who made my clothes—fashion revolution
We have our Fashion Weeks, but this week is a special week for those of us who love and love to hate the craziness of the fashion industry. To read what I’ve said before go here.
Who made my clothes? If you’re interested in the slow fashion movement, you really only need to know one phrase to begin delving into a pretty complex problem.
“Who made my clothes?” that’s it.
From those four words, other questions begin to fall into place: Where? Under what circumstances? With what kinds of materials? Is this sustainable?
But, to whom do you address this question?
Diversity in Fashion
After taking two trains, trekking through a neighborhood that would have scared a wimpy woman, and waiting for an hour and a half, I was sitting at the Brooklyn Fashion Week fashion show. Here are some observations I made about that event.
Diversity is happening.
In case you haven’t noticed, (where have you been?) it’s official, fashion has finally come to include people once marginalized, it now more closely mirrors the society we live in. Whether or not you like the results, it’s a good thing for all of us.
Fashion shows really do never start on time.
Well some do, the ones at fashion week maybe, where the venue is scheduled with designer following designer and there’s no margin for delays. But otherwise, bring water, or a flask, and be prepared to people watch.
Women of color know how to walk with pride.
I know I’m making a generalization, but it’s my observation that women of color know how to walk with pride. Seeing woman after woman, come walking down the runway, this show was a powerful reminder of that. I seldom see white women walk with the kind of grounded, self-assurance that women of color can pull off.
To battle horrific conditions and make history: conquer
This year Des Linden was the winner of the Boston Marathon, the first female, American winner in 33 years!
Since I posted a picture of last year’s female winner of the New York Marathon, Shalane Flanagan, I’m making marathon winner posts a thing.
Men And Aging
This is a great little comment, from my friend Eileen, to yesterday’s post about Isabella Rossellini and “the revolution.” Eileen and a friend were pondering…
“We were wondering why men aged better than women? I just figured it out when I opened your blog.
It’s because we think they do.
We accept their aging, we admire their physical change. Women haven’t been given the nod to embrace their transformation.”