Truth on the runways.
(Even more) truth on the streets.
Ah, New York Fashion Week. The special time that comes around only twice a year, where the finest and most extravagant (and sometimes the most ridiculous) creations are sent down the runway – all to the watchful eyes of critics, buyers, stylists and hoards of eager fashionistas. This season, however, it was less about the outlandish, and more about the political. No, I stand corrected. It was completely about making a statement.
SARTORIALLY & POLITICALLY SPEAKING
In as much as (some) of the designs that walked down the runway took my breath away, it was how designers and models and influencers stood united in sending a message about social and political justice (or perhaps a sad lack thereof) that really stood out for me.
Because let’s face it, people.
Fashion can be one mother of a catty world.
Let’s not attempt to sugarcoat things, shall we? Catty and bitchy and, more often than not, blatantly cruel and manipulative. And it is precisely because of this volatile environment that the solidarity presented by its key citizens left such an impression on me. If they could set aside blog rankings and statistics, and comparing the number of zeros in their cheques, albeit for that one week, perhaps it’s something I can try to emulate on ground level, in my muggle world.
Although, I must add, those over-the-top, grandiose public displays of unity do beg the question of whether they’re merely acts of grandstanding. Of posturing and peacocking, purely for the benefit of cameras snapping away.
Cynical, you say?
Optimistic that I’ll be proved wrong and that these are, in truth, genuine acts of solidarity? Cautiously very much so. I want to be wrong. I want to see people doing things without an agenda.
One thing is undeniable though.
I’m not doing nearly enough on my own.
I’ve always believed that if I stay true to myself and do what I think is right, when presented with a platform, I should speak. Loudly and clearly, and stand up for what I believe to be true. And at this particular moment in our history, nothing rings with more clarity than the need to foster
sisterhood unity regardless of ethnicity, race, age, size.
O N E N E S S
In the words of Jeremy Scott, “Our voice is the only thing that will protect us.”
I’m not sure what it is precisely that I intend to do but I do know I want to do more. Be it in terms of what I write or the items I clothe my body with, or both. I’m still thinking of how I can actually contribute towards being a part of the voice of change. If you’re of the same mind, let me know? Perhaps we can do something together.
From a fashion perspective, this is what I wore for my first day of New York Fashion Week (one of the coldest days I’ve ever experienced, 9th February). I wore it to the Tadashi Shoji and Noon by Noor runway shows. I’m not including a review of the collections because, well, I’m writing this a month later but if you’d like a look at the designs, you can see their individual pieces here and here. They were both MAGNIFICENT.
On a separate note, I want to thank everyone for your kind words concerning my grandfather. His demise hit me harder than I’d expected, to be honest. We weren’t particularly close the last few years because of distance as well as the fact that he no longer recognised anyone. Yet when he passed, there was a big hole inside of me, and I felt empty, unable to write, hence the absence of blog posts. Thank you again.
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