For the next week, I’ll write nothing but reviews of haute couture shows. I’ll praise some, criticize others, and even give them star ratings.
Who am I to dare even think of questioning the megnificence of Dior or the genius of Karl Lagerfeld? Why, a young girl who tackled putting words into sentences and managing a simple WordPress site. In a word, a blogger.
Whenever you see the words fashion and feminism together, you’re also likely to find the prefix anti- between them. In spite of great books like Linda Scott’s Fresh Lipstick, or articles such as this one, the belief persists that it’s somehow degrading for a woman to care about clothes. What if it’s the other way round? What if it’s men who are deprived of something when, under the threat of being ridiculed, they’re banned from dressing up?
The Oscars of fashion were presented earlier this week. Yes, I know that you know. After all, you’d been awaiting them at least since March, when the nominees were announced. You followed speculations about who will win – God, there was no end to these. You woke up on Tuesday excited and anxious to check the results, and then you went on to discuss them with friends and read media analysis of the ceremony and its outcomes.
Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric. (Theodor Adorno, 1951)
Once in a while, happens something that reminds us that there is no such thing as a free lunch, or cheap fashion. Last week, a garment factory building in Dhaka, Bangladesh collapsed, due to severe neglect, killing over 400 employees. And we can only imagine the conditions in which they were working.
Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world – goes one of fashion’s favourite clichés. I have no proof that it is false. We never know. Perhaps Angela Merkel’s hidden secret is her magical footwear. Maybe Margaret Thatcher did what she did thanks to wearing the perfect pumps. However, the opposite is definitely true: give a girl the wrong shoes, and she cannot conquer the world.
Pink (the colour) is a lot like Justin Bieber (the, ekhem, singer.)
Little girls love it. Slightly bigger girls hate it with a passion. Even bigger girls sometimes come back to “loving” it ironically. Boys of all ages avoid it like the plague. For inexplicable reasons, it is linked with homosexuality. Not in a good way, though. That’s for rainbow and Lady Gaga.