Black Lives Matter – Vestoj http://vestoj.com The Platform for Critical Thinking on Fashion Thu, 04 May 2023 05:45:24 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.9.5 Whose Streets? http://vestoj.com/whose-streets/ http://vestoj.com/whose-streets/#respond Mon, 15 Jun 2020 11:55:19 +0000 http://vestoj.com/?p=10520
SoHo, New York City, June 2020. Photograph by Alexis Romano @dressondisplay.

A strange stillness, save the occasional pedestrian and car, characterised the cobbled streets of New York’s SoHo last weekend, normally teeming with shoppers. One man had a camera, like me, and perhaps sought to document the neighbourhood’s transformation. For over two months it has resembled a plywood jungle. The upscale fashion boutiques housed within the area’s familiar nineteenth-century white cast-iron Italianate buildings, have boarded their windows. Some have painted the wood white, so to further camouflage it against the façades, an attempt at temporary invisibility.

At one point, a seemingly interminable row of police vans interrupted the scene, sirens blaring. I hear the familiar roar of a crowd, a Black Lives Matter protest taking place a few streets away on Broadway: ‘Whose streets? Our streets!’ With shops muted, others battle for ownership of public space through sonic and visual expression.

The Covid-19 pandemic and the recent killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis have (once again) exposed the generalised racism embedded in our many societal structures. The fashion system, as a shaper and signifier of power and hierarchies of beauty, race and wealth, has found itself newly re-symbolised, its abandoned public spaces the ideal surfaces to communicate messages of injustice and protest. In Beverly Hills, stores have also clad their upscale metal, stone and glass façades in a protective plywood layer. Chanel’s now reads ‘Living in hell.’ There’s more: ‘Fuck the Police’ (Hermès), ‘Burn prisons’ (Fendi), ‘The revolution is coming’ (La Perla), ‘Can’t be silenced,’ ‘Eat the rich’ (Gucci), and ‘Make America pay for its crimes against black lives’ (Alexander McQueen). In New York, messages like ‘Redistribute the wealth/redistribute the power,’ ‘I can’t breathe,’ and ‘Rest in power George Floyd and the others,’ pepper the retail landscape, textual juxtapositions that work to shift the meaning of these elite fashion spaces.

Stores all across the retail spectrum have been vandalised, and images thereof disseminated globally through a photo-reportage lens, interspersed with scenes of clashes between police and protesters. Pictures of broken glass, mannequins and clothing strewn onto city streets, stands in stark contrast to the strand of twentieth-century photography that documented the pristine shop window, from Eugène Atget’s rows of carefully placed corsets on body forms; pictures by Walter Evans and Lee Friedlander that eerily tease out the animate qualities of mannequins; to mid-century glass reflections of urban action by Saul Leiter.

Shop windows appeared in greater numbers from the mid-nineteenth century, spurred by the intersection of building technologies, such as cast iron and plate glass, clothing production, and the growing sophistication of fashion industries, with the development of merchandising, sales techniques, and advertising. The nineteenth-century department store (a majority of which were located in present day SoHo), with the wide array of wares it peddled, was a product of this landscape. In visualising the merchandise inside, their windows hastened purchases, and kept the wheels of consumerism turning.

For fashion historian Elizabeth Wilson, the department store, and its replacement of shop window panes with plate glass, ‘testifies to the importance of looking in capitalist society.’1 Because glass restricted onlookers’ haptic relationship to the goods, it placed focus on the visual, ‘transforming the already watching city person into a compulsive viewer,’ according to historian William R. Leach.2 In their writings on fashion and everyday life, design historians Cheryl Buckley and Hazel Clark further assert that, ‘Well before the cinema became a widely popular pastime, the department store was educating people across the social spectrum to look and desire though glass, as window-shopping became a huge leisure pastime.3 The Victorian-era window sharpened onlookers’ gazes, and although copious technological advances in image-making have since expanded our modes of perception, this earlier training still mediates our collective relationships to city space.

These window displays have also served to crystallise, animate and narrate various meanings of fashion. They provide information on sartorial items, and demonstrate how to use them, all while training us to view fashion in relation to lifestyle. We learn to fantasise, and to aspire to certain ideals. Their presence asserts that fashion is life, and spectacle. As in the past, they instruct us on how to look, at fashion, and dressed bodies in the form of mannequins. Moreover, we project our own likenesses on to the spectacle, literally, via glass panes, merging our subjectivities with the images projected out to the street. How does their newfound lack of glass, without the capacity for reflected imagery, affect our lines of vision? Does it give passers-by some space for internal reflection, without the distraction of mirrored and brand imagery? Or does the new matte streetscape in all its flatness rob of us of our sense of urban alertness, our alacrity? Something is missing, and it results in a feeling of disconnect. I remember my own stroll through the SoHo streets, and how I looked at myself in car windows when I could. I was not reflected in the shops, and so I searched for myself elsewhere.

Just as fashion is a means to express our individual creativities in relation to the images the industry disseminates, it creates and propagates the racial inequalities we are still subject to. In the U.S., its history runs parallel to that of Black servitude and racism. As the scholar of Afro-Diasporic dress Jonathan Square has written, the development of the fashion system relied intrinsically on slave consumerism.4 Beyond that, it flourished largely through the exploitative labour and stylistic appropriation of minority populations. In viewing last week’s imagery of the vandalised storefronts of multinational fashion brands, the fashion and labour scholar Minh-Ha Pham commented on Instagram: ‘They deserve every bit of critique. Global fashion has enabled systemic mass corporate looting of people and places in and from the Global South under the guise of trade and labour deregulation, international intellectual property laws and logics, and supply chain subcontracting for far too long.’5 The writing on plywood walls testifies to the experience of the many who have been affected by the industry’s troubling history (and present).

Paradoxically, the shop window could also be seen to signal democratic modes of consumption, opening luxury spaces to the street, the symbol of the masses and, as the philosopher Henri Lefebvre theorised, of everyday life.6 The window is an interface between public street space and rarefied fashion space, but functions as a barrier to many of us. Noting the similarities between commercial fashion and art spaces, the art critic Hrag Vartanian writes how ‘insecurity is key to a thriving luxury industry,’ fostering an air of exclusivity around the products on offer while keeping certain people out.7 In addition to aloof staff and uniformed security personnel, this manifests physically, through an imposing door, lack of seating, low temperatures, and sparse interiors. Shop windows, in dividing public and private spaces, similarly serve as structural reminders of difference and exclusion.

This has been exacerbated during the lockdown, as many elite fashion spaces fortified themselves further, turning windows into walls and removing merchandise from their premises. This protection seems off-key and symbolic, as these physical spaces increasingly shed their economic relevance, with retail operating primarily online, and in many cases halting completely in the pandemic. It elicited immediate reaction from the community, who felt it created an aura of mistrust, ‘as if in anticipation of riots and civil disobedience.’8 The notion of walls has assumed heightened meaning during the Trump presidency, symbolising exclusory, anti-immigration and racial politics. This is being played out on numerous social fields, but perhaps none as brazen as in the luxury industries. Their walled protection of nothing serves to uphold the inequalities they traditionally perpetuate, as well as antiquated modes of policing – a concept so fraught in the current climate. The disparity between heavy security around product and retail space, and fashion brands’ diversity efforts at the level of representation, manufacture and staffing, as is being reported by commentators from @diet_prada to fashion academics such as Kimberly Jenkins, is jarring.

In contrast to the permanence of concrete, the plywood jungle is malleable and ephemeral, and constantly in flux. The artist Jason Naylor was commissioned to paint a scene of hearts, rainbows and butterflies on the plywood protecting Coach during lockdown, a clear act of branding; in contrast to the obvious fortifications, this one glosses over and hides the ugly reality. Or you may have noticed the murals decorating various Sephora flagships, with their Matisse-esque globular shapes. These are the work of Theresa Rivera, hired by various Business Improvement Districts of Manhattan (BIDS) to beautify the city, and in another sense perhaps reassure citizens and potential investors that all is well. In contrast, since the protests began, the plywood walls at Louis Vuitton in SoHo became larger, made of corrugated metal, and guarded by police officers.

These are contested spaces today, and should be considered in terms of the voices occupying them, and their diverse aims. Diversity is a defining feature of ‘Thank You,’ 123 photographs of the city’s essential workers, from health care officials to construction workers, posters that are pasted to many of the boarded shopfronts. It was conceived within the context of street artist and photographer JR’s ‘Inside Out Project,’ in which people contribute their portrait, a merger of personal identity and public art, and in the case of ‘Thank You,’ a juxtaposition of fashion spaces and diverse, everyday faces. Some are identified by their uniform, others not, but most are photographed masked. This has invited public engagement, adding voices and layers of meaning, in the form of graffiti or (masked) selfies. In one poster adorning the walled windows of the Gerard Darel boutique in SoHo, an image of a police officer now also includes the letters ‘FTP,’ whilst that of a soldier reads ‘murderer.’

In L.A. Abel Macias, with Lawson Fenning design shop, is now working with neighbouring design businesses, to invite local residents (through Arts Bridging the Gap and Inner-City Arts), to create murals on shopfronts in solidarity with Black Lives Matter. Their messages – ‘Breathe with love,’ ‘Racism is the Real Virus’ – connect recent events to the country’s history of systemic racism. They are also affiliated with Natalie Patterson and Allison Kunath’s ‘A Love Language Project,’ which transforms boarded up shopfronts in L.A. (on the demand of the business or brand in question) into ‘protest messages’ that ‘amplify Black voices and encourage meaningful conversations around the liberation of Black lives.’ Many relay the powerful words of activists and writers such as Desmond Tutu, Toni Morrison, and Ta-Nehisi Coates. Others are newer expressions, like one by Patterson on the façade of The Butcher’s Daughter that reads, ‘This is not a riot. This is a revolution. This is resistance. This is a fight for Black life.’

This weekend in mid-June, one week after I began this article, SoHo too looks different. There is colour, so much colour, and people, who have come to look. Not an inch of plywood on Wooster and Greene Streets is left untouched by muralists, or collagists. As in L.A., these also merge creative expression and protest, and include painted images of Colin Kaepernick kneeling by Nick C. Kirk and portraits of victims alongside ‘Say their names.’ Messages of world peace and brotherly love or words by MLK, Malcolm X, and Langston Hughes juxtapose critical messages like ‘The Eyes of the World Are Watching’ and ‘Protect Black Women.’ Muralists’ messages chime with those of anonymous protest taggers, who voice their frustration and anger, on the themes of wealth disparity, representation, activism, and governing and policing bodies. Does this signal a turning point in anti-racism movements today, led by Black Lives Matter? That is, the emergence of more mainstream activism seems evident from a new repertoire of ideas and terminology communicated to and employed by a more diverse group of marchers and supporters.

As the title of the 2017 documentary on the 2014 killing of Michael Brown and the Ferguson, Missouri protests suggests, ‘Whose Streets’ (dir. Sabaah Folayan), this movement seeks to reclaim space by and for the underrepresented. As such, its evokes the early years of graffiti art, so central to the shifting aesthetic of New York’s streetscapes, whereby Latino and Black youths tagged their names on walls in the 1980s to assert their presence, a creative act that was criminalised. Oppression materialises itself in different fields, from police forces to corporate fashion, and wields its power over space. SoHo’s ever changing streetscape attests to this. A local resident, the writer and photographer Tequila Minsky is documenting recent events under the hashtag ‘Make SoHo Art Again.’ During our conversation this weekend she expressed her praise for those who have decided to ‘take back the window’ and return SoHo rightfully to artists and activists, not elite ‘irrelevant’ global fashion brands. Plywood surfaces separate and exclude yes, but they also invite expression that helps us to see past the walls for new, more representative, reflections of each other and our space.

 

Dr. Alexis Romano, a historian of design and visual culture, is adjunct Assistant Professor at New York City College of Technology and Parsons, the New School for Design, and a co-founder of the Fashion Research Network. She will be the 2020-21 fellow at the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


  1. Elizabeth Wilson, Adorned in Dreams: Fashion and Modernity (London: Virago, 1987 [1985]), p.152. 

  2. William R. Leach, Land of Desire: Merchants, Power, and the Rise of a New American Culture (New York: Pantheon, 1993), p.63. 

  3. Cheryl Buckley and Hazel Clark, Fashion and Everyday Life: London and New York (London: Bloomsbury, 2017), p.73. 

  4. Jonathan Square founded and runs ‘Fashioning the Self in Slavery and Freedom,’ a curatorial platform that explores intersections between slavery and the fashion system, and is currently developing a book on the topic. https://www.fashioningtheself.com 

  5. Minh-Ha T. Pham, personal Instagram @minh81, 30 May 2020. 

  6. Henri Lefebvre, Critique of Everyday Life. Volume II: Foundations for a Sociology of the Everyday, trans. John Moore (London and New York: Verso, 2002 [1961]), p.309. 

  7. Hrag Vartanian, ‘As Black Lives Matter Protests Continue, Some NYC Art Galleries Board Up Storefronts,’ Hyperallergic, 4 June 2020. https://hyperallergic.com/568948/black-lives-matter-protests-nyc-art-galleries-board-up-storefronts/ 

  8. Elizabeth Paton, ‘In the U.S., Luxury Brands Board Up the Store,’ New York Times, 27 March 2020. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/27/style/coronavirus-boarded-up-luxury-stores.html 

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A Conversation With Kenneth Goldsmith http://vestoj.com/a-conversation-with-poet-kenneth-goldsmith/ http://vestoj.com/a-conversation-with-poet-kenneth-goldsmith/#respond Tue, 11 Apr 2017 15:26:38 +0000 http://vestoj.com/?p=7978

HE LIVES WITH HIS artist wife and children in an eclectic Manhattan apartment. He recently went through a tumultuous time, after a poem of his was severely criticised in the press and on social media. He gives a sophisticated and self-aware impression, but is obviously still smarting from the episode.

Illustration by Nello Alfonso Marotta.
Illustration by Nello Alfonso Marotta

For the past eight summers I’ve worn the same thing every day: all white linen. I buy them en masse at H&M – ten pairs of white linen pants and fifteen pairs of shirts, and at the end of summer I throw them all out and then the next year I buy them all over again. They’re durable, they breathe and they’re disposable. I think shorts are an embarrassment for men. As far as I can tell nobody has really thought about shorts, at least here in America. Most of them are hideous cargo shorts, Bermuda shorts, athletic shorts – they’re disgusting. I’ve decided against T-shirts also, I find them embarrassing as well and I don’t wear jeans because they’re too common. I wear button-down long-sleeve shirts in summer, because they breathe and you can roll the sleeves up or down, which is important here in America because of the air conditioning. I wear completely boring shoes: everyday soft suede loafers. They breathe well, they’re comfortable and they’re so unchic. I roll my pant legs up, wear round glasses and don a Panama hat, made in Japan. It’s a Twenties look, very colonialist. Being a Jew, all that waspy stuff is attractive, and when I put it on it’s completely wrong which makes it great.

Unfortunately, as I’ve gotten older, my nose has gotten bigger. I look a lot more Jewish now than I did in my twenties or thirties. Back then I was dressing like an artist, in jeans, T-shirts and sneakers. I looked like any other artist. As my features began to get more and more prominent I began to have to navigate my relationship to clothing. It’s hard to navigate heavily Semitic features with fashion. You fall into all sorts of odd relational situations with even basic clothes. I’ve got a giant nose; I’m just the most Jewish-looking guy in the world. I used to have this long beard which prohibited me from wearing little hats and long black cloaks because everybody thought me to be Hasidic. So during that period I wore great colours. Now I don’t have the beard anymore so I can go back to wearing dark clothes.

I’m very conscious of what I’m wearing. I live in New York, so the minute I step out the door I’m on a big stage. You have to be conscious of your costume. In New York I do not leave the house without thinking about what I’m wearing, never, ever. I think about what I wear to my shrink. My wife and I often go out together and she will be wearing something outrageous and I will be wearing something outrageous, but she will get no comments on her outfit and I’ll get thousands on mine. Everybody has something to say. ‘Wow, I really like your suit,’ or ‘Wow, that’s wild.’ When I was in France recently I was wearing head-to-toe Comme des Garçons because they’d just had a big sample sale. I had this insane deconstructed green plaid suit on, that’s, like, falling apart and held together by buckles. I had a white shirt with stars on, a deconstructed tie and my Panama hat, and people just freaked out. Then I looked at the women there and they were wearing things that were much more outrageous than I was. Then I looked at all the men and they were wearing properly French things: understated Oxford shirts, chinos, and I felt like a freak in France. I felt really Jewish – like Abbie Hoffman. Like, ‘look at the Jew in his costume.’

What happened to me was, I was a visual artist and I was making money. I was pretty successful at selling things. Then in the early Nineties I decided I wanted to be a poet which cut off all sorts of income so I had to go and get a day job. So from 1991 to 2001 I worked in the dotcom industry as a creative director. I had a regular nine-to-five job. It was fun and it was easy. I realised that everybody was dressed so casually, just the way I used to dress as an artist, and I didn’t want to dress that way anymore. I thought that it would be really fun to start getting overdressed for work. I became the only guy in the office in a suit. That’s when I really began to get into the idea of costume. I wanted to wear suits that weren’t regular business suits because that would mean I would be buying into the businessman myth. I began seeking out really brightly coloured things. I remember really liking the way Michael Caine was dressed in Austin Powers, in this really brash British dandy style, thick wide ties and thick lapels. I tried to swing a British dandy thing for a while and, again, being a Jew doing the British dandy is completely wrong. If I would wear that in London, people would look at me like I was absolutely out of my mind, it was so wrong. Then I got into furs, I was all Superfly. I got full-length fox fur coats at the flea market, and I’d wear them with cowboy boots and crazy Seventies glasses. At that time, my greatest fashion inspiration was the former basketball player Walt Frazier. He wears outrageous Superfly suits, which he can do because he’s a beautiful black man. When I wore those suits I looked like a Borscht Belt comedian in the Catskills. I’m not an English dandy and I’m not a beautiful black guy. I’m a Jew who looks weird and cheap in those outfits. That’s interesting to me.

When I was MoMA poet laureate I asked Thom Browne to dress me. I would have loved to have worn his stuff but he never responded. When I was invited to the White House in 2011 I got a Thom Browne Brooks Brothers Black Fleece suit in the sale for five or six hundred dollars that was normally two thousand. It was a paisley suit with giant paisleys. I decided to wear it because Obama is a black preppy guy and I figured that he would understand the language of the suit. I had to have a photograph taken with the President and he looked at me and said, ‘You know, I’d love to wear a suit like that but my people would never allow it.’ I looked at him and said, ‘Well Mr President, that’s one way being an artist is better than being a President of the United States.’ Later I showed Thom Browne the photograph; we used to eat breakfast at the same place so I would see him there every day. When I showed him the picture, he looked horrified. He really looked horrified that a Jew, this weird, ugly Jew with a big beard was in his waspy clothes. I think that’s why he decided not to dress me – it was just too fucked up for him. Had I had a chiselled face with blonde hair and blue eyes, I bet he would have done it.

It’s interesting how much ethnicity is coming up. I’ve honestly never said these things before; I’ve never positioned Judaism in relationship to fashion. My family always denied Judaism and were interested in assimilating. Growing up, we wanted to play our Judaism down a little bit instead of playing it up. But today I sometimes think to myself that I really want to grow payot as a fashion statement. You know, the curls that the Orthodox Jews have? It wouldn’t be cultural appropriation, because I’m Jewish so I could do it without offending anybody. These days one must be sensitive about issues of cultural appropriation. I have to tell you, three years ago I was on a plane to Israel. I was wearing all white and I had this giant beard. At the back of the plane all the Jews were in morning prayer. I was coming out of the bathroom and one of the guys stopped me and said, ‘Brother, would you like to pray with us?’ I said, ‘No, I’m not Hasidim, I’m hipster.’

I went to Serbia some time ago and saw the Orthodox priests there and they are gorgeous. Really very right wing politically and probably awful but their look is phenomenal. So I thought wow, I want to start wearing some skirts. I’ve always wanted to wear to skirts, it seemed so easy and breezy and free in the summer, but when I was younger I never had the courage. You know, I didn’t put a skirt on until I was older than fifty; it takes a certain amount of confidence for a man to wear a skirt. The first skirt I wore was a hakama, which I wore when I was doing martial arts. I began wearing hakamas when I was just out doing everyday things: I loved the way it flowed when I moved. Then I realised there was a whole array of people like Comme des Garçons making skirts for men, so I bought a bunch of skirts from them. In America many women are so big these days that I fit into women’s clothes. For many years I would shop the thrift store racks for women’s sweaters and things because they were much more interesting than men’s, which were brown and grey and boring. I have a beautiful Yohji skirt that’s a woman’s skirt, the waist is actually a little big on me. But I stay away from things that are too short: I wear long priest-like skirts, billowing and bell-shaped. It’s funny, I’ve never had somebody yell ‘faggot’ out a car window, never. I’ve worn skirts on book tours in the middle of America, places like Salt Lake City and nobody has ever said, ‘You fucking faggot.’ I think it’s different for a gay guy to wear a skirt than it is for a straight guy. Many of my gay friends prefer to dress in a way that is about fitting in. Dressing as a gay man is a whole different semeiotic system. I mean, nobody ever mistakes me for gay, probably because I carry myself as an extremely straight man. When I put a skirt on, I actually feel much closer to punk rock.

I do love getting comments about how I look, I adore it. It’s special. It makes me feel special. It makes me feel noticed. It’s an identity, a persona, and I’ve built my poetic persona on these types of outfits. Sometimes it’s derided by people; particularly poets hate the fact that I have a persona because poets aren’t supposed to have one. You’re supposed to be yourself, authentic, natural in T-shirts and jeans. To me it’s all show business. Poets traditionally had great personas: look at Walt Whitman, Oscar Wilde or even Allen Ginsberg. The male poet has always been a peacock, but then something changed and now they’re a glum and authentic bunch. My whole poetic oeuvre is made up of falseness, inauthenticity, appropriation and plagiarism, so if I was trying to pass that off as an authentic persona, it would be contradictory. So I’m playing my role as a poet as much as they are playing their role as poets. My role is ‘inauthenticity’ and theirs is ‘authenticity.’ It’s all a construction.

I’m always being made to feel uncomfortable by the literary community by the way I dress. Much of the criticism of my poetry is criticism of my apparel as opposed to what I do. Last year, I read a slightly altered autopsy report of Michael Brown, the teenager who was killed by police in Ferguson, Missouri. I read it as an epic poem, and called it ‘The Body of Michael Brown.’ It took about thirty minutes to read, and I stood on a very darkly lit stage with a picture of Michael Brown projected above my head. At the time, I had a big beard and I was wearing a Paul Smith broken pinstripe jacket, a Comme des Garçons beautiful bell skirt, black leggings and Dr Martens boots. When I was later criticised for the piece, people said that I was dressed in Hasidic garb – which was completely untrue – and that as a result I was performing some sort of religious exorcism on Michael Brown’s body. Nobody understood what I was doing with the tools of fashion, and the whole thing was a misread. It was like, ‘You fucking Jew, you’re taking over the black guy’s body.’ On stage I rock rhythmically back and forth in a way that is very reminiscent of Hasidic prayer, it’s called ‘davening.’ People thought that this Hasid was performing a spell or something on the body of Michael Brown – again, completely untrue. It was all so badly misread. In the poetry community I’m often referred to as ‘a clown’ because of the way I dress; I wear clown suits, so obviously the whole thing must be a big joke. ‘The clown is trying to fool us.’ Much of the criticism around the Brown piece extended into anti-Semitism: ‘Here’s the Hasid who’s getting paid a lot of money to exhibit the body of a poor black man.’ A lot of the criticism was related to Jews, money, power, greed. Like, ‘Maybe he’s manipulating us?’ It all came from dress. If I had been a blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy doing that same thing, the whole critique of the piece would have been in a different tone.

I get so much flak from what I do and wear, mostly because people don’t like the way I write. I remember appearing on The Colbert Report on TV in 2013, in a Pepto-Bismol pink Paul Smith suit, a bowtie, a straw hat and saddle shoes worn with one red and one green sock which I took from David Hockney. Oh my god. The criticism I got… It didn’t matter what I said – I was a clown appearing on TV. Bear in mind, these are things nobody would ever say to my face. People don’t engage with me or with what I write directly. That way they don’t have to read anything, they don’t have to think, they just have to go, ‘Look at that freak.’ It’s easier than having to do actual literary criticism. Of the thousands that criticised the Michael Brown piece, nobody ever read it; I never published it, no one saw it. The critique was based on an image on the Internet that looked like a Hasid raping the body of a dead black man.

There is this odd play of ethnicity and identity going on. A lot of poets say we’re ‘identitarian’ poets, we’re black poets, we’re gay poets. I don’t write poetry about being Jewish but I’m performing Judaism in the entire oeuvre of what I do and that includes sartorial matters. My poetry is called conceptual poetry which means not writing anything of your own. It’s an appropriated practice that goes back to Marcel Duchamp where you take something from someone else, reframe it and call it your own. A lot of the critique of my work has been colluded with typical anti-Semitic notions of labour: ‘He’s just moving things from one place to another.’ I’m bringing art world strategies into poetry and I’m not from the poetry world, so to many I’m an outsider, manipulating the strings from the inside. That’s another critique of Jews: pulling strings from the inside to get yourself an Ivy League job, to get yourself rich, to get yourself on TV, to get yourself to the White House without even writing anything. This shit is right out of a Nazi Germany playbook. I have had anti-Semitic cartoons drawn of me, people have had no problem calling me a ‘kike’ on Twitter. All anonymous of course: nobody can actually call it out for what it is. I wish they would, I wish they would call me a dirty Jew instead of having to whisper it. I think it would be more honest.

After the Michael Brown piece I got death threats; people were so angry and there was such outrage at me that I kind of just wanted to fade and be another persona. I wanted to be less conspicuous so I shaved my beard and changed my style. Now I’m doing this Twenties style and I started wearing motorcycle boots. My wife likes to say that I’m doing Bob Dylan in his ‘Desire’ phase. I wear big scarves and long coats. I’m kind of invisible now. After the scandal and the death threats, I’m not invited anywhere in America, nor will I accept any invitations to appear in public in America.

My current signature style is my white Panama hat in summer and a brown broad- brimmed felt hat in winter. My winter hat is chestnut brown, not black – black would be too Hasidic. I like playing into the idea of a cowboy sometimes, an all-American cowboy. They ain’t Jewish either. I’m stuck with my Jewishness, no matter what direction I turn I’ve got to confront it. There is no American, or even European iconography based in Judaism. All the iconic styles that I’m attracted to: the cowboy, the British dandy, the deconstructed Japanese stuff, black culture – none of them are connected to Judaism. Ralph Lauren is a Jew but his style has assimilated into waspiness – that’s what American Jews do, they try to assimilate. Ralph Lauren doesn’t look Jewish – he’s probably had plastic surgery. Certainly his name was not Lauren. There are no Jewish style icons, it’s always false in some way. When you’re trying on an iconic style as a Jew, it’s always as if the clothes don’t fit you right. You’re swimming in them in some way. There’s a part of me that wishes that I could just be a blonde-haired, blue-eyed wasp. I’d love to fit into one of those stereotypes and wear the clothes authentically as opposed to as costume. To me fashion is all play, all fantasy, but a part of me longs for being able to wear it for real.

This interview was originally published in Vestoj’s latest issue ‘On Masculinities,’ available on www.vestoj.com and in select bookstores now.

Anja Aronowsky Cronberg is Vestoj’s Editor-in-Chief and Founder.

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WHY BEING A DEMOCRAT IS ALWAYS FASHIONABLE http://vestoj.com/why-being-a-democrat-is-always-fashionable/ http://vestoj.com/why-being-a-democrat-is-always-fashionable/#respond Tue, 27 Sep 2016 04:33:34 +0000 http://vestoj.com/?p=7080 Designer Katharine Hamnett wears a T-shirt broadcasting public opposition to the stationing of nuclear missles in the UK while meeting Margaret Thatcher in 1984.
Designer Katharine Hamnett wears a T-shirt broadcasting public opposition to the stationing of nuclear missiles in the UK while meeting Margaret Thatcher in 1984.

ON THE TUESDAY BEFORE New York Fashion Week, two months before the U.S. presidential election, American designers demonstrated their political zeal with swag. The ‘Made For History’ collection, which debuted at a runway fundraiser, included a bandana by Thakoon, a pouch by Brett Heyman and T-shirts by Marc Jacobs, Joseph Altuzarra and Tory Burch. These favoured, predictably, Hillary Clinton. ‘Unlike the Republican candidate’s unspeakably hideous ties, our collection is made in America by union workers,’ announced host Anna Wintour.1 Two more Clinton fundraisers would be held before the week wrapped. ‘I attended all these events because being a Democrat is always fashionable,’ wrote the socialite journalist Derek Blasberg.2 

Before there was Clinton swag, there was Obama swag. Before there was Obama swag, there was Kerry swag. (Donald Trump has swag, but no designer names are attached.) That the fashion industry leans to the left is no surprise considering that seventy per cent of people currently favour Clinton in New York City, where the U.S. fashion industry is also based.3 All the same, it’s worth asking: if being a Democrat is always fashionable, whom are these items really trying to convince? Do we purchase Diane von Furstenberg’s Hillary Clinton T-shirt to show solidarity, or to build our personal brands? Do designers create them because they will change hearts and minds – or to reassure themselves that their industry has a role to play in their nation’s critical decisions?

For an industry whose existence hinges on newness and excitement, an election year is a threat. Hemlines are not important when millions might lose healthcare coverage. Front row quotes appear meaningless when the future of foreign policy is being debated. Collections like ‘Made For History’ are meant to encourage political engagement among consumers – but they also assert the fashion industry’s relevancy at a time when it is in jeopardy.

Fashion is especially vulnerable to accusations of frivolity during moments of social turmoil. Consider Marc Jacobs’ recent use of dreadlocks on a cast of predominantly white models, the farthest-reaching political message of the most recent New York Fashion Week (and, ironically, per Jacobs, an accidental one). The show ignited outrage over cultural appropriation, but pundits also criticised the backlash as a distraction. ‘Don’t Rage Over Dreadlocks While African Americans Are Dying in the Streets,’ read the headline of an op-ed by Columbia University professor John McWhorter. ‘Republicans are trying to deny black people the vote nationwide… A War on Drugs has destroyed black communities left and right… Amidst all of that – hair????????’4

The industry has not historically positioned itself as an authority on serious political matters. Like many for-profit enterprises, fashion labels benefit from neutrality – Oscar de la Renta for example famously dressed First Ladies from Kennedy to Reagan to Clinton. Similarly, retailers discourage controversy. Katharine Hamnett, a British designer known for T-shirts with slogans like ‘SAVE THE WORLD’ and ‘WORLDWIDE NUCLEAR BAN,’ recalls trying to sell her creations in the early 1980s: ‘American buyers were rushing into my showroom, willing to spend their money. They took one look at the T-shirts, got a horrified look in their eyes, spun around on their heel and left.’5 Similarly, New York label Pyer Moss’ spring/summer 2016 collection, which featured slogans from the Black Lives Matter movement, reportedly cost the brand $120,000 worth of business, according to the designer,6 though the collection was covered by dozens of media outlets and garnered praise from celebrities including Usher and Erykah Badu.

A jacket from Pyer Moss's spring/summer 2016 collection features the words "I can't breathe." The phrase was uttered by Eric Garner just before he died while in a New York City police officer's chokehold. The phrase has since become a rallying cry of the Black Lives Matter movement.
A jacket from Pyer Moss’s spring/summer 2016 collection features the words “I can’t breathe.” The phrase was uttered by Eric Garner moments before he died in a New York City police officer’s chokehold. It has since become a rallying cry of the Black Lives Matter movement.

Sartorial Sloganeering has a Catch 22: when a message is radical enough to provoke, its garment is incompatible with commercial distribution. When a garment is a commercial success, its message fades. Hamnett’s T-shirts, while initially controversial, eventually became popular among celebrities and musicians, and were knocked off by everyone from other designers to the pro-life movement, who appropriated her ‘CHOOSE LIFE’ message, initially created to discourage drug abuse and suicide, to oppose abortion.

It’s telling that, in creating a political fashion statement, the right has borrowed from the left. Though conservatives have more recently developed aesthetic languages of their own – consider the gore of anti-abortion billboards – movements like Black Power, Women’s Liberation and anti-Vietnam war protests were some of the first to harness self-presentation to communicate via mass media. In America, the aesthetics of protest are historically linked to progressive causes.

This does not mean that the values Donald Trump represents are absent from contemporary fashion design. Clothing that promotes gender conformity, and which bolsters existing power structures by glamourising wealth and whiteness, is so ubiquitous that you sometimes forget about it until it bumps awkwardly against a new attempt at ‘wokeness.’ This is as true internationally as it is in the U.S. Consider Chanel’s spring/summer 2015 show, for which Karl Lagerfeld chose the theme of a feminist protest. Models brandished quilted-CC loudspeakers and signs inscribed with a mix of second-wave mantras (‘History is Herstory’), cute one-liners (‘Make fashion not war’) and gibberish (‘Tweed is better than Tweet’). A brooch from the collection featured an image of the house’s founder, Coco Chanel, with the slogan ‘Feministe mais Feminine.’ The show omitted Chanel’s other political history as a Nazi sympathiser, as well as Lagerfeld’s 2009 assertion the house’s founder ‘was never ugly enough’ to be a feminist.7 

Chanel’s brand was recently estimated to be worth $7.2 billion,8 yet it positions itself not as the product of corporate market research, but of individual conviction and creative genius. With the number of seasons, collections and fashion weeks increasing, political statements benefit brands by attracting media coverage. But they also position fashion as more art than industry, all the better to smooth friction between progressive values and capitalist profit motive.

Might clothing actually ‘SAVE THE WORLD’? ‘T-shirts are great, but they don’t change anything, really,’ Hamnett said last year. ‘Unless you take constructive action in other areas of your life, just wearing a T-shirt actually isn’t going to do anything.’9 

 

Alice Hines is a writer living in New York City.


  1. https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2016/sep/07/hillary-clinton-fashion-show-fundraiser-anna-wintour 

  2. http://www.vanityfair.com/style/2016/09/nyfw-2016-hillary-clinton#19 

  3. http://www.timesunion.com/local/article/Poll-Clinton-still-buries-Trump-in-New-York-9235547.php 

  4. http://time.com/4497956/marc-jacobs-dreadlocks-outrage/ 

  5. http://www.stylemag.net/2008/08/11/cotton-courage-katharine-hamnett-2/http://www.stylemag.net/2008/08/11/cotton-courage-katharine-hamnett-2/ 

  6. http://www.vice.com/read/how-police-shootings-and-personal-loss-have-inspired-the-fashion-of-pyer-moss-456 

  7. http://www.harpersbazaar.com/fashion/trends/a421/coco-chanel-karl-lagerfeld-0909/ 

  8. http://www.forbes.com/companies/chanel/ 

  9. https://i-d.vice.com/en_us/article/why-fashions-eco-warrior-katharine-hamnett-is-kanyes-main-muse 

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