Apr. 10th, 2017 08:18 pm
anotheranon: (illus)
Given LJ's deeply problematic new terms of service I'm moving this whole journal over to Dreamwidth. Same user name and hopefully all the same archives, though I'm not clear on how long this will take. My writer blog posts will also now be directed to Dreamwidth.
anotheranon: (adventure)
It's been a silly weekend.

Friday I flew out to Sacramento for D.'s 1920s-themed holiday party. He was already out there for work; his company was graciously flying me in for the party itself, and I was looking forward to a break from the cold weather and the opportunity to costume, followed by a visit with D.'s mom.

Yeah, it didn't quite work that way.

I don't think anyone could have predicted that a winter storm would close Dallas/Ft. Worth airport.

Snow and ice. In Dallas. Not incredibly likely, which is why they weren't prepared and hence, the shutdown.

Then the trip got interesting.

I could type out a boring blow by blow: the numerous times I cycled through the main airline desk try and get any flight to the west coast, the inconvenience of losing my bag in luggage limbo for the entire weekend (complete with our costumes, all my clothes, and most of my cosmetics), or the obvious fact that I missed the fun party and definitely got cheated out of warm weather.

But I won't, because that's not the interesting part. )

The oddest of all was how little the chaos got to me. Normally I am a creature of habit, OCD enough that fret over every little thing, but when a situation arose that was beyond control or reckoning I just went with the flow and it turned out ok. And I remembered what it was like to trust people right off the bat.

So what should have sucked, didn't.

As I type my bag is in transit to my door from a local airport - in theory. It was supposed to be here 2 hours ago, but whatever - I'll make do.
anotheranon: (busy)
I've not posted in almost a month, so here's the quick and dirty version of what's been up:

  • Health: The "bunion" turned out to be just bursitis, and now I have custom orthotics to keep it from getting worse.

    Fun tip: stick-on velcro in the sole works well for holding orthotics in place.

  • Media: have been sucked into Sleepy Hollow (makes free and loose with the history, but the characters have good chemistry) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (a couple of strong episodes but still finding it's feet).

    Saw Thor 2; thought the world/main characters were better than in the first one plus more Loki and Darcy = yay. Saw Ender's Game; I enjoyed it but never read the book so I didn't have nostalgia/expectations going in (yes, I know. I rationalize because D. loved the book as a kid before we all knew what a 'phobe Orson Scott Card is).

    Watched "Goonies" and "Beetlejuice" for the first times since…high school? [ profile] jlsjlsjls: Beetlejuice may have showcased the first documented pair of swants (scroll down), and Delia's other costumes definitely pioneered Japanese designers.

  • Sewing: bwahaha! Writing has eaten my sewing time.

  • Writing: still consumes me though I did not do NaNoWriMo; had good writing days both alone and with [ profile] dustdaughter.

    Teaching myself Scrivener because I'm rapidly losing track of multiple Word files.

  • Reading: mostly crunchy academic tomes for the book sprinkled with occasional fiction so my brain doesn't explode. See: Hollow City, Ooomph: A Little Super Goes a Long Way, Halo Effect.

  • Thanksgiving: we spent with [ profile] kiya and [ profile] lady_masque and friends with tons of food.

    Played Arkham Horror for the first time and am staggered at the complexity of the game play.

    Turned everyone on to Alton Brown's cocoa brownies (which I've linked to before but are so good it's worth doing again).

  • Cats: routine vaccination updates turned into clearing up an aggressive ear infection for Spice; she is deaf now, though we don't know whether this is because of infection or treatment :( Due to the stress of repeated vet visits she didn't eat for a week and we're now plying her with tuna and canned food to bulk her back up.

  • Fencing: competed a couple of weeks ago and am proud I was only defeated 10-6 by a scary B rated vet in my final direct elimination.

    Arrogantly(?) think I stand a chance of getting my D this season if I can keep my head on straight.

  • Holiday: only thing planned so far is D.'s office party which is 1) 1920s themed and 2) in CA. So costume and slightly warmer weather = win.

  • Whisky: hoo boy yeah!

I'm very slowly catching up with y'all. I probably won't comment much but know I AM reading.
anotheranon: (illus)
So yesterday I got a new car.

This has been a long time coming and the trunk and window snarl-up from last week only made the inevitable more urgent.

Understand, only part of the reason I put it off so long is because I hate the entire process of car shopping (more on that anon). It's also because I'm hard on cars and want to wring every last ounce of usable life out of them before I consign them to the junker.

Well, perhaps not very hard on cars, though I admit a tendency to scuff up the underside by parking too close to the curb, or taking corners too shallowly and denting up the rims. But I do think it's wasteful to trade in a car just because some of the conveniences no longer work, and I do expect whatever car I drive to be able to take this wear and tear in stride.

The Civic has been like a tiny tank in this regard - it still runs, even without A/C, power windows, or trunk pop - but after 14 years (! see, a tank!) it had become more expensive than the price of the car to fix these things. So...

the car shopping saga, in all it's bloody glory )

So after several hours of paperwork I have a shiny new car - and it's the first time I've owned new, and not used. And it gave me pause because I've always thought of myself as a bad driver who is hard on my car: do I really deserve a new one?

Yeah, I think I do, especially if it means I don't have to do this dog and pony show again for another ~14 years.

*Yes, I know. Except as a 40 year old woman driving a Prius, fer crissake, I don't think most cops are going see me as a speeding risk.
anotheranon: (illus)
I've been so busy with new car research this past week that I completely forgot to post about last weekend's other activities, in which I did two new things.

First off, I used Skype for the first time. I've long known about it (how could I not?) but given my disinclination to use the phone I had no reason to use it until C.* moved to Germany and it became the best/cheapest way to call her.

Setting it up was easy, though it took some Googling to assure me that my laptop had both microphone and speakers (the extent of miniaturization of all these things never ceases to amaze me).

We had a nice long chat without having to worry about fees, time, or bars/coverage, etc. Also the video was nice because we could show each other our houses!

The other new thing was a bit harder. A fencing buddy, C., has been taking horseback riding lessons with the aim of learning to herd cattle and/or joust. I have no real interest in either of these but I do like horses and riding them, though I hadn't been on one since I was a kid, and then it was mostly for walking along park trails or the like. So, I thought some instruction wouldn't hurt: activities help me be social and this would be another social skill, and I thought it might be something D. and I could do together. Also, C. said it was good for core strength and core strength helps the fencing, so I signed D. and I up.

The lesson was great, as was the stable, but horseback riding more involved than I thought it would be! I enjoyed that we were told how to approach and lead the horse to the indoor ring, and I finally learned the names of bits and bridles and the other odd array of leather horse trappings that bewildered me as a child.

Riding went...ok. Walking felt familiar, but trotting is tons harder than it looked. Staying upright while bouncing in time with the horse's rhythm is a workout and not easy (and yes, it is FANTASTIC for posture!); I would need a lot more instruction to do this confidently.

So, I'm not going out riding with my friends anytime soon, though D. and I both had fun and agreed while we're not at the enthusiasm level of "OMG let's sign up for 20 lessons NOW!!" we'd definitely do it again.

*For the uninitiated: C. is my best friend/"sister from another mister" who I've known since I was 11. Her husband is military so they move around a lot, hence Germany.
anotheranon: (exercisegonebad)
This week 2 things started going bad: my car and my feet.

Car: Part of this has likely been my fault; I went twice over the recommended mileage between oil changes so when I went in they had to do a lot in addition to the oil change: rotate tires, change air filter, replace rear light bulb, etc. all of which went well.

Things started going south when they unwittingly rolled down my "trick" driver's side window - beyond a certain point it always sticks and the only way to roll it back up is to take the inside door panels off and do it manually. Which they dutifully did, but it required a lot of time on both mine and the mechanic's parts.

This morning I wake up to find that something has shorted out the trunk latch as well. It won't stay closed, which means that even if the battery stays charged (increasingly unlikely) I'll likely get pulled over if I drive it.

I'm going to try and take it into the mechanic this week and get it fixed but I'm not too concerned about a long term fix because all of this is a strong indicator that it's time to get a new(er) car. Not how I wanted to spend the next couple of weeks, but this is a long time coming and can't wait anymore.

I'm looking at a hybrid because I like the ethics of extreme fuel efficiency, but much as I like D.'s Prius I don't like the lack of rear visibility when switching lanes so I'm not sure what I'm going to end up with.

On the up side: NEW CAR!

My feet: I do believe I'm developing a bunion on my right foot! I'm no expert but I'm definitely getting a tender bump and my big toe is developing an obvious inward angle. Neither side of my family has a history of bunions and I don't wear heels often so I can only suspect that this is another artifact of fencing. It doesn't hurt too much or look bad...yet. I've booked an appointment with a podiatrist to fix this before either happens: not only do I not want another painful circus like I had a few years ago with plantaar fasciitis, I am too young and too vain to have bony "old lady" feet yet :P (And I love my occasional heel, gorramit!).
anotheranon: (90lb)

  • Even though I work alone at a desk, I never realized how much I rely on work to get me out of the house on a daily basis. I wasn't a total hermit during the shutdown, but if I don't get out of the house occasionally and have to talk to people other than D. I start to forget how to socialize.

  • I waste tons - I mean METRIC TONS OF TIME - goofing off online. Facebook, fanfic, stupid cat pix, you name it - even though I think I was fairly productive during my time off, it could have been so much BETTER.

  • Jogging to wake up is a good thing. I shall miss it.

  • I am seriously in need of a career change, but I don't know to what. Even if the writing thing pans out and I eventually publish something I'll always need a day job for the insurance. This is food for thought.

anotheranon: (790)
Yes, I know it won't TECHNICALLY be 2 weeks until Tuesday, but I feel chatty today.

Still getting up, still running mornings (barring hard rain). Still fencing 3 days a week, though my patience is not improving.

Still writing, using fanfiction as amusement/deadline practice and character building as exercises. I think I've built good personality frameworks for my 3 main characters, the class on creating backstories is next week.

Still managing to do a lot of research, in a wide variety of areas: housewifery, architecture, manners, sexual acts/mores, metallurgy/alchemy. Early modern English is rather dense (holy run on sentences, Batman!) but if I read slowly it doesn't seem as strange once I'm immersed for a few hours. And I'm exhausted just reading about all the responsibilities of 16th century housewives.

So all goes well, right? Not exactly:

No work this week, so I don't get paid.

I'm starting to suffer a bit from cabin fever/lack of social stimulus. It was great to see [ profile] skill_grl on my library run Tuesday and I'm still seeing fencing buds during evenings, but it's not nearly enough. D. is still working during the day so I go long stretches without talking to anyone. My inner introvert doesn't mind but strange though it sounds I worry about getting rusty.

I have not dressed for anyone other than the cats all week: no wild shoes, barely any makeup, I have not worn anything dressier than shorts in over 10 days, even when leaving the house. This may be why I'm not more jazzed about my sewing: in the short term it seems like there's no bloody point in having something shiny and new. I'm tempted to pull out my silk pajamas but I don't think they'd go well with my fuzzy socks. That, and the cats would slide off my lap (and I'm unwilling to give up quality lap time).

I'd go to the Mall museums, or finally visit the LOC except whoops, I can't because the yo yos in congress can't get their shit together. The stupidity grates.

I'd thought of taking a horseback riding class this weekend except I shouldn't be spending money I don't have and have no guarantee of regaining once work is back on.
anotheranon: (bi)
Same day every year, still as true as it was ~20 years ago when I first groked this about myself - I'm bisexual.

I'm still not very out. A few friends know; this past year I told my immediate family and even a co worker. It went well-ish: the co worker suspected anyway; the family was angry because I hadn't told them before (of course, they scoffed at my fear and made it all about them, but that's a rant for another post).

These may seem peewee steps to many of my friends that have been out comfortably for years, but to me they are huge. Intellectually I know that twenty years have passed since I was in the conservative suburb where being out presented real physical risk, but my gut still says it's stupid. It's not just for my physical safety either, it's fear of rejection and job loss. Being out to everyone is for people who are stronger than I am.

I have resolved to be honest whenever the subject comes up, but it almost never does. The assumption that everyone is straight still prevails, perhaps even more so when you're an old married lady.

So there it is.
anotheranon: (illus)
As of today I've been locked out of my office for a week. I have mixed emotions.

1) I think the shutdown is as pointless as ever, and am so annoyed by the sheer LACK of progress made at ending it that I can barely stand to look at the news. It wasn't even on the front page of the Post this morning, which I find disturbing as it means either no one in the press cares or that progress in negotiations has done so little it's not worth speaking of.

2) I am remarkably good at staying on task. Seriously - if I can keep away from Facebook and email, I can happily spend the day researching, reading, and sewing.

3) I rested over the weekend, but yesterday morning I was back on the AM run. Still feels awesome, still don't think I can keep it up when work starts back up.

4) Research. OMG the research! I love this, the way one article's bibliography leads to another is just enthralling! I met with a FOAF who is a currently furloughed historian and he gave me some pointers on sources to learn about the larger religious context in which my story takes place. On my own, I've discovered two historical facts that inspire interesting takes on narrative and characterization, one of which is persuading me it wants to be a story of it's own.

5) Sewing: kinda falling flat on this one, but it's my own fault. Hand sewing a 1/8" binding on a ravely raw edge is not as appealing as 16th century social history.

6) Reading: making a tiny dent, but that's largely because the stack is so large.

To sum up: in some mythical future year when I'm retired, I'm gonna have plenty to do. In truth, I'm having a great time with this unexpected vacation, but if the government doesn't open within a week (and I'm starting to suspect it won't it really won't) I'm going to get worried.
anotheranon: (exercise)
Kinda, but not really.

Given my recent abundance of free time, I've been trying to make the best of it. My usual schedule is to wake up 1/2 hour early in order to write; given that I've had a whole day in which to write for the past ~week, I've been using that half hour to go for a short run in the park.

I hesitate to call it proper running. It's more of a very slow jog, with a break halfway (my endurance is CRAP), and it's not even a mile, I'd be surprised if it's even a half mile. And it's not something I plan to continue once work starts back up because I know I simply Won't. Have. Time.

But I'm finding it's a spectacular way to start out the day.

As usual I hate the "getting there" - I hit the snooze button hold my nose as I suit up in smelly sweats, but I really like how I feel once I've done those fifteen minutes: my mind is just so CLEAR! And getting a good sweat going wakes me up, kind of like my beloved-but-forsaken first cup of coffee (except minus the shakes and teeth-grinding anxiety).

Growing up, my family (and I along with them) would always laugh a bit at the "jog jog joggers" we saw on the road. Not sure quite why; perhaps it was because so many of them looked tired and pained, like running was a drudgery to get through because jogging was the expected thing to do if you wanted to stay fit in the pre-crossfit, pre-health club on every corner era. A quarter of jogging class because I needed a last-minute phys ed credit in college also didn't do much to change my mind either. I can't even say what possessed me to try this out last week.

But. I get it now. Even if it's something I can't do in my regular life, at least it's a way to get the blood pumping that's simpler than suiting up in three layers of canvas and hauling myself/my gear to fencing club. Something to think of when I travel and CAN'T fence.
anotheranon: (790)
I'm angry. Sort of.

Intellectually, it's infuriating in it's sheer grandstanding. Someone needs to tell the freshman Tea Partiers that stunts like this didn't help the GOP back in 1996 and sure as hell won't now.

Practically, as a government contractor I won't get paid until my office opens back up. And I'm one of the lucky ones who has a savings cushion; certain of my friends and acquaintances are already looking at a financial pinch, and I feel for them.

But in other ways...I'm kinda relieved.

I do not do "staycations" if I can help it. Whenever I take time off it's to do something, preferably to go somewhere. Which is GREAT, as I sit on my ass 40 hours a week and I don't want to do more of the same when I have time off, but it also means all that hypothetical stuff I'd do if I had "more time" doesn't happen, because I'm not physically here to do it.

So here I am presented with a chunk of enforced staycation, so I'm going to use it to its full, as there are a bunch of things I can do for free:

  • Research/read. Maybe the never-ending book pile will see a dent in the next few days, the timeline will get further filled out.

  • Write. All it costs is pixels and memory, and I've got a character development writing class starting today that is already paid for.

  • Sew. See: fabric/pattern hoarding; might as well make stuff.

  • Fence/work out. 'Cos I already have the gear/equipment and it would help work off some of my ever-present nervous energy.

Because to sum up, that's what I want right now: to make stuff all day, eat something tasty and have good conversation for dinner, and then burn off the rest of the day with a good workout. Wake up, do the same thing again. Repeat until someone smiles - usually me, and if I can bring others with me then that's icing :)


Sep. 20th, 2013 06:28 pm
anotheranon: (ifo)
I am working on A Project(TM).

Some of y'all already know about this but for those who don't: Through a combination of self-teaching, practice, and online/in person classes, I'm learning creative writing.

The main impetus for this is because I am seized with an idea for an original work of fiction. I don't know what it will turn into, but right now I'm focusing on writing something I want to read - what to do with it will come later.

It's a work of historical fiction, so this necessarily means a lot of research, and I am LOVING it! So much to know, such a complicated timeline - I know I'm going to have to break the historical reality to make the story work but I want to have enough info to know exactly where I'm deviating.

I have often marveled at my friends who are already published/recognized for their work (be it writing or something else) and wondered where their persistence to see a project through to the end came from. I think it was Shem who told me once that "obsession helps", and while I have always made stuff this is the first time I've really understood what it is to be in that kind of intellectual "grip".*

So if I fall silent it's because I'm hip-deep in notes and timelines and writing mini-projects.

*Unless you count fencing as a creative act. It sort of is and I'm still plenty obsessed, but it's not the same thing to me.
anotheranon: (eggman)
Today I went to the local SCA University.

It was the first time I've been to an SCA event in... I'm not sure how long. I always make time for local universities though, because the training and conversation is always the best.

And I was not disappointed. I attended interesting classes on Hispano-Flemish clothing (the bit on headwear was VERY helpful) fencing psychology (remarkably informative for my sport game as well), Elizabethan bags (more evidence I should learn to work with leather) and German tailor's books (elegant, logical patterns with Eastern European twists).

But... as a social event I was disappointed with myself.

I didn't plan adequately: I didn't get enough sleep, I got there late with no feast gear and hence, no water, so by the end of the day I was almost nodding off.

I did make the effort to talk to all 3 of the people I knew there, and chat a bit with the one person I was introduced to, but... goddamn, I still find talking to new people to be difficult! One of the main reasons I love the internet is that communicating with people online first provides me with context about them and pretext to approach them, so it's less intimidating. However, I'm not involved enough in my local SCA email lists so I didn't have this background to work with.

I also feel like I have nothing to contribute. The SCA community thrives on participation, and I don't have anything new to say, nothing I know well enough to teach, and am not "embedded" enough to help out logistically.

As such, I feel like I had no impact on anyone, and am again the one who made no impression, for good or ill.

The one thing I can do is fence: it's a pretext for being social and I can be of use by being an opponent. I didn't today because I was just too wiped by the time pick-ups started.

An interesting observation I'm not attaching any judgment to is that while I was excited about all the garb ideas I got today, I don't have an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy for not having ALL THE THINGS nor have the painful urge to make up for it RIGHT NOW.

For next SCA event: have enough rest and water so I can fence, and make sure it's an event with fencing because my enjoyment socially hinges on my ability to do something. I'm a fighter, not a talker (at least not with new people), so I should play to that.
anotheranon: (books)
Given the repetitive nature of some of my work, I've taken to downloading audiobooks from my library to move the day along. Almost everything has holds so what's available is rather hit or miss, but two with a similar theme became available at the same time.

Simon Pegg's Nerd Do Well was an exercise in deja vu - his stories about seeing Star Wars for the first time, being an X-Files fan and his childhood interest in ghosts and UFOs so resemble my own experiences growing up it was like listening to tales from my "brother from another mother" or something. It's also very illustrative that American tv and movies are so pervasive that people in my demographic the world over have similar pop cultural references. It's wonderfully funny and Pegg clearly has had an incredible time getting to where he is.

Speaking of pop cultural references, Ernest Cline's Ready Player One is chock full of them. Cline first came on my radar years ago with his spoken word Nerd Porn Auteur [YouTube, language mildly NSFW], and it turns out he's also the guy behind the Star Wars fan road trip movie "Fanboys", so this should perhaps not be surprising. The book is largely a love story dedicated to 1980s video games, but if you grew up in the '80s the entire book is kind of a pop cultural in-joke. And this is not a BAD thing - Cline does an adequate job of explaining what is what to readers who might not know, AND there is an actual story here - a competitive virtual reality game where the tests are entirely based on the players' knowledge of 80s music, movies, tv, and arcade games. Very enjoyable - I'm tempted to get it as a gift for friends if only so we can ooh and ah over "I remember that game/commercial/catchphrase!" etc.
anotheranon: (craft)
I'm sitting on a pile of patterns and no fabric to make them out of, BUT I am blessed with a roll of muslin and plenty of scrap fabric. So I figure, why not fit these now so they're ready to go when I find the perfect fabric.

My vague aim is one a weekend; my first one is a Vogue vintage reissue dress, because for all my love of menswear, I'm at an age where I think these sharp vintagey/"wiggle" dresses look sophisticated rather than like a little girl playing dress-up, so dammit, I want some.

With it's tab and drape detail I fully expected this one to be tricker than it was. Turns out that the pleated drape is tacked on - the front bodice is made of asymmetric pieces, but both have a dart in the expected place. Cue the full bust adjustment (and I know I've linked to this 20 times before, but I love this sewing trick just so very, very much).

I filled in the spread with tape and the resulting muslin is so stiff that I can't decide whether it fits or not yet, so I'm going to recut with changes included and see if it's what I like or not.

Once I get the top working I'm going to see if I can draft out the darts on the skirt pieces and cut top and bottom as one piece - I'm not keen to have a horizontal seam and belt around my non-existent waist.

We shall see.
anotheranon: (competent)
This weekend was my first event as a "baby vet" (it's the new season), and I did... remarkably well.

In fact, I came in first (!), only my second gold medal and the competition was twice as big (14 women) as the one where I won my other (only 6, back in 2011 when I first got my E) (Tangentially, I think I renewed my E again, but I don't think it counts as I did that earlier in the year already[!?]).

And the blow by blow isn't half as interesting as my reaction to it.

Even after playing with swords for 12(!) years, I still have trouble thinking of myself as an athlete. It just seems the word would better suit someone who has been physically active and competitive since childhood. It still amuses me to be called one, especially when they give you a pass that says just that:

this made me smile )

And then I get out on the strip and start (largely) tearing things up.

I was not stupid. I was patient (again, mostly) enough to figure out my opponent before doing something stupid/useless/energy-wasting and kept to what I'm good at.

I used my long lunge. It may not be as fast or long as a 19-year-old's, but it took a long time to develop so dammit, I pulled that out. My opponent in the final bout was stronger than me and would have defeated me had I not.

I was lucky (?) she had an injury, I did not, so I was more mobile. Yes, I used her weakness, it would have been poor strategy not to.

And even as well as I did I'm still kind of shocked and feel like I ought to weight my win with qualifiers.

X was injured.

Y had been fencing all day yesterday, and was tired.

I'm lucky that Z's and my fencing styles matched up to my advantage.

But maybe I ought to just admit I am better than merely ok at this. Maybe being smart enough to see what's going on, use what I've got and not let my opponents use what they've got is a kind of athleticism.

Maybe I'm actually good.

I'll come back down to earth sooner or later - if I don't, V. will remind me not to get too happy :P

But I think I'll enjoy it for now.

the shiny )

buh - ?

Jul. 31st, 2013 06:12 pm
anotheranon: (davelister)
So I'm taking my stab at Dame Vivienne's drape shirt.

The pattern prints out on standard printer paper, which means you have to tape the thing together yourself. Finding the parts that added up to the sleeve, yoke, and pocket were easy:

pattern in progress )

but the rest of the pieces look almost exactly alike because the body is just one big square.

Getting the body piece is easy: the comments mention the measurements as 2x1.6m (roughly 63x79"), I can place the arm holes where they fit roughly 11" below the top edge easily. I'm still a bit baffled how the yoke and sleeves go together, or how the the thing ends up closing at the side if the armholes are centered.

So, another Miyake-esque adventure.
anotheranon: (cool)
In my latest round of doing instead of just wishing, I made a day trip to NYC yesterday for the Chaos to Couture exhibit.

Logistics: it is possible to do a day trip from here to NYC if one is willing to get up early enough. D. and I rose at 4:30, had an early breakfast at 6, caught our bus at 7:30. The 5:45 bus back landed us home at 10 pm without feeling rushed, and any lost sleep can be made up in transit.

The exhibit itself: I liked it, despite my earlier venting that couture "punk" is at drastic odds with what real punks wore, I recognize that the Met is an art, not a history, museum, and therefore their focus is going to be on fine art (designer) pieces.

And they did not disappoint. There was a LOT of 70s-early 80s Westwood (of course. And isn't it funny that what has come down to us as the quintessential punk look/band was largely contrived?) displayed alongside garments from more recent collections that were clearly paying homage - sometimes so exactly it was hard to tell a difference.

It's very telling how pervasive the 70s Westwood aesthetic is now that it doesn't read as shocking to modern eyes - skinny jeans, Doc Martens and ripped t shirts are standard teen/rocker wear now. It's as though punk was as extreme as subcultural style could get, and what came after has been variants.

But man, I liked some of those variants VERY much. As ever, the Japanese designers do the wildest things, largely with deconstruction: skirts with sleeves hanging off, a suit jacket wrapped around like a stole/draped off the back like a train. The latter was my favorite, it was one of the pieces from Undercover's fall 2006 collection, a Japanese label by way of Paris, and the (de)construction of menswear intrigues me endlessly.

After a nice messy lunch of New York style pizza D. pulled his ankle but we still had time to kill, so he sat in the shade and took in the sights while I went to one of the last days of Stephen Burrows: When Fashion Danced for another side of 70s fashion. Again, his flowing jersey/polyester silhouettes don't seem all that challenging now but clothing that was comfortable and moved with the body was cherished in the club/disco scene. A much smaller exhibit, but put a lot of slinky club gear into context: in a hot sweaty club with strobe lights you want something that moves with the body and reflects the light, and what reads as cheesy in the light of day often isn't at night (like I shouldn't know better).
anotheranon: (cool)
Last weekend I stuck to my initiative to get out more and went to see the Diaghilev and the Ballets Russes exhibit with Badger.

rambling, and linkage )

Picked up the catalog (I've learned my lesson re: Smithsonian publications: snag it when it's there, because they do very small runs) and it's very well illustrated (ObFencing: one of the costumes employs a fencing mask).

So, glad I went, would heartily recommend.

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