Thursday, April 19, 2018

In Other News: "Gucci and Guess settle nine year legal battle over the letter G"

The writer, Alys Key's mini-bio: "I report on vice, leisure, the creative industries, luxury.".
What's not to like?

From City AM:
A nine-year battle over the letter G has finally come to an end.

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Gucci and Guess have been at loggerheads over the interlocking G logo (Source: Getty)
Fashion brands Gucci and Guess jointly announced today that they have signed an agreement that will end all outstanding legal battles between the two companies.

The terms of the agreement were not disclosed, but in a joint statement, Gucci and Guess said: "The agreement is an important step for both companies in recognising the significance of protecting their respective intellectual property portfolios and design creativity."...MORE
Weaklings.
As we've retailed elsewhere, the lawsuit in Dickens Bleak House, "Jarndyce v Jarndyce" went on for so long that no one remembered what it was about but even that can't compare with the apparent world record which ended in 1966 having been filed in 1205.
Judgement was for the plaintiff.
Now that's commitment to the case.

Back to Dickens as the S&P 500 was attempting to get through some serious restance:
Chartology: S&P at 2100--Maybe the 43rd Time IS the Charm

We are still betting on 2250 but this is starting to look like the lawsuit in Bleak House:
"...Innumerable children have been born into the cause; innumerable young people have married into it; innumerable old people have died out of it. Scores of persons have deliriously found themselves made parties in Jarndyce and Jarndyce, without knowing how or why; whole families have inherited legendary hatreds with the suit. 
The little plaintiff or defendant, who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled, has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. 
Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality; there are not three Jarndyces left upon the earth perhaps, since old Tom Jarndyce in despair blew his brains out at a coffee-house in Chancery Lane..."