“Christ, clothes are stupid as s**t,” to which Erin replied, “F**k… They really are.”
clothes-rocking as a cultural form like any other: subject to shifting values and vogues, cycles of staleness and freshness, conservative retrenchment and avant-garde repudiation — in other words, locked in a prison of trends
Trends don’t just change the way we see clothes, after all, but the way we taste food, hear music, see paintings, read fiction, laugh (or don’t) at comedy,
All Things Are Too Small: Essays in Praise of Excess. Discussing the 19th century “advent of mass manufacture,”
The final barrier to soaring profits was the stingy consumer, who could not be coaxed to continue wanting what she already owned.
The goal was to infuse goods with a perceived symbolic value, separate from literal use value, so that companies could make us desire goods we didn’t actually need.
Do thoughts like this emerge from within me, reflections of my own taste and agency, or is an itchy, parasitic, consumerist logic speaking through me like I’m a dummy?
sick clothes can be a superficial object of vacuous consumerism and ego-affirmation.
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