This picture was shown to me by one of my fashion friends. It’s from Sao Paolo fashion week courtesy of Celebrity Smack!
Pictures like these are always going to illicit comments about the disparity between models and the general public. Fashion insiders will declare this women unfit to walk the runway. They’ll say she’s too fat and unsightly to walk around in a bikini. This straightforwardness will evoke a defensive element in women and others who believe that the fashion industry does not portray an accurate portrayal of society. This idealization is what some believe to be the root of several mental disorders like body dis-morphia, anorexia, bulimia and the such.
I will never trivialize these diseases. I believe them to be serious and cause-worthy. However, diseases like this are based on a set of factors that are internal to the victim. As long as we as a society idealize human beings, these diseases will exist.
Having declared this, Karolina Kurkova is indeed unfit to walk the runway. We have to think about this from an economic perspective. This woman is paid crazy amounts of money to portray a specific idealized image of the human body. Her job is to maintain herself. She is paid to be something that we cannot be. If models were normalized, what would separate us from them? Nothing. Anyone could get up onto the runway and walk a few paces to some stupid music.
This woman’s job is dependent on the way she looks. If I didn’t do what I got paid to do, I would get fired. Likewise even if she looks normal compared to people on the sidewalk, that’s not what she gets paid for. She is unfit to perform her assigned task.
This may seem harsh, but this reasoning is exactly why models have short shelf-lives. Their period of perfection is usually short term and based on what the look for the season is. Modeling is a business based on someone’s appearance.
That’s why they are called models. They’re not supposed to look like us.
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Tags: eating disorders, fashion, fat, Karolina Kurkova, models, Sao Paolo
i recently made a trip out to the islands to visit some family and spend some quiet days relaxing by the beach. Like always I made plans to go to at least four different beaches, but those plans quickly fell through once I had seen that the renovations on the shopping malls had been completed with whole new wings and landscaping. Why even bother traveling 6,000 miles to go to Prada when I have one two blocks from me?
Well, I’ll tell you why. My childish dream to visit every Prada store in existence again resurfaced as I noticed the huge construction board plastered with this season’s ad campaign.
Even better is that with this current slowdown in business most brands are offering sales earlier than last year and at steeper discounts. So of course, I HAD to buy something like the slaving consumer that I am.
And after working in retail, I’ve finally understood the importance of creating a relationship with a specific sales associate at all the stores I visit. It’s through these connections that you can learn so much more information that was previously unavailable. For instance, the asst. manager and the sales associate that I was working with laid out the pricing structure between different regions of the US. I didn’t think it was that much, but some of the items I was looking at were at least 22% different in price. Insane. Plus having items shipped between states – because of their legal structure – is considered tax free and can save anywhere from 5 to 10% depending on the state that you live in. This is true for most national stores that will ship from within the store. Also, because I had built relationships with the Asst manager, I was able to try on some of the fall items that were yet to be placed on the sales floor. It’s amazing how being nice can be so rewarding.
This is only the tip of the iceberg. These people will let you know of future incentives, future markdowns, future shipments and the such. Of course spending money at these places helps to build these connections, but sometimes it only takes courtesy and respect to help solidify a favorable image of yourself within the store. And also not to return items! Returning items devours commission. I don’t think I need to explain that.
Bad Bad Bad.
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I turn thirty in a few years.
I’ve thought that every day for the past year.
I am no longer a child capable of blaming my inexperienced youth for my stupid mistakes. Now when I make mistakes, it’s me who is at fault. I can’t hide behind an idealistic and slightly inebriated perspective of the world at the age of 30.
I do not want to become an overgrown child who still believes they can pull off “irony.”
A few years ago, I promised myself that I would only allow myself to wear certain things after a certain age.
I hate to say it, but fashion is important not only in the realm of self-reflection and self-expression, but also in the perspective of others. It colors who you are to others and if I plan on being a respected adult member of society capable of a career, family, a house and children I need to be aware of the image I send out. Hell, I’m still going to send out an elitist fuck-you artsy-fartsy image, but I’m going to be grown up about the way I do it.
So here are some of the general guidelines that I created:
1) no more ill fitting clothing – When you’re younger, it’s fun to play with proportions. I mean, who doesn’t remember getting a pair of grossly baggy pants and belting them to you like you were adhering a potato sack to your body? Adults who dress that way don’t look fun loving, but sloppy and clueless. EW.
2) no more flouro – Okay, so i was a child of the 80s and as a result, I am FASCINATED by flourescent colors. If any of you have seen photoshop work, rainbow zebra print doesn’t even begin to describe my affinity for the hypercolor palatte. Wet it and it changes from white to hot pink. FUCK YEAH. But, if I saw a man -not a boy but a MAN – wear neon green pants, I’d have to shoot him and then myself. It’s just tacky after a certain age. It’s not cute.
3) no more graphic tees – I used to collect these things from vintage stores, thrift stores and flea markets. The stranger and the older the better. It’s my Japanese genetic legacy for the obscure. What can I say? But, graphic tees are synonymous with a culture that screams rebellion against the responsibilities of life. The T-shirt was iconic for James Dean and the anti-establishment sect. I’m not trying to become a republican, but why not let go of using fashion to express discontent with “the man” and use what grown-ups use to change the world. Money and Lobbyists.
I’m not saying that there aren’t exceptions to my personal guidelines above. And I would never try to dictate the personal stylings of another creative being. I mean there are people who can pull the above off at an age much higher than my age of transition. But, I’m not about to start painting my face white and wear tiny hats.
Fashion is not just about you. It’s about learning what is appropriate for the circumstance.
And I want to portray myself as a respected member of society who is not afraid to be an adult and who is capable of an intelligent conversation.
I don’t want to look like anyone who is going to hound people about the nearest coke den.
Fuck yeah. We solid.
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Tags: boys, fashion, men, quarter-life crisis, thirty
I recently was invited along to the MCA opening celebration for the Jeff Koons exhibit in Chicago by some friends who were members of the museum.
It was the usual crowd of wealthier white women in daring dresses, gaggles of slightly pudgy gay men who believed themselves to be art critics, smaller couplings of gay men who actually knew what they were talking about (of course, dressed in black with eccentric eye-wear ), hetero males with female counterparts who were the subject of their desperation and then of course those of us who just like to admire how pretty things look.
The piece to the right [courtesy of Jeff Koons] was one of my favorities.
What a pretty metal bunny.
Some of the pieces were amazing. Some were boring in their approach with their lack of originality in tackling an issue visited time and time again by artists of every generation. Then again, I felt that about a lot of the pieces there. Specifically, the items from Made in Heaven and the items from Banality.
The examination of taboo in our culture through simple shock tactics combined with the glorification of such acts through gazillion dollar lighting budgets is not really new now is it? I believe the pieces in the Made in Heaven series were effective in their purpose to illuminate the need to examine why something so natural is so foreign to us; however, the methodology is almost too obvious.
The Banality series questioned the validity of art objects in general. Many of his pieces are meant to illicit a primary emotional response without creating a cycle of irony – or so I’ve been told. Everyday objects as art for their icon status in our lives is not exactly a new idea either.
I much prefer to focus on the ideas that I like to ponder when I’m supposed to be working. I really liked the pieces splicing images of mass consumer culture to religion. Not new, but they were done in a fun way without being overly pretentious – minus the price tag issue. They were easy to understand and everybody could relate to them. I liked the ideas of celebrity as gods of our times. Or maybe it was just the big over sized head of Bob Hope that I liked.
Regardless of the half drunken amateaur critics that my friends were subjected to, I had a fun time being artsy fartsy again.
I may even spend money on a book this year about it.
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I’m slowly getting back into the blogging thing, because with all this extra time on my hands for the summer I might as well voice my opinion to anyone who will listen right?
So, I thought the picture to my right might be a good start. If you haven’t heard already, this is one of the new pictures for Tom Ford.
As I’m not a particular fan of Tom Ford post-Gucci, I’m inclined to start the hate. As Tom Ford has always been synonymous with sex in the fashion world, his other campaigns (ie, his fragrance or editorial press) have always pointed at sex without explicitly stating the subject matter within frame. They were often considered too crass for the mainstream, but were playfully so through its hammer-to-your-face allusion.
However, this particular image is not about invoking the imagination to conjure up fantasy. It lies there flat on its back like a dead hooker saying, “yes, we sell sex. 3754758589589 dollars please.”
It just doesn’t feel new or even relevant anymore. I understand that fashion will always be linked with sex. It’s inevitable. But the explicit imagery of sex doesn’t push any new boundaries in fashion or in art. It’s a dead horse that’s been violated way too many times.
There are new boundaries to push and with a man of Tom Ford’s creativity, I expect more than just a gratuitous penis shot.
Which by the way, can be found after the jump.
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walked down michigan ave today from our house to go to the art institute.
normally, i hate museums. i have a small attention span and quickly lose interest in the somberness of an occasion like that.
saw the Gris guitar, a few PIcassos, a Matisse, a Dali and some other randomness. the Pollock was not being shown which was unfortunate.
it wasn’t horrible.
though i was surprised that they let you take photographs. strange. they used to yell at me in nyc if i took out my cellphone.
but good times had by all
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it’s been a long time, since i took the time to leave physical manifestations of myself in the “blogosphere.”
Does anyone use that word anymore?
regardless, i’ve been in chicago for a few months and my life has quickly become something i was desperately trying to avoid whilst in new york: an adventurous journey into the depths of self-pity and self-denial that are resultant of perpetual dream hand-outs that the new york public educational system will provide to keep mouths open in awe and wonder so that they don’t yap in class.
i’m feeling sorry for myself. big deal. everyone is doing it. you should too…
i’m watching a hit list of japanese pop stars on tv. it’s supposedly a collection of the biggest hits of 2007.
it’s nice to know that the US is not the only industrialized state to experience diarrhea of crappy music.
in the meantime, please enjoy this orgy of youtube goodness courtesy of weezer:
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