Here's a great and succinct piece about fast fashion ... and its anti-dote, slow fashion.
So much is important, yet one aspect that grips me these days is the homogenizing of design.
Street style is starting to look like high-school: people are adhering more and more to proscriptive ways of dress - everyone's starting to look the same. (And I'm referring to grown-ups, those, hopefully, self-possessed and independent, unlike teens subjected to the angst-ridden and cruel pressures of high school.)
With the net jettisoning messages worldwide in an instant, the street here is becoming the street there, stretching into one continuous uniform strip; Brisbane, Stockholm, Austin, Bangkok, London, Florence, Amsterdam, Brooklyn (yes, that leveller of aesthetic), Kyoto, you name it, it's all starting to resemble what I see in my own neighbourhood of Vancouver.
Glance at a copy of Monocle or Dwell, scroll through The Sartorialist, style is synchronizing into a few narrowing parameters, an undifferentiating template subordinating language, culture and place. Clothing, its merchandizing, cafés, apothecaries (!), even bicycles, all seem to be falling into, or out of, one curatorial gaze.
So, my question: whose gaze is it?
So much is important, yet one aspect that grips me these days is the homogenizing of design.
Street style is starting to look like high-school: people are adhering more and more to proscriptive ways of dress - everyone's starting to look the same. (And I'm referring to grown-ups, those, hopefully, self-possessed and independent, unlike teens subjected to the angst-ridden and cruel pressures of high school.)
With the net jettisoning messages worldwide in an instant, the street here is becoming the street there, stretching into one continuous uniform strip; Brisbane, Stockholm, Austin, Bangkok, London, Florence, Amsterdam, Brooklyn (yes, that leveller of aesthetic), Kyoto, you name it, it's all starting to resemble what I see in my own neighbourhood of Vancouver.
Glance at a copy of Monocle or Dwell, scroll through The Sartorialist, style is synchronizing into a few narrowing parameters, an undifferentiating template subordinating language, culture and place. Clothing, its merchandizing, cafés, apothecaries (!), even bicycles, all seem to be falling into, or out of, one curatorial gaze.
So, my question: whose gaze is it?
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