a conversation with friends is honest, beautiful, and full of life.
a conversation I had this weekend brought out my blog - it's title, and it's meaning. it's content, and it's body.though not many people know - as I don't care for them to - I write. I write poetry, stories, lyrics, and anything else that comes out in words. the title for my blog was simply created when I was presented with a blank space labelled "title of your blog" - it couldn't have been more spur of the moment. though random, it certainly does indicate the space my mind is in - inconsistancy. Erin pointed out to me even, that the title is the perfect description - inconsistancy… I have no rhyme or reason for my blog other than to vent, express, share, and portray.
that all being said, I also live my life with the need for a creative outlet. I learned quickly in university, that when you learn dismal information about the declining state of the world, I needed an outlet. I once had a professor start our second year, Sociological Theory class like this: "My name is - I teach - I am the author of many papers, and have written and contributed to multiple textbooks. I am working on a book currently, in which I explore the thesis… of… well bluntly - the world is fucked". I was destined to hate the world. after this, I discovered my love for "the simple life" - people scoff, and can't understand how I can watch such garbage, after reading Noam Chomsky. I needed a mental break. to avoid totally disconecting from the world I live in, I needed a time to understand that I could be part of the same thing, and still live an analytical life.
by acting on small impulses - such as bringing vegan cookies to a bake exchange (despite the fact that I can't eat anything I bring home), making jewellry, and using recycled parts to reuse - I am inserting myself into popular and mainstream culture, and demonstrating the relative 'ease' of making changes.
I look at things like fashion as creativity - it's not looking for what is in, or buying off of a mannequin - it's about colours, history, creativity, and respect.
I've posted before, from the Devil wears Prada, in which miranda embarasses andy with a tirade on fashion - I couldn't agree more.
Miranda Priestly: "This... 'stuff'? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff."
fashion, art, photography, politics, criticism, and the like have long been intertwined. from flappers who were their own source of social opposition, to people who can not read or write and instead use art to portray stories and history - we see resistance, strength, beauty, and society reflected in each of these things… and I love every part of them.someone described my blog as a "stream of consciousness blog" and I couldn't agree more. I will continue to stream my conciousness.
I can only hope it apeases some senses.
photos from: my kinda fairy talee // pinterest