a panel discussion with:
The three panelists will examine the historical and national narratives that continue to situate the descendants of 17th and 18th century French settlers in present-day Québec as a colonized population. What are the effects of this national narrative on today’s racialized landscape? Is it possible to build solidarity with the struggles of indigenous and racialized peoples while relying on a narrative that positions the French-Canadian Québécois as a colonized population? The panelists will explore these and other questions through a discussion of the historical treatment of slavery in Québec, the logic of the Québec feminist movement, and some recent scholarly work that insists that the Québécois inherited current racialized practices through British colonialism.
Wednesday 18 September 2013, 7 pm, School of Community and Public Affairs, Concordia University 2149 Mackay, (below Sherbrooke, near Guy-Concordia metro)
Co-sponsored by the School of Community and Public Affairs, Concordia University and the Concordia Community Solidarity Co-Op Bookstore
(Presentations will be in English: followed by discussion afterwards in English and French)
feminist fuck you on Flickr.
I’m really into the newest graffiti in my neighbourhood. I’ve only spotted two of these so far but they fill my heart with glee.
(via Hands off: Surrealist art and fashion | À l’allure garçonnière)
another post about how much i love badass artists like schiaparelli & oppenheimer blurred the lines between fashion and art.
file under: totally surreal moment of the day…
context: i was reading/sharing great responses to her transphobic tweets this weekend, and she retweeted one of the links. fingers crossed this means she’s actually reading the thoughtful responses?
click through for a new blog post re: rules of style
"The especially pernicious thing was that many folks had rules that were class-skewed and/or body-shaming: by-products of a culture that leads us to believe that we (as individuals) are oppressed by the cleavage-baring fashion choices of our peers, rather than our bodies being collectively oppressed by institutions that both obsessively desire and revile the cleavage-proud and dismiss or try to alter the cleavage-shy (for example). "
some real interesting thoughts going on here, not to mention badass style.
this is from an art show of the same name, “still figuring it out: a feminist coming of age.” reblogging to add credit.
Zoe Leonard, Frontal View, Geoffrey Beene Fashion Show, 1990
“I wanted to photograph fashion shows, I had all these ideas about adornment and entrapment, theories about buttons and corsetting. So, I snuck into a bunch of the collections — the big fall fashion shows. I had absolutely no intention of looking up anyone’s skirt. I shot tons of pictures — well over a hundred rolls of film. The most charged moments were completely unexpected. When a model’s dress flew up and I could see her underwear. That was interesting. Those turned out to be the best pictures. I worked with those and dropped the rest. At Documenta, it was also largely instinctive. When I first went to Kassel, the Neue Galerie was not one of the sites offered to me. But something intrigued and bothered me about the paintings. The sober, airless rooms, the satiny wallpaper. I thought this could be interesting. I had feelings I wanted to get at, but I wasn’t sure how. I wanted to bring myself into the gallery. And a strong female presence, address women as artists, as objects of art (models), as viewers of art. The paintings all seemed like a monologue, all going one way. I wanted to inject my point of view, make it a conversation. I wanted to make something positive and strong. The museum made me uncomfortable, and I wanted to get at that. See if there was a way I could change it. As a kid, I wanted to be Van Gogh. But sometimes at the Met, I would want to be one of the beautiful women in the paintings. I was torn. Do I want to be Picasso or do I want to be one of these beautiful women. Which is more satisfying? Do I even have that choice? I used to leaf through this one book of Man Ray photographs in a virtual stupor over Meret Oppenheim and Lee Miller. Of course, at the time I had no idea that both of these women were artists. Similarly, at the fashion shows, I watch the models. I desire them, I envy their beauty, I pity their objectification and I am disgusted by the whole ritual — simultaneously and in equal measure.”
— Zoe Leonard interviewed in Journal of Contemporary Art
seriously, i don’t think even i realized until very recently how much zoe leonard’s art and words have marked me.
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this is kind of how i feel about the world right now, for so many reasons. call me a cynic, but this ain’t revolution. tolerance is not revolutionary.
for more context: originally from 52 acts.