Manuel Álvarez Bravo, Maniquí tapado (Mannequin covered), 1931

There is something about undressed, outdated mannequins than renders them automatically unsettling. It’s not quite the same feeling as seeing someone undressed you shouldn’t be (and we all know I’m not that much of a prude). Rather, it’s the unnerving sentiment of witnessing an object rendered obsolete. Naked, a mannequin is stripped of its intented purpose – a plastic object whose sole purpose it is to mimic the human body, created for consumers.

quick little post up on my blog! check it out.

Manuel Álvarez Bravo, Maniquí tapado (Mannequin covered), 1931

There is something about undressed, outdated mannequins than renders them automatically unsettling. It’s not quite the same feeling as seeing someone undressed you shouldn’t be (and we all know I’m not that much of a prude). Rather, it’s the unnerving sentiment of witnessing an object rendered obsolete. Naked, a mannequin is stripped of its intented purpose – a plastic object whose sole purpose it is to mimic the human body, created for consumers.

quick little post up on my blog! check it out.

"how do we value vintage? i often find myself wandering into vintage clothing stores and gasping at their overpriced tags, or walk away from vintage clothing fairs empty handed simply because i do not have the means to shell out twice as much cash for the garments i’ve found similar versions of in thrift stores for a few dollars, not hundreds. how do we decide what is worth how much? and why am i more attracted to ones with stories, people, lifetimes behind them than once-worn high-end brands?"

rescuing garments and the history of clothing by me, january 2010

grimes appreciation post up at the real blog.
"For the longest time, I bought into the idea that being interested in fashion, all while trying to combat and challenge the many ways the kyriarchy manifests itself in a capitalistic (albeit creative) industry was simply not possible. But after getting fed up with embracing the shame of that conundrum for years, I started to ask myself: Why should being progressive AND loving putting together a fantastic outfit be mutually exclusive?

Can fashion be part of the revolution?

Is it already?"

- new post up at kickaction.ca as part of their 2012 blogging carnaval. check it out, it’s kind of revisiting why i wanted to start my fashion blog in the first place way back in 2009.

also, there are a few photos of me as an awkward teen.

"at the end of the day, dressing for your job vs. dressing yourself is nothing to lose sleep over. but i’d be lying if i said it’s not something i think about before i get dressed in the morning to go to work. everyone does it to some extent, but i’m more interested in tackling the shift of someone who plays with fashion and how it relates to their (gender, sexual, class or political) identity, and how they feel they should dress depending on their line of work… once a wierdo, always a wierdo. and if fashion was the one way you feel like you can express that wierdness, it can feel wrong to have it taken away from you… even if you’re the person taking it away, to a certain extent."

new post up at the blog, where i scratch the surface of what it’s like for queers and wierdos to change the way they dress for their jobs. i quote badasses like dean spade and jenna b.

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