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Asta Nielsen in Den Sorte Drøm (The Black Dream), 1911

The young circus performer Stella is adored by two men: An earl and a jeweler. She fancies the earl the most, but at some point the jeweler made advances to her and the earl hits him. The jeweler challenges the earl - to a card game. After some luck the earl loses again and again. At the end he has to sign an instrument of debt of 85000 Mark. He buys a gun with the intent to commit suicide. Stella discovers the gun and takes it away from him. Stella goes to the jewelers and steals a necklace. The jeweler sees it in a mirror but doesn’t stop her. Instead he follows her. She meets with the earl and gives him the necklace and tells him to sell it. After they part, the jeweler grabs her and confronts her with her misdeed. He doesn’t hand her over to the police, though he gets an opportunity. Instead he compels her to have dinner with him. The earl sells the necklace to a wholesale jeweller. The jeweller buys back the necklace and gets a testimonial from the wholesale jeweller about the events. Stella leaves the earl for her dinner appointment but forgets her handbag in which the earl finds the gun and a note leading him to the jewellers house. The earl shoots Stella. Just before dying she hands him the testimonial.

Oh my sweet lord.

poster for DIVA (formerly Pocahaunted) (via Commercial Records Shop)
this is the kind of shit i am talking about. that a white girl from l.a. named “diva dompe” and was in a band called “pocahaunted” and has posters of what looks like is supposed to be a generalized sort of ambigous representation of a native woman? (i mean at least in this case i should be grateful she’s not hypersexualized)
yeah! this poster is beautiful! but as soon as i hear/become aware of the context? i just want to cringe/vomit. when will this shit go away? why is it so okay in “alternative/indie” music scenes to call your band navajo something or other/local native/tribe/the national reserve/etc and never get called out for it? or, when you do, play these trivial defensive cards without ever taking a moment to stop and think about how your actions might affect other people?
i wrote the critical fashion lover’s (basic) guide to cultural appropriation over a year ago, and spent at least 4-5 years thinking/reading/learning about it before i took to pen and paper. but today, part of me wonders, what the fuck is the point? when will it ever end? because these days i don’t see an end in sight. i see it getting worse and worse. i see myself going to shows less and less because i have felt sick to my stomach one too many times after seeing white kids wearing faux war paint and playing “indian” without thinking. the excuse that it is a costume, theatrical, feels almost worse than at least owning up to it being a pervasive racist trend. playing cowboys and indians just seems so embedded in the (north) american psyche that i’m not sure i can ever convince anyone to step back from the situation and deconstruct the power relations/privilege at play there.
lately i just feel defeatist about the whole thing. there is no end in sight. just browse my cultural appropriation tag if you want to feel as cynical as i do right now.

poster for DIVA (formerly Pocahaunted) (via Commercial Records Shop)

this is the kind of shit i am talking about. that a white girl from l.a. named “diva dompe” and was in a band called “pocahaunted” and has posters of what looks like is supposed to be a generalized sort of ambigous representation of a native woman? (i mean at least in this case i should be grateful she’s not hypersexualized)

yeah! this poster is beautiful! but as soon as i hear/become aware of the context? i just want to cringe/vomit. when will this shit go away? why is it so okay in “alternative/indie” music scenes to call your band navajo something or other/local native/tribe/the national reserve/etc and never get called out for it? or, when you do, play these trivial defensive cards without ever taking a moment to stop and think about how your actions might affect other people?

i wrote the critical fashion lover’s (basic) guide to cultural appropriation over a year ago, and spent at least 4-5 years thinking/reading/learning about it before i took to pen and paper. but today, part of me wonders, what the fuck is the point? when will it ever end? because these days i don’t see an end in sight. i see it getting worse and worse. i see myself going to shows less and less because i have felt sick to my stomach one too many times after seeing white kids wearing faux war paint and playing “indian” without thinking. the excuse that it is a costume, theatrical, feels almost worse than at least owning up to it being a pervasive racist trend. playing cowboys and indians just seems so embedded in the (north) american psyche that i’m not sure i can ever convince anyone to step back from the situation and deconstruct the power relations/privilege at play there.

lately i just feel defeatist about the whole thing. there is no end in sight. just browse my cultural appropriation tag if you want to feel as cynical as i do right now.

ofanotherfashion:

The actor’s real name is not listed but here, she’s in character as Clotilde in a vaudeville show called “We’ve Got It Co.” The photograph was taken by Poole Studio, 1922.