Relationships between Fashion and Politics

“With the number of seasons, collections and fashion weeks increasing, political statements benefit brands by attracting media coverage. But they also position fashion as more art than industry, all the better to smooth friction between progressive values and capitalist profit motive.”

from “Why Being a Democrat is Always Fashionable: Dressing in US Election Times” by Alice Hines in Vestoj

http://vestoj.com/why-being-a-democrat-is-always-fashionable/

“We have the 1930s to thank for a by-now-familiar paradox: Americans’ clothes became more similar even as their bodies diverged along class lines.”

from “Why We Look the Way We Look Now” by Deborah Cohen in the Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2014/05/the-way-we-look-now/359803/?utm_source=SFFB

this week in the margins

Hello! Every week I will be publishing this section called ‘this week in the margins.’ It is titled thus because I am an extremely fragmentary writer–I like to jot down pieces of poetry and arbitrary thought on trains and between classes and hate keeping them to myself–so every Wednesday I will be compiling them offloading them here.  

Because of finals, this is coming on a Friday, but I haven’t really had time to think for myself at all. I have, however, listened to a lot of Frank Ocean this week, so I’ve sort of compiled some of my favorite lines into a lazy found poem. Until next week….

 

from frank

what can i do?

to know?

you better?

sixteen?

how was i supposed to know? anything

what can i do? what can i do

close enough, close enough to prove

how come ecstasy

always

depresses me so?

peace to the boy(s) that we used to be though

self-contained and aware

just a fond farewell to a friend

both our hands are filthy, pointing up at the moon

close enough, close enough to prove

mind over matter

is magic, i do magic

there’s light with no heat

can’t outrun

can’t outrun something you need

i had whatsapped him for atonement

recreation, I do magic

can’t wait some, something you, something out there

green emeralds, pink diamonds

cut your teeth on sheets in paris

apple jackal

at the mercy

of you

infatuation’s your rush

recreation is keeping us all self contained, and aware

of each other’s form

how was i supposed to know?

anything

this week in the margins

Hello! Every week I will be publishing this section called ‘this week in the margins.’ It is titled thus because I am an extremely fragmentary writer–I like to jot down pieces of poetry and arbitrary thought on trains and between classes and hate keeping them to myself–so every Wednesday I will be compiling them offloading them here.  Due to school stress, not much sporadic thought this week…

serving up trauma with a side of “reevaluating my place in the structure of premature death” and “the imposition of helplessness”

logos as a means of (responsibly?) returning to eros

testimony occurs in the failings of law–something hushed or unspeakable had to have happened for a testimony to be what it is/have a politically and socially grave/weighty identity

the subway exists in so many times and so many places, and the L has such a short memory–there’s still a chain, i dropped, bouncing around on the orange line somewhere, sometime.