Vashdaman
Za Warudo
For a long time I thought that in the best case scenario fashion was just another medium of self expression, and I still kind of think it is, or at least can be, but even when it is, maybe that's even more dangerous? More and more I'm realizing that as a medium that entirely hinges on the exterior aesthetic, I feel it puts those who end up enjoying and caring about it at huge risk of investing and reading too much into what is ultimately the superficial. To clarify my opening sentence: it's probably not so hard to imagine why the trend obsessing type of fashion might be considered fascist, you're not cool or beautiful if you don't have the latest in trend look,; but maybe those type of people might at least understand, due to the transience of the trends they covet, that at the end of day, it's all just fickle superficial nonesense, it's all meaningless fluff that's good for a laugh at best. Whereas, perhaps the less on-trend but deeply passionate "my clothes are who I am" type of person is perhaps at an even greater risk then the trend hopper of judging people based on their aesthetic sensibilities or lack thereof, which is a state of affairs I consider inexpressibly tragic. But to me it seems that both the former and latter interest in superficiality run a huge risk of leading to that woeful state. So my question is this: Is is possible to realistically have an passion for fashion without increasing these fascistic tendencies? And not just fashion, but should we as a society not try and demote aestheticism in general to the low status it deserves? For example, I don't know how people enjoy reading the Pillow Book, or bleat on about the elegance of Heian Court society; to me that was a world every bit as fascist as the one Hitler strived for, you can just replace the wrong religion/skin colour with bad calligraphy/wrong colour kimono.
You can tell I'm someone experiencing a dismorphia induced mental breakdown for sure, but am I not slightly on to something here? I feel like I've just cracked the Divinchi code.
You can tell I'm someone experiencing a dismorphia induced mental breakdown for sure, but am I not slightly on to something here? I feel like I've just cracked the Divinchi code.
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