My last post
has sparked some responses among friends- especially the statement
that fashion is frivolous so it got me thinking. Maybe this is me
coming to grips with my Polish, serious background and standing up
for what has meaning for me personally. Growing up I was
surrounded by lawyers, doctors, teachers, serious people with serious
jobs and also serious people who had respect and a certain power
because of their jobs. It made perfect sense- doctors save lives,
they make our life less complicated and painful, lawyers at their
best they can defend people who deserve defence, they make sure
injustices do not happen, they highlight issues which need addressing
and teachers teach- inspire, help others grow, they support and
develop the brains of those who need it.
So how does
fashion fit into it all? Is it the throwaway industry which is
dismissed by doctors, lawyers and teachers? Well it depends on the
person, doesn't it. Not every teacher or doctor will be fashionable,
but the more fun, exciting, adventurous ones might. It will bring
colour to their lives, it will add an extra dimension to a day when
they can and want to shake off some of the seriousness.
Fashion does
not even have to be frivolous as it is either- it all depends on the
people who run it and who love it. It's up to the industry to look
after its image. I think the days of when fashion was a total
extravaganza without a look at its impact on society are over or
reserved for very few. The longevity of fashion too depends on a more
interesting, complex and humanitarian approach to the people within
it- the unpaid interns in London and factory workers in Bangladesh
who work for next to nothing and have no say in their destiny. As for
inspiration it is that for sure, maybe not every day and maybe not
all of it, but who does not enjoy a nice looking thing?
Maybe the
question is double edged and maybe we should acknowledge how much we
actually love and need fashion. I did an experiment with
someone I liked and wore a red dress because I read somewhere that
red is the colour for romance. And so it worked- he did notice me and
commented on it. So sometimes things are that simple and we are that
simple- animals who respond to primary colours. On an another
occasion I was put off by my teacher who was not wearing shoes at our
exhibition- there was an ongoing issue of her being too slack in her
approach and the lack of shoes just did it for me. Too relaxed too
soon or out of synch with the rest of us. So clothes are signifiers,
being done up or being dressed up will command respect or disapproval
or state an intention. Things are more relaxed now in terms of dress
code, but we are still trying to achieve something with garments, at
least our newly liberated selves can have more fun with them as we
choose our attire based on a situation or mood. For me personally
clothes have always been a marker of my otherness, the not-wanting-
to- be-a-doctor stance simply because I couldn't wear want I want or
at least it looked that way. I didn't want to work for certain
companies because their dress code was too stuffy, I found it
claustrophobic, restrictive and depressing. I thought of joining the
army at some point, but the idea of a uniform put me off- and it
wasn't so much the beautiful ceremonial ones, just the idea that I
would have to wear what I liked only on days off. Having to comply
with a corporate dress code, even of the casual Fri variety always
made me feel rebellious- how will I know I want to wear jeans on a
Fri? What kind of lifestyle is this which rotates on such regular
basis? It felt all too impersonal. So maybe the answer is valuing
fashion will put me on the margins of respectability and the question
is whether I am okay with that. I might always be in a minority and I
might also be the only who values it for the way I do and as much as
I do. But isn't fashion supposed to be individualistic? And
maybe also it asks for others to see past my feathers and ask
themselves why I wouldn't want to be a lawyer or a doctor and by that
time they already in a different world.
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