Because I use Tumblr as a dumping ground for half-finished thoughts, I was going to post something about how a co-worker called The Dark Night’s Joker “this year’s The Crow” and how in link-hopping I found a forum thread over a hundred pages long dissecting and discussing every single thing about his outfit. Or how I found competitive replica patterned tie listings, even.
And I was going to say that in a perfect world we’d see people using the great job of the costumers as a jumping point for reinterpretation of another character.
But have thirty seconds of ducks instead. Chase recommends you watch it listening to Slayer.
ELLEgirl Editors’ Blog : Prom Styles, New Bands, Celebrity Gossip: Men in Tights
God.
Okay, although the Jezebel entry linking to this was focusing more on pantyhose/nylons (there’s a difference)—which I agree are super lame-o, more for texture and look—overall, this is about not letting a section of humanity do what they want.
And, frankly, it’s ignoring a consumer base. Though there’s a men’s section at Sock Dreams, the only difference is that “men’s” sock only means a bigger foot, or less frills. I wear men’s socks, Chase has some girly socks.
There’s a hunt to find products that fit more people, and it disregards gender. Big feet, broad hips, muscled thighs and calves are overlooked by suppliers. But those folks want to have pretty shit too.
Great comment from the Jezebel article:
As I’ve said before (well, perhaps not in this way), whether you like men that act like “men”, men that act like “women”, women that act like level 3 wizards, or charming single polar bears with monocles, it’s okay. Unless you’re a douchebag about it.
And so we become more and more fearful, and we take more and more pictures, hoping that this next one will be the one that shows us who we really are and want to be — but validated through the objectivity of a lens.
I wonder if it’s an extension of not even knowing oneself, or what one wants to project into the world, however shallow. My teen years were compounded by having a fucked-up face, so I started taking pictures myself, documenting. I look painful in old photos, because I’m clearly posing.
Now, I get documented and have been for the past five years, thanks to Chase. And, even the most unflattering pictures I don’t hate. I couldn’t tell you if it’s because I just innately learned to hold myself, or if I stopped caring. I think it’s not caring. When you’re a person who is just existing—even if it’s only in situations with friends and family—you look more true to life in photos. You don’t think “God, I look awful.” The thought is “Jesus, what a fucking great time that was.”
I guess it’s like how I don’t understand exactly why we need to wash our cars. If you love it, doesn’t it age?
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Here’s how I see it. Though the days of the slip may be sliding, we’re gaily re-entering an age of foundation garments. Everything in fashion seems to be ‘structured’ lately. Jennifer Connolly’s crazy-ass Balenciaga thing of a while ago is an example, the winged Prada shoes of recently are another. On the opposite end of the whatever spectrum, when you wear slips as clothes, you might want a some foundation.
I am sure there are maths to this. Magical maths that align the economy and how women are feeling about that to the fashion of it.
Or—and this is such a guess—things come in cycles.
via chaseallgood.com
I know I throw links to Chase’s work all the time. I try not to be too overzealous about it, but I worry that I am.
Here’s the thing—Yes, I live with and love the guy, so I’m sure I’m biased. But his work is God-damn good. You can tell that he adores Zoe Strauss, Alec Soth and Martin Parr, but extracts what he needs from them and does his own thing.
I feel sometimes that it is like watching a movie or going to a show alone. I am seeing something great happen as Chase’s work finds itself, but all that joy of the experience has nowhere to go.
“And I do not believe it to be a serious problem. Why in the world would the humans produce a weapon that could not, in some manner, be controlled? A device that would annihilate its user along with its victim. It makes no sense; no sense at all.”
“They’re Morts. They didn’t have to make sense,” replied Zerena.
”Darkness of the Light, by Peter David (through Tor.com)
As I noted in a one of my standardly awkward reviews, this book deals with a favourite science fiction concept: all humanity has going for it is their creativity, cruelty and luck.
Not that Darkness is a stunning book. But it is interesting. We’ve either got it made or are so totally fucked.
Chase and I sometimes talk about “The Amy Winehouse Thing”. It was something that’d been in the back of my mind for a while, and crystalised with this picture. What I said about it was this:
“The angle is tilted, but not extremely, just enough to throw the viewer off. There are multiple light sources, working together perfectly to create the washed-out face that carries the “exposed character” look across with the bonus of smoothing the skin. Random concerned dude is in the shot just enough, without dominating the image.
With a little post, better set dressing and her chin up just a bit it’s almost a studio shot.”
Another almost-perfect shot was this one, and even when the woman is not totally on she is still almost there.
She’s not the only one, though some people are just made to be always on, but I think you have to be a little weird and around paparazzo a lot and you cross this divider, where you’re always on and everything looks like an ad shoot, and if something’s off, it’s clearly the photographer not stepping up.
Kidada Jones: Fashion: Wmagazine.com
This woman is making Disney hip to the kind of people who want more than kitsch out of their nostalgia consumerism. I guess for every interesting article (in this issue, a spread on the Museum of Islamic Art in Qatar) there must be something like this.
