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Yet another picture from Alexa Chung's Insta... I can't remember a life before or after...

One for every day!

While the countdown for a New Year has begun, here are some blogpost ideas for the new year...


365 BLOGPOST IDEAS
  1.  A blog manifesto
  2. Let the inspiration inside you guide you
  3. The Incomplete History of Fashion
  4. Fashion and museums (or: Why museums can('t) do fashion right)
  5. The 'art' of fashion 
  6. The 'art' of knitting 
  7. The 'art' of us
  8. (strong) OPINIONS (being 'called out' for having strong opinions. Whatever that means)
  9. Vintage. Just vintage. Anything vintage. Or old. Old is fine too.
  10. Vintage Mondays
  11. Vintage shopping in Amsterdam (or, like, any other city) (or, like, not vintage but, like, your groceries or something. I don't know)
  12. Vive le vintage!
  13. Something cultural, old school, personal: how art (in whatever way) can make you '(re)discover' yourself (but not as cliché as that sounds) 
  14. Vinyl
  15. The benefits of unity
  16. Mental Health (not sure about this one, find it important that it's being talked about but I find the whole subject scary to directly, consciously, discuss)
  17. A victim of the brain
  18. 'I'm not lost, just undiscovered'
  19. Sustainability in fashion. In life.
  20. Being 90% vegan (or: how it is ok to not be perfect, to make mistakes, because you try your best and the best is all you can give)
  21. Declaring my love to Vivienne Westwood
  22. Declaring my love to my mum (or someone else 'special' to me, you, whatever)
  23. Winning is for losers
  24. Wish you were here (not)
  25. I'm tired of castles in the air (or: 'don't just dream in your sleep it's just lazy')
  26. Le Voyage Dans La Lune (how flying to the moon can fix all your problems)
  27. Rainy day outfits
  28. 'I'd read your future but it's written in the past'
  29. The meaning of colours (or: colours talking)
  30. One month, one colour, EVERYTHING (or: one blogpost, one colour, EVERYTHING) 
  31. Think pink. Think yellow. Think blue. Think green.
  32. Summer of colour/black and white of winter
  33. 'I keep wishing tomorrow was yesterday' 
  34. Everyone is everyone else
  35. In the world of rock and roll a bad hair day is a good hair day (or: look out you rock 'n' rollers)
  36. Grey days (or: the colour of truth is grey)
  37. The truth of it
  38. You don't know what you're thinking
  39. I really don't know clouds at all
  40. Lost thoughts
  41. You're boring now (but boring is best) 
  42. 'You've got the wrong lipstick on, mister'
  43. From outer space, to you
  44. Zine. I want to make a zine that's pretty and clever.
  45. Book. I want to write a book that's pretty and clever.
  46. A shortstory about a painting (or a monster)
  47.  These are a few of my favourite things
  48. A journey of understanding
  49. Comfort is key
  50. "(...) stability is always a product of decay: the present has no fixed existence." (from: Museums as spaces of the present, p. 352)
  51. A documentary approach to the present (see above)
  52. Landscape of the present
  53. The world became a stage; "As contemporary society has become more theatricalized, so have its presentations." (Greer Crawley in Museum Making, p. 13)
  54. Trying to understand yourself through things
  55. Take your guess
  56. Telling stories is telling lies
  57. An aesthetic experience
  58. The imagined world of the exhibition
  59. A kiss to build a dream on (or: alone for the lonely)
  60. Dreams are for fools
  61. Are you a good kid?
  62. Sketchbooks (because they're cool)
  63. Create a comic (because they're cool)
  64. Murder through words
  65. A story in space
  66. Floating through the air, the weight of a feather crushing on my existence
  67. A post in the style of the My 1980s essay by Wayne Koestenbaum (although a bit more boring)
  68. What if I'm scared for what's coming next?
  69. What do I want?
  70. Catch the day
  71. In the middle of my mind
  72. Feeling a weird attachment to stuff you own but are sort of worthless (although what's worth anyway)
  73.  The benefits of knitting
  74. DIY Drama (or: D-I-whY?)
  75. All hail the power of fabric!
  76. Wool is cool
  77. Only for the lonely
  78. A creepy tale
  79. Every Day Feels Like a Monday
  80. Girls with short hair/boys with long hair/hair
  81. Tell me your name and I pretend that I don't know you
  82. Someday you'll be sorry
  83. Love is enough
  84. I read books in nightclubs
  85. 'We can't be lovers and we can't be friends'
  86. FBI's most unwanted
  87. Mug shots
  88. A good example of a bad idea
  89. Reflecting reflections
  90. 'A coat borrowed from James Dean'
  91. Mais pourquoi? (or: a story on confidence)
  92. Maybe I've got no idea what I'm doing
  93. In search of meaning
  94. Bad thoughts: the making of
  95. Dress-up doll
  96. Appetite for solitude/value of solitude
  97. Feminism
  98. Victorian dolls and their owners (or: the literal embodiment of femininity and gender roles)
  99. The tea party
  100. Par-TEA time 
  101. A wild tea party (or: The tiger who came to tea and other silly stories)
  102. A little twist of the knife
  103. 'Well I must be crazy if I follow every word you say'
  104. Buttons
  105. A little stitching
  106. 'We are stars fashioned in flesh and bones'
  107. You're the bee's knees
  108. Neck ties
  109. Sunglasses
  110. Don't wait
  111. The way we are
  112. Sometimes it's good to take some risks (or: Approach with caution)
  113. Still standing
  114. Remember when
  115. Vive le comfort
  116. I'll send you love notes
  117. Green with envy
  118. A winner at auction
  119. Darkness on the edge of town (or: how bad thoughts can ruin your day)
  120. I remember yesterday
  121. As ugly as I seem
  122. I am idling, I have idled, I will idle
  123. Feels like home
  124. Space to think
  125. 'Great' outdoors
  126. Best bite (or: put your teeth in it)
  127. Hidden treasure, guilty pleasure
  128. I have no reason to run
  129. A list of things that inspire me
  130. What if that what you're wearing -at this very moment- is a work of art. What if your daily wardrobe is part of an art performance. 'I' am a performer and my clothes, the way I combine and wear them, are an expression of this. 'I' am what I wear and 'I' am an artist.
  131. Stuffed up
  132. Friendsick
  133. Sometimes my brain does this funny thing, "thinking" I believe it's called, and it makes me "think" about stuff. Normal stuff. Weird stuff. Stuff stuff. It just takes a spark within that tiny box one may call a head, and this -with some casual research I must confess- will be the outcome...
  134. The fabric of moonbeams 
  135. Pushing my luck
  136. 'Honey, we can't afford looking this cheap' (or: working with a budget)
  137. Last kind words
  138. Five Friday Faves
  139. Three Tuesday Tunes
  140. Cultural appropiation
  141. Who made these rules?
  142. If I could, then I would
  143. If you smell smoke, you're already on fire
  144. For the love of stuff
  145. Wear one piece of clothing five different ways for a Monday-Friday post 
  146. Imaginary clothes I wish I owned (badly drawn by me)
  147. 'Nothing sacred, but it's a living'
  148. A bunch of lies
  149. 'I'm conteemplating thinking about thinking'
  150. Loved drowned eyes
  151. 'You'll have to find someone else to be in your company'
  152. Kill your darlings
  153. Let them knit
  154. Babes in wool
  155. Knitting into the history
  156. Kn-IT-ting
  157. Sweater curse
  158. Passion for fashion
  159. Brainwashed.
  160. Bright old things
  161. I think I've figured you out
  162. A tad more mod
  163. Picture perfect
  164. Poor me
  165. Tell me your dreams and I'll tell you what they mean
  166. A visual love letter
  167. Dear: No One, This Is Not A Love Letter
  168. Platonic love
  169. Glamboy
  170. Cultural complex
  171. Non-verbal communication
  172. In memory of my feelings 
  173. What's in your imaginary bag? Mine is filled with regret and nerves, but deep down, at the bottom of the bag, there are lost thoughts and happy memories.
  174. Escaping from myself (identity)
  175. Books & Berets
  176. You hadn't me at hello
  177. Little big mistakes
  178. An illustrated wishlist
  179. Things to do when you're bored (or: 10 random things)
  180. Reasons to be happy: you can always make, write or do something new
  181. He's my kind of girl
  182. She's my kind of boy
  183. What makes you feel good?
  184. How easy it is to be egoistic 
  185. "You buy history for what it represents" said by Charles Hanson (on Bargain Hunt)
  186. Between memory and history (or: Lieux de mémoire, "We speak so much of history because there's so little left" (...) "There are lieux de mémoire, sites of memory, because there are no longer milieux de mémoire, real environments of memory.")
  187. (Hyper) Reality
  188. Entertaining small dogs (or: the small dog inside your head)
  189. What your tummy tries to tell you
  190. 'Don't underestimate the things that I will do'
  191. On being culturally uncultured (or: I don't know anything)
  192. Fake it till you make it, scream it till you believe it
  193. How to art
  194. So modern it's old-fashioned
  195. Maybe I should send this email... (and other thoughts to keep yourself entertained, living on the edge)
  196. More disco than yesterday 
  197. A touch of disco
  198. Just not feeling it
  199. Everything's a mess, but that's OK. 
  200. Eat to the beat 
  201. If I had my own fashion label...
  202. Dogs rock
  203. Fashion talks
  204. Why the 80s are perfect for my butt (or: My 1980s)
  205. My love for pinafore dresses and aprons...
  206. On language and numbers (how 'we' say four-forty instead of forty-four, but also how 101 stays the same. Emphasis changes, a sign of what's more important in 'our' culture or just annoying?)
  207. Relax! (or: 7 ways in 7 days to calm down, wind down and to relax, taking it easy...)
  208. She falls asleep (or: My tips and tricks to try to fall asleep when the mind keeps spinning around in unendless circles of doubt, hate, fear and loathing)
  209. Products User (or: a visual impression of the objects I use on a daily basis)
  210.  Who am I (or: a fashionable philosophical exploration of 'self')
  211.  Writing a script for a potential movie/stage performance 
  212. Wrap Up for Winter
  213. Slide through Summer
  214. Imitation (in fashion, in life, in mind)
  215. Make a moodboard (every month, every day, ever second of your life)
  216. A compilation
  217. (e)Quality
  218. Sometimes things just aren't working out (and sometimes that hasn't have to be ok)
  219. See me in the gallery
  220. To do lists
  221. Things to do when you're ill
  222. Things to wear when it's cold outside (or: don't leave the house. ever.)
  223. ... things to do in an hour
  224. .... things to do before 2017/2018/20whatever
  225. Things to do when you're bored
  226. Things to do before the weekend
  227. Things to do when you've got no other things to do (or when you do have other things to do that you don't want to do so you lie to yourself that you've got nothing to do. Sounds familiar?)
  228. Sing-a-long songs
  229. From cover to cover
  230. This road is long
  231. Brainfreeze
  232. Brainfart
  233. Last minute
  234. Coats
  235. Dark matter
  236. Mind over matter
  237. Mystery matter
  238. Hidden meanings
  239. How girls have fun
  240. Wild Child (crying at night)
  241. She just don't care
  242. According to fashionbloggers... (or: Ridiculousness - a fantasy driven madness)
  243. Literally?
  244. Almost
  245. Too much, too little, never (good) enough
  246. Help me face the world (and other minor problems)
  247. Cyclical thoughts
  248. Assemble thy self
  249. Everyone at once
  250. Hardly managing anything 
  251. Time consuming
  252. Little knowing
  253. Big nose, small eyes
  254. Fighting For Peace & Disco
  255. &Others
  256. The Fear
  257. The content you're getting of me is purely recreated
  258. Sunday Funday
  259. Hi, My name is Dominique. I can't sing. I can't dance. But I’m marvelous at reblogging stuff on Tumblr (if I may say so myself).
  260. About There
  261. The Other Day 
  262. Leftover vintage 
  263. Full of Charm and Character
  264. Wasting Time
  265. Ugh.
  266. Interacting
  267. Don't sing a clear melody
  268.  The uninteresting aspects of life
  269. Things I say to my dog
  270. It's just another day
  271. It wasn't that long ago
  272. Help, I'm stuck in the past
  273. Don't you remember?
  274. #buzzword
  275. There's something in the way you move
  276. Still thinking about it
  277. A million reasons
  278. Bad poetry
  279. Much loved
  280. Growing old
  281. Love affair
  282. What to do?
  283. Nice Things
  284. Scary tales, Magical ways
  285. Outfit Challenge
  286. Books to read
  287. Words to write
  288. Thank Goodness! (Or: A list of what you're thankful for) 
  289. Disheartened
  290. Relevant/relevance/Relevating
  291. Become Brilliant
  292. The entertainer
  293. Where the heaven are we?
  294. My Dog Is Cute (and other facts)
  295. Consistency is key
  296. Saying forever too fast 
  297. My Heart is Like a Boat Sailing Out For You
  298. My Breathe is in the Wind Whispering I Love You 
  299. [INSERT TITLE HERE] 
  300. Let's Bring Back Ghosts 
  301. Sense-making 
  302. Writing my worries away 
  303. Silliness is the holiday's best selling point 
  304. The Lucky Loser Show 
  305. 'You dance secretly inside my heart, where no one else can see' 
  306. 'I won't dance for anyone, but I would dance for you' (or: I would die for you)
  307. I Don't Dance, I Boogie  
  308. 'I love you.' Do you have evidence to support your statement? 
  309. I Love Having Imaginary Social Gatherings With My Imaginary Anti Social Friends 
  310. Join the club! (please don't)
  311. Forever alone
  312. Mad Love
  313. Don't Be The Bunny
  314. Conscious of Consciousness 
  315. Like a Spider Spins Its Web 
  316. Bag To School 
  317. There's no reason for a reason
  318. That ain't no way to have fun 
  319. Once a day
  320. Be anything or nothing (or, like you know, in between)
  321. Are you in or out? (or like, you know, in between)
  322. A postcard from...
  323. Greetings
  324. Fear no mess
  325. A lack of colour
  326. A bit of blush
  327. The turning of the leaves
  328. Desk tour (or: a good excuse to clean up the mess I've created, the piles I've made, the life I've wasted)
  329. A party without a cake is just a meeting
  330. Taking it downtown
  331. No such thing as the news
  332. The essence, what's the essence?
  333. Fast talkers 
  334. 'Makeup is a creation, fashion is expression and art is the purest form of emotion.' (from fashion nymphomaniac)
  335. I don't care at this hour
  336. No hugs! Get away from me.
  337. My revenge will be artistic, not personal 
  338. Found Narratives
  339. Do You Speak
  340. Disconnection
  341. You are the sweetest ache in my chest
  342. The magic of beginnings
  343. Motel Money Murder Madness
  344. Get Your Ducks On A Row 
  345. The Bad Baby Boy (or: Forever Young)
  346. Dream the world awake 
  347. An empty body (or: Nobody's Country)
  348. A new body for everybody
  349. What a fool I used to be
  350. This sudden fear is strange
  351. Talk to the moon & other self-help tips 
  352. Reflections of a butterfly
  353. This Teenage Heart
  354. The Longest Time
  355. Thoughts of an over-thinker
  356. I am what I am (& you can't change me) 
  357. Something embarrassing
  358. Almost there
  359. This list is too long
  360. This list is too short
  361. Thinking of thoughts 
  362. For you
  363. From me
  364. Currently out of order (or: please excuse our appearance, we're inbetween looks)
  365. Wayne Koestenbaum essay on Andy Warhol: "Warhol's affect is poised between happiness and sadness, between a speedy emptiness and a lethargic fullness. We can't pinpoint his mood, and we may, sympathetically, wish to ask: Is Andy okay?" (P. 238).

Did you make your way through the list? Till the bitter end? Well, if you did, I take my hat/head off to you sir/madam/alien/dog/whatever! If you've still got some suggestions of your own: try. me. out. I'm all ears (or eyes) (or, like, nose) (well no, that would be stupid. I apologise. No noses will be listening or reading your comments, I promise). Anyway, I thought it to be fun that -when I use one of these ideas- that I'll link the blogpost in this list. So it becomes a 'working list'. Something I 'work my way through'. Something I can reference throughout my blogging career ('career'). What do you think? WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Love,
Dominique
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Picture from Alexa Chung's Instagram

Woman: I am from a small town and I can tell you exactly what that means.
JO: Well that's exactly what I want you to do.
Woman: It's real people, real values, common sense...
JO: Can you be more generic?
John Oliver (The Daily Show)

And other generic sentences...

Although I can hardly remember anything that happened from September onwards, I thought it to be fun to reminisce a little bit about this monstrosity that's called 2016. It's been a year of ups and downs. And downs. And downs. And downs. (When you thought we'd finally hit ground zero, it would show its ugly face with a smile only the Devil could love). I think most of us will remember 2016 as 'it's complicated' (or, you know, the first steps to eternal damnation without relief). However after rain comes sunshine and it's said that you learn the most from making mistakes, right? So here are 16 things I've learned in 2016... I couldn't make them anymore generic...

16 THINGS I'VE LEARNED IN 2016

  1. Nobody sees what you see, nobody cares like you care.
  2. Believe in yourself because otherwise you would cease to exist and that would be quite a shame wouldn't it?
  3. Sometimes people are just stupid and you should let them be.
  4. Sometimes people are just stupid and you should do everything to fight their stupidity.
  5. The colours green and pink go lovely together.
  6. Be specific.
  7. If not specific: be consistend.
  8. If not consistent: run away as fast as you can and don't look back.
  9. You shouldn't be ashamed of eating directly from the chocolate spread jar, just don't do it when there's a possibility of an audience, because it's not a side you'll want to share in public (seriously).
  10. Go against your own instincts because although the heart can't think it sometimes knows best (and other times it doesn't, but that's alright, perfection is a stupid word anyway).
  11. Being stuck in a rut is fine as long as it's a rut you're stuck in and not, like, you know, 'emotions'.
  12. Sending stuff to America/Canada is bloody expensive.
  13. Having a plan is great but if you don't follow that plan it still means nothing.
  14. You always need to be prepared to improvise (so why plan anything, ey?!).
  15. A (white) lie doesn't kill anyone, but neither will the truth. Or at least...
  16. This is not the end of the world. Yet.

Picture also from Alexa Chung's insta... because... why not?

My overall feelings on 2016:
Oh why won't this frickin' tomato behave?! mmmh! MMMMHH! Why does it have to be like this?

What have you picked up from this horrible, horrible year? LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!

Love,
Dominique
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Still can't decide what to get? Maybe these books are more your cup of tea...

VAN GOGH'S EAR
by Bernadette Murphy


Do you like severed ears and mental breakdowns? Or to put it more politely: do you like a mystery to be solved around one of the greatest, if not most famous artists in this world? Well this is your chance! In this book Murphy describes her reseacrh into -what can only be described as- the second most disturbing nights in Van Gogh's life. The first most disturbing night naturally being the night that he dies after he tried to kill himself. But trust me, this second-best story is definitely worth a read. Even if you're not a Van Gogh fan, you must give credit to the way this reseacrhhas unfolded itself. It's truly through perseverance and a good head that this truth can finally be filed away as a truth. 

The book was really easy to read and followed the research as it was done. On the one hand this is a very strong point of the book as it gives you a sense of research in general (which is good when you, like me, are busy doing a research of your own and you're a bit stuck; although the theme and scale aren't the same, the idea of how to 'do it' is quite inspiring). On the other hand however this can lead you to such sentences as 'I've just had lunch with this person from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam and it was really nice. The people here are very nice.' Like, why? Why is that included in the final copy of this book? Sure it gives you a sense that this was purely a individuals passion project, but, like, why? Why should I care about your lunch with the person from the Van Gogh Museum? Why? Why should I care? I mean, I get it when it's related to a break-through (for instance when she had dinner, I think, in this restaurant where there was this poster, or something, on which stood something, I don't know, something important about prostitutes or something -or was it the way Arles used to look before the Second World War?- which led her to something else important that actually helped her to get closer to the truth). Anyway, to summarise: good book, easy to read, very interesting subject, sometimes unimportant blabber.

EGGHEAD
by Bo Burnham


And now for something entirely different... I love this book (collection of poems). Although I don't think I've ever mentioned it anywhere. It's brilliant, it's sweet, it's funny, it's ironic and it's smart. But most of all it's addicting. Once you start reading there's no stopping you. On the one side that's a good thing: you want more and more and more and more, but then, after you realised what you've done, after you've consumed every last bit of it and you haven't had the time to breathe out, you'll feel silly and guilty and consumeristic. There's never enough. Nothing is ever enough. So then, on a second read, you take your time. You breathe in and breathe out and you look at the words and think about the words you just looked at. Then you read -what can only be described as- a fart joke and a single salty tear slowly makes its way down your chin into your tea. Art.

MY 1980s & OTHER ESSAYS
by Wayne Koestenbaum


In short:
My 1980s & Other Essays made me feel cultured yet very uncultured. It made me question. And question some more. It made me tilt my head, sigh, and just read through because I knew I wouldn't get it anyway, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.

In long:
Monday 12 September 2016, 21:47

I just picked up My 1980s & Other Essays by Wayne Koestenbaum (not only because, I reassured my bullet journal, Debbie Harry is on the front cover) after finishing Van Gogh's Ear by Bernadette Murphy the day before (not only because it's about Vincent van Gogh). Although I'd spend the whole day reading about 'museum-making' and 'narrative spaces' for school purposes, I still felt a need to read. To read just for pleasure. To unwind before going to sleep (which is funny, may this notebook be my witness, I always end up rewinding instead of unwinding when reading. Uproaring my thoughts and feeling the need to write them down in an excercise that doesn't actually help me to sleep but in return instigates slept-driven thoughts to keep me awake at night). In the back of my mind I was thinking, planning, this blogpost-series (inception?), 'celebrating' my birthday. Although I hate it, this, in secret, so deeply, but any excuse will do to make me and my mum to feverishly knit 7 jumpers. In the name of entertainment.

My 1980s & Other Essays starts with, who'd thought, an essay called 'My 1980s'. While reading I thought that this style of writing/ordering/telling a story might be fun to duplicate/immitate (in my own way) for this series. But then, on a second thought, I remembered that my life isn't firstly as eventful or secondly as interesting as the one written before my eyes. I read further, absorbed in the words, when I camed to page 11 and this was being projected into my brain:

"I was not thinking about the world. I was not thinking about history. I was thinking about my body's small, precise, limited, hungry movement forward into a future that seemed at every instant on the verge of being shut down."

And the fact that this, this, was printed on the 11th page of the book means so much to me, which is hard to explain (and hopefully you'll accept that this goes beyond the notion of me being born on the 11th around 11 o'clock, but then again to also keep in mind that that, in many ways, is also one of the reasons for my excitement, my enthusiasm, but also -mainly- my hesitation and adoration towards these words. These words that aren't mine, but made me to pick up this notebook in the first place, to -again feverishly- write down these words in the hope they'll still mean as much to me in the morning as they do right now). Basically, if I were to write a similar kind of style essay this would basically be it. At this very moment in time (tomorrow morning may be different).

22:21

As if it was meant to be, I was scrolling through Instagram when I came across a short extract, posted by Tavi Gevinson, of her early NYC diaries (which are now up on Rookie, but which I haven't read). And I find, on some level, that what she says, what I can read on Instagram, to connect with the afore mentioned:

"Chirs Kraus wrote that every letter is a love letter. David Foster Wallace frequently used "Every Love Story is a Ghost Story" in private writings, though its origin is unknown. Lorde says she doesn't write love songs, but how can that be true? Every song is a love song, is a ghost song. We love something so much that we have to write it down, and in doing so, we've killed it, like Barthes' characterization of loved ones in a photo: "Anesthetized and fastened down like butterflies." Now I'm interested in love, in letters, in songs, that are not concerned with the end; that are incapable of accessing on aerial view, on image,  story; I would like to stop trying to conquer death by documentation, feeling like the end-game will always be the page."

I always where I've been. What I've done. Or better: what I've done wrong for not being so, not necessarily smart, but cultivated (and smart). (Is it you, instagram, have you killed my brain, my ability to be(come) smart?). To be well-read and well-thought. To be able to make connections and then to connect them to your own experiences/feelings/thoughts. Lately I feel clumsy with words (not only because I wonder where I'm writing to and perhaps what I'm writing for (purpose). I'm writing mostly for my own amusements. I've always liked writing, but I feel like this past year it really has become 'something' for me (but what?). I wonder whether this is interesting or not (probably not. Me moaning and then publishing it on my own blog because 'I can' (Yes we can). What do I accomplish? Embarrassment? Self-consciousness? I've always been filled with a self-centred interest, but as I may believe one of my other current readings (a thesis: Fashion Beyond Identity by Rebecca L. Breuer), 'I' am all but a dream.

Page 12 (My 1980s):

"Does any of this information matter? I am not responsible for what matters and what doesn't matter. Offbeat definition of materialism: a worldview in which every detail matters, in which every factual statement is material."

22:49

Funnily enough, now moved on to the second essay (Heidegger's Mistress), it starts with: "I'm trying to figure out why -or how- or if - I became intellectual."

Tuesday 13 September 2016, 23:46

(Susan Sontag essay on Roland Barthes, quoted, p. 47): "(...) 'the writer's freedom that describes is, in part flight. The writer is the deputy of his own ego - of that self in perpetual flight before what is fixed before writing, as the mind is in perpetual flight from doctrine. 'Who speaks is not who writes is not who is.' Barthes wants to move on - that is one of the imperatives of the aesthete's sensibility.' Move on, Sontag urged. Leave the field untilled. Switch projects. Change hemispheres. Make a film. Direct a play. Write a novel. Fly to Hanoi. Nonspecialist, she refused restriction, scorned the limiting identity of the expert. She would rather have been considered a collector, connoisseur, sad perfert - anything but an academic."

Wednesday 14 September 2016, 10:19

Reading, for me, has three reasons (in no particular order):
1. To (be) entertain(ed)
2. To forget
3. To (be) submerge(d)

The first one is quite self-explanatory; I read to find a certain entertainment, pleasure perhaps, which keeps me reading. It's hard to read something when the *spark* isn't there (although you'll understand I don't ascribe this singularly to predestined entertainment or fiction).

It's funny how I'm someone who needs to forget and still anxiously holds on to every little thought/experience she (I) can (in my mind).

To forget, the bad thoughts (of yourself or those reminiscent of -the words of- others). To forget sitting in a train. To forget being alone or overcrowded. To forget the day, the night, the hour or even the moment. Which is closely related to the idea to submerge. To submerge myself into a certain topic, a way of writing, thinking (a process of connecting the words on paper to the music in your head and the images that have once passed your eyes). To submerge, to take a bite, out of the words (out of the world). To, for the time being, be the words (to be the writer perhaps).

23:20

Page 71: "When I write, I'm always not yet a poet; I'm a striver, a yearner, hoping to crash the House of Poetry."

Thursday 29 September 2016, 00:09

P. 98 [about Schuyler]

"He indulges the words he loves, as he wishes each passing day would pamper him. Some typical titles: 'June 30, 1974.' 'Dec. 28, 1974.' 'February 13, 1975.' August first, 1974.' Each day ia an eclectic collection of moods and circumstances, potentially catastrophic; toward a ruined day's end, cheerfulness sometimes breaks through it."

P. 98-99

"To include the fruit beside the blanket page, the page on which one is about to write a sentence is to be indolent enough to notice wild beauty, to stare at it, to wonder what words might begin to be useful in a description of it, but to stop several steps short of actually writing the words down."

Am I killing the words? I've got this bad habit of writing stuff down. For my research, for my memory, for my pleasure. Something physical that's in my own handwriting (in my own words?). I've been mocked about my way of 'going around' things. Making stuff happen. Writing stuff down. It's funny how I, in a crisi of my believe in myself and my capabilities find a calmness in one of the things I'm criticised for. For something I can't do. So is me writing down those words - the words of others - killing them by making them my own? Connecting them, remembering them?

"We love something so much we have to write it down and in doing so, we've killed it."

I wasn't consciously on a slaughtering session. And anyway I think Tavi is in this case mainly referring to experiences (the same goes for taking pictures). I'm still killing these words I'm reading (an experience an sich?). I've murdered to experience by writing about it. To quote. To literally convert them -sticking a knife in the back- into my own handwriting.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is safe.
A brain that works,
a body that moves,
is always contaminating, poisoning the water.

P. 104
"Not all poems need to be written. Part of the beauty of the lyric enterprise is that one can store at verse from across a rift of silent inaction and remark on the unwritten poems. Sometimes it is enough to have thought to do."

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Last minute Christmas shopping? Why not give a book! Everyone likes a book, right? I mean, there ar so many different kinds of books out there. For instance...

WUTHERING HEIGHTS
by Emily Brontë


This year I've been on a roll when it comes to reading books. I found that reading during train rides calms me down. Although it heightens the fear of missing the right stop. Although, to be fair, the right stop for me is Amsterdam Central Station. I mean, that isn't your 'where are we again?' stop it's more your 'oh my giddy giddy gosh does the whole world need to be here too?!!??' kind of stop. Anyway, this year I've been on a roll when it comes to reading a book, but then Wuthering Heights happened. *dramatic music* I started reading this book at the beginning of July (may Instagram be my witness) and I only finished reading it at the end of October. For some unexplainable reason I just couldn't get through it. I blame it on the July sun that shone just a tad bit too bright. But still, why was this book so hard to read? I want to love it, I need to love it, why is it so hard to love it then? And then it struck me. It's very clever in that way.

The struggle is the point. The struggle between, within and outside yourself (or naturally between/within/outside the characters in the book). Being dragged into situations or (sub)consciously creating situations that either grows beyond yourself or becomes (un)explanatory to your being. The struggles within the book are made to make you struggle when reading it. Basically: not everything that's great is enjoyable. She said. She sighed. I think, within mainstream consumption, we're actually made lazy. I mean -to show my popular hand- how else can pineapple-pen be 'a thing'? Right? RIGHT?

Wuthering Heights isn't a book to simply read, to simply consume, it's a book you'll have to experience. You'll have to try to embody the means and motive before you get the opportunity to make it hunt you.

HOW TO BE PARISIAN
by Sophie Mas, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, Anne Berest


When discussing this book with my mum (because I just love to share my opinion with everyone who'd like to hear it (and 'everyone' always turns out to be my mum, who doesn't always want to hear everything I've got to say, but she's there anyway, so basically she's got no choice)), I came to the conclusion that How To Be Parisian can best be summarised with the word 'self conscious'. Which is stupid. Not the book, mind you, but the word 'self conscious'. I mean, it is stupid isn't it?

But then again it -in this case, within this book- can also be very helpful. Enjoyable. 'Fun' even. It takes itself serious, but also it doesn't. It makes fun of itself, but also it doesn't. Basically it's conscious, self conscious, of the good and the bad and all the 'grey areas' that goes with it. Which can be funny or ironic or informative. And that from your 'typical' fashion book that explores your 'typical' fashion terminology and stereotypes. So therefore concluding that it contains, maintains and obtains a self consciousness, a (reflective) personality, a 'anything but snobbish attitude' is almost the act of a madman. Call me mad.

At the end 'the' Parisian isn't defined by its je ne sais quoi, its unattainability, its fleetingness, but by its - there it is again- self consciousness, and therewith thus its humanness. The Parisian in this book isn't something that only exists between the twilight of stereotypes and daydreaming (or: seeing what you want to see, defining something that isn't actually there, but still can be looked and graved for because there's a market for it, or at least there's a market created for it by fashion magazines through idealisation). This isn't a phantom image, a nonexistent being, a fashionable money-maker (well....) or the proof of the existence of demi-gods. It's a deconstruction followed by a reconstruction followed by a resurrection.

LONGBOURN
by Jo Baker


Longbourn is a novel by Jo Baker that gives you a sneak peek behind the scenes of Pride & Prejudice. It almost gives you a reality check. A lifting of the magical veil that is love: It presents you with the inevitable truth of class, rank and life. So no fancy dresses or long diners for you, my sweetest. You will be scrubbing, cooking and crying. But then, then the story turns again. It'll let you dwell on a whole other love story, including all its romance and 'sticky stuff'. And therewith, indeed, creating another magical veil of love...

It's very refreshing to get a whole other angle on the classic story I've known (and loved) for years and years. And no, just to be clear, this isn't a story about Elizabeth and Darcy slowly falling in love. It's set in the same period of time (and a bit beyond), it's got the same pace and the stories intertwine at moments (when the servants are for instance mentioned within the Pride & Prejudice world), but it's a whole different read. Another story with another ending. Elizabeth and Darcy do get together, but who cares?! Mr Darcy can be brutally murdered with the silk ribbons of Elizabeth's bonnet or tragically slip in the lake and drown for all that I care! What about Sarah the housemaid and the mysterious footman James? What about Mr and Mrs Hill? You don't even need to know or have read Pride & Prejudice to understand this story! (although I highly recommend you to do so anyway).

Longbourn is in fact fanfiction, the only difference being that the main characters in Longbourn aren't really of any importance to Jane Austen. Or at least, they make the world of Pride & Prejudice work the way it did, but substantially it didn't made a difference on what kind of servant (the 'who': Sarah, James, Mr or Mrs Hill etc.) acted upon their wishes. It was being taken care of, like it always had been taken care of (and therewith the actual 'who' didn't matter). This whole 'role division' is perfectly demonstrated within Longbourn, although they (so the Bennet's, the Bingley's and the Darcy's) aren't being portrayed as some kind of monsters (although they are high maintenance), they play the part of master/better than you and therewith they are unlikable characters. Or at least: they don't shine as bright or are as witty as we once thought they were. You can't charm your way out of this one, Darcy dear...

Lizzy and Darcy etc., as characters, don't flourish as much as they did or could in Pride & Prejudice. Mainly because this 'new' perspective doesn't allow them to. Yes, Jane is still the most loveliest and Elizabeth is still the smartest. However when scrubbing their "monthly bleeds" from their clothing, being totally ignored and expected to serve them 24/7, you wouldn't be as taken with them as presented in their original settings. It gives the words 'pride' and 'prejudice' an entirely different meaning. Therewith making the title of this book, Longbourn, almost symbolic to this hierarchy. The servants are 'bound' to this place. It's their place, socially and morally.

You could even say that the moral is a construction based on the social, which in itself is naturally also a construction. However more importantly: it's a construction that's being acted upon. Not only by the Bennet's, the Bingley's and the Darcy's, but most importantly by the servants. Without trying to spoil anything: the anxiety that comes with these certain settings, expectations and 'rules'. The downstairs of the household tries to obtain a certain 'uniform being' that is seen as a reflection of the household as a total (so downstairs + upstairs = household aka Longbourne). Because it's a reflection or even a representation of the household within the society it moves in, it's really important how either party 'flows' (naturally the main focus being on upstairs instead of downstairs, but it's the thought that counts). And SPOILER ALERT it's quite telling that at the end of the book the main characters (the servants) are reunited at the same place that bounded them together in the first place. Perhaps demonstrating that they will always belong or play their part, in some way, as the servant no matter what happens. They'll forever be property of Longbourn, bound within the boundaries of the (social) household, while their own personal boundaries (the 'who') has developed dramatically. 'Keeping up appearences' is seen as the most important end result. "But what about love?", as Sarah rightfully asks. Yes, what about it?
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The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
ABBA - The Winner Takes It All
 

And the winner is...

[Click here to go to the giveaway]
[which is closed now, btw, but, like, maybe you want to look at what you could've won if you had participated... I don't know why you would want to do that either...]

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
cats and dogs,
pizza couriers and chinese takeaways,
gather around!

The time is nigh, the winners of the first ever, and most probably last ever, giveaway will be announced shortly! Oh how electrifying! The jury had no hard time choosing the winners (as there was only one on each platform to participate... also, I'm not really a number-person, but is there any corralation between me having 226 followers on Instagram before the giveaway and loosing twenty souls after the giveaway... you can't please everyone I guess. *one single salty teardrop slowly slides over my left cheek as I scrape my throat* Anyway...). The tention is rising! Who could it be?! Who could be the lucky winners of the first Fashioned by Pluche zine??? OH MY GIDDY GIDDY GOSH I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER!!!!


And. the. winners. are.....

*an annoying and ineffective long silence. I mean, these are just words on digital paper. You could just skim the text and read it whenever you like. I'm not stopping you. I don't have the power to stop you. Yet. But when technology evolves to that extend, and when I will have the power to stop you skimming my hard thought-through words (right), well then, then... Anyway, back to the announcement*

......the lovely Batsheva from Cynical Duchess (which is an absolutely brilliant, funny and honest blog and you should all be following her) and the wonderful Loes who simply is the definition of cool and also a very good analog photographer (go and see it for yourself @loederr)!

Dear winners,

Although you were the only two participants, your stories really resonated with me. From fulfilling a childhood dream (by making your dog wear your brothers' underwear classic) to standing up to those whippersnappers who just don't 'get' the pleasure of playing with your entire Barbie/costume jewelry collection during school hours (anything to avoid maths, amiright). And by showing that you're not a deer directly staring into the headlights of a truck that would definitely squash you to death, is a very handy trade to achieve at such a young age for when you're older and people really start to act weird when you pop out the ol' Barbie doll during a board meeting... Well done, you two!

Love,
Dominique


P.s. After I've gathered your information I will send it to you as soon as I can. Pinky promise.

P.s. P.s. I've had this nightmare about you looking at my zine like 'what is this sh*t', so I'd like to ease the pain before damage has been done: this is the first zine I've ever made and -as it goes with most firsts- it isn't THA BEST THING EVAH. However I tried my very best to make it something. So I hope this something will make your eye twinkle (or twitch. Twitching is fine too) just a tiny-winy-little bit.

Business will proceed as usual very soon... (it probably won't, but I felt this sentence needed to be added).
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It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Ally Condie


This post comes to you in 4 parts...

It's the first day of December. I've got two words for you: Michael. Bublé. I think, and Mr. Bublé knows it, the Christmas album is the best idea he has ever had. Because, although I'm quite scrooge-esque towards Christmas, the soothing warm sound of Mr. Bublé's voice somehow makes everything in life better. (E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g). Anyway, while I'm swinging and shaking my booty to some Santa Claus adoring sounds, you can read this post. So let's get started! (she said, while sliding over the floor with a hairbrush in her hand loudly singing along to 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town').

1. I'VE FINISHED MY FIRST ZINE!

I've finished my first zine! It's called 'Nostalgia: There's going to be no future' (to keep it bright and cheery). What to expect? 48 pages filled with bad -but sincere- poetry, original (Microsoft Paint) art and that overall wistful nostalgic feeling...

If you'd like a digital (PDF) copy of the zine, please send an email to: fashionedbypluche@hotmail.com with the subject line 'Fashioned by Pluche Zine Issue 1'.

However...


2. GIVEAWAY

 If you'd like a physical copy of the zine, enter the giveaway! There are two ways to enter this giveaway (everything is in parts these days):

1. Bloggy-blog
- Follow this blog (either on Bloglovin or click on the follow button underneath the 'Good Kids Club' in the sidebar).
- Write a comment below this post telling me about a nostalgic childhood story.
(Don't forget to look back to know if you're the winner...)

2. Insta
- Go to my Instagram (@dominique_by_pluche) and follow it.
- Click on the picture with my baby face (the one that's got 'giveaway' written on it).
- Like the picture and tell me a nostalgic childhood story.

The giveaway is open internationally. The winners will be announced on the 15th of December around 20:00 Central European Time.

However...



3. I'LL SHOW MINE IF YOU SHOW YOURS

I'd like to broaden my zine-world experience. So if you've got a zine of your own and you'd like me to read it (and write about it on this blog), you can send an email to fashionedbypluche@hotmail.com, with the subject line 'Fashioned by Pluche Zine Issue 1 SWAP'. You can either send me a digital copy and get a digital copy in return OR you can give me your contact details and I'll give you mine and we can send each other physical copies... Sounds like a plan, right?


4. WHAT'S NEXT?

Good question! I've already started working on the second issue. This time it's all about bad habits. So if you have a bad habit to share, you can! (Lucky you.) It can be anything and it can be expressed in anyway... (but don't come up to me and confess that your bad habit is killing people. "Oops, oh no, I kill people everywhere I go, I can't help it, I can't control myself, it's such a bad habit! Almost as bad as my chocolate addiction...". Just no. No. NO. Clear?). I already feel that this one is going to be (even *wink wink*) better and bigger than this one.

Love,
Dominique
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Somewhere there's a secret road
To take me far away I know
But til than I am hollow
Jake Bugg - Trouble Town

The first and most probably last concert of the year. 
*happy face* *sad face*

Last Friday I went to see Jake Bugg at the Melkweg in Amsterdam. It was magical. It was fantastic. He was everything I wanted him to be (that's to say: he played all the songs I wanted him to play. Good boy). I highly recommend seeing him live. He's f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c. Anyway: I was very nervous to go. And when I get nervous I can get quite, well, mean (that's to say: I physically attacked my sister. With a pillow. But still. It wasn't a pleasurable sight to see or experience).

The trouble of a ticket is that you have to buy it up to a year or half a year in advance.
A year or half a year in advance; you're pumped, excited, giddy, about the prospect of seeing one of your favourites live.
One of those artists that's promptly featured on your list:
'Artists I must see live once in my life'.
This is your chance. You grab the chance. The chance is yours.
A perfect fairy tale is being imagined.
The music is adored. The taste intensified.
Only the idea fuels your body. Fuels your mind.

However.
A week before the actual gig life is anything but a fairy tale.
You've forgotten.
You're stressed. You're worked up.
The date has suddenly become an inconvenience. A burden.
(An exciting inconvenience. An excited burden.)
A week becomes a day.
A day becomes the day.
Life is moving too fast and you try to hold on for your dear life.

The tickets!
You still need to print them!
The ink has almost run out!
Fly or die! (Fly, you lucky bastard.)

Time is moving too fast. Time is moving too slowly.
You think you're going to faint only by the prospect of the idea of going.
Of seeing one of your favourites. Of not enjoying it. (You're not going to enjoy it, whispers a warm soft voice in your cold, cold ear.)

Nerves.
All of the nerves.
The people.
The closed room.
Cramped.
Boxed.
Nerves.
All of the nerves.
Public transport.
City.
Cramped.
Boxed.
Nerves.
Stress.
Why?
Why did I do this to myself?
Why?
I don't want to go.
I don't want to go.
I'm not going.

Why.
Why?
I want to go.
I want to go.
I want to go.
I don't want to.

You try to convince yourself that this is fun.
This is what fun is.
This is fun.
You find this fun.
FUN.
Fun.

Time to go.

Nerves. Constant nerves.
Nerves.
Pumped.
Excited.
Giddy.
Euphoric.
Transformed.
Transported.
'Like a flower in the snow.'
High.

The end.
You don't want it to end.
You want it to never end.
This feeling.
This comfort.

The lights turn on.
Reality hits back with a bang. But softly.
The beating in your head confirms the beating of the soul.
A rush.
A fairy tale.
A big black hole.
Nothing but a tight sleep.
A woozy morning.
A dizzy day.
A hazy night. 

The trouble of a ticket is that you have to buy it up to a year or half a year in advance.
A year or half a year in advance; you're pumped, excited, giddy, about the prospect of seeing one of your favourites live.
You forget the trouble. The trouble is outweighed.
The trouble disappeared.
(But still exists.)
(Why don't you remember?)
(Don't you want to remember?)
Oooh, are that some tickets on sale?



PICTURES OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN
I actually have 'found' a new philosophy whereby 'the moment' is more important than the documentation of 'the moment'. Also: I'm really bad in taking pictures 'in the moment', but in this case, whereby 'the moment' is right in front of your eyes, it's tempting to ruin it by constantly trying to document 'the moment' instead of trying to live 'in the moment' (that's also to say: your crappy mobile phone won't ever capture the feeling that such a 'moment' provokes; therewith: the feeling is restrained by the fear of dropping your phone). I actually even got a tiny-winy bit annoyed by this girl standing in front of me Snapchatting e-v-e-r-y-t-i-n-g *sigh* Millenials, amiright?! Anyway, here are some pictures of the lovely Jake in action...

Love,
Dominique

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 The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree 
is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
Burton Hillis

It's the time of giving...

It's December! (minus a day or two) You know what that means, right? CHRISTMAS! Oh my giddy giddy gosh the world is turning too fast, time has been mixed up and I'm getting seasick. How can it be that I am already thinking about Christmas? I don't even particularly like Christmas! It's just another day where the pressure rises high, where you're being forced to have fun and be fun. I don't do magic tricks on command (she said, while stamping her feet). However this year we're trying to do it ol' school with playing games and giving presents. BUT NO TREE OR DECORATIONS. Except for a little bit of glitter or, like, you know, some banting or something and like, Christmas cards and treats maybe BUT NOTHING MORE THAN THAT.

In preperation for 'Santa's big day', here are some gift suggestions from independent businesses to give to independent people (or not. Being independent isn't a criteria for buying these products, money is). Because, you know, no one will die from a little bit of originality... right? *suddenly chokes on a bit of originality stuck in my throat*


1. Fortune Lapel Pin (Stay Home Club)
2. Skull Lapel Pin (Kristina Micotti)
3. Frances Cannon X Yippywhippy Earings (Yippywhippy)
4. The Sad Ghost Club's Guide To Making Friends (Sad Ghost Club)
5. Scribbles T-shirt (Cailtin She)
6. Social Circle T-shirt (Stay Home Club)
7. Lip Slick in Creature (LunatiCK Cosmetic Labs)
8. Edwardian Dark Flat Canotier (Birds and Fresia)
9. Happy Ghost Socks (Sarah M. Lyons)
10. I Have A tenuous Grip on Reality Print (Yippywhippy)
11. Pink Ceramic Skull Toothbruch holder (Texas Ceramics)
12. Mixed Emotions Club Lapel Pin (Tuesday Bassen)

Have you already started preparing for Christmas or do you leave it up to the last minute? Do you like to gamble too? Because maybe it isn't 'just a phase' and has your dare devil behaviour become an active lifestyle choice... mmmm very interesting. Do you give presents during the Christmas-period or is each other's company enough? (You don't need to bribe your family to hang out with you, you're a cool guy, people like you for you. Good for you). Which cool gift from this list would you like to find under the Christmas tree? (or like, under the sofa or stuffed away in a chair or behind the computer screen or wherever you want to stick it, find it, lick it and cherish it...)

Love,
Dominique
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It is so complex no one dares to say 'let's make it simple'.
Rik Wouters


Welcome to Antwerp, where the wind is tough and the streets are... well... tougher...

Last Sunday me and 'tha gang' went to Antwerp. Why? Why would I leave my house on such a ghastly, windy, horrifying day? Elementary, dear Watson! Educate yourself! Blow up a train! (that is a train of thought: break out of your daily pattern and go out into the wide open world! Explore!). Yes, yes, I know, I know, I've already spoiled my intentions in the previous blogpost, but can't we all just take a step back and be wondrous. Be wondrous of the world. Be wondrous of Antwerp and all the stones they haven't left unturned. Curiosity perhaps? Or renovation work? (Although how do I dare to poke fun at Antwerp, because has someone lately been to Amsterdam? They know how to drill too, I'll tell ya!). Antwerp is lovely and idyllic and -as I said- totally worth a visit... after they've re-turned all of the stones, that is...


So why was I in Antwerp again? Good question! To go to a museum, naturally! And not just any museum, but the ModeMuseum (MoMu). Did you know there are 63 museums in the Netherlands with a costume- and/or fashion collection but there are none, zero, njente actual fashion museums... (with an exception perhaps of Tassenmuseum Hendrikje (bags and purses museum), but like, that's not actual fashion fashion). Interesting, right! Gives you food for thought! (Why no fashion museum in the Netherlands??!). Anyway, the Belgians do have a fashion museum: MoMu! The saviour of all my problems! Because when you're doing research into the way fashion (items of clothing) are being re-presented within a museological environment, you do need a museological environment where they re-present fashion in the first place. As you might understand, an actual fashion museum is prefered above a museum that does fashion on the sidelines. Firstly because a non-specialised museum mostly uses the fashion exhibition in a different way than a fashion museum would (that's generally to say: use it in a way to gain more visitors/attention opposed to their 'regular' exhibitions on pots and pans; which could still be lovely and mind blowing, but the subject in itself is much more 'niche' and less attention grabbing (sorry)). Secondly because non-specialised museums aren't -hypothetically- as involved/up-to-date/specialised in their fashion presentation as an actual specialised museum would be. This statement is based on a comparison between non-specialised Dutch museums and a specialised Belgian museum. I mean, I wouldn't dare to say such a thing about, I don't know, the V&A or the Met. But don't take this in a way that I'm saying that non-specialised Dutch museums are doing an absolutely appaling job, because as said: the fashion exhibition within a museum that has a wider perspective within their walls mostly use the fashion exhibition as a way to speak to a larger audience. These exhibitions are the fun fair of the museum. These exhibitions are there to make the museum shine. These exhibitions are created by people who put their money where their mouth is. Most noticeably in this category I think is Maarten Spruyt, who actually is a (fashion) stylist 'specialised' in making (museum) exhibitions. On top of that I raise you the famous photographer Erwin Olaf who curated a fashion exhibition called 'Catwalk' for the Rijksmuseum. Although, as the through-and-through critic that I am, I think there are many fingers to be raised at this exhibition (and also those made by Spruyt). Although, again, I'm just a very critical person and most people are just 'fine' about it... Anyway, let's go back to Antwerp and MoMu...


Until the 26th of February 2017 you can see the Rik Wouters & The Private Utopia exhibition at MoMu. The exhibition, as the name already suggests, is based around the paintings of Rik Wouters. Wouters was the only Belgian painter who used impressionist painting techniques to depict homely-scenes around and about Belgium. His muse was his wife Nel (that's to say: almost all if not all paintings he made are of Nel). Besides Wouters' love for the homely, the exhibition also uses the 'utopic search for the good life' as an important starting point. Think Henry David Thoreau's Walden, Life in Woods (1854) and the current slow-movement (where handicraft, durability, ethical responsibility and going 'back' to the roots of things are being held high). The exhibition is packed with famous (Belgian) names and dresses (Ann Demeulemeester, Dries van Noten, Martin Margiela do I need to say more?). The exhibition is a celebration of the 100th anniversary of Rik Wouters' death (any excuse to throw a party).


During my visit I specifically looked at the way they re-presented the primary features of a clothing item before musealization has taken place within a musealized environment (musealization: the process of an object going from economical/users 'worth' to a cultural 'worth'. Or as Kenneth Hudson has put it: "A tiger in a museum is a tiger in a museum and not a tiger." In this case it is: A dress in a museum is a dress in a museum and not a dress). So I looked at the way they used certain presentation techniques (light, sound, decor etc. etc.) to 'bring back' for instance the embodiment or body bound-ness of a dress ('an item of clothing is made for the body, without a body there is no clothing item'). In this case the embodiment can be seen through the many different mannequins they used to display the garments. Hereby the body isn't 'brought back' but the dress has been filled by a particular mannequin that supports the shape of the dress (and thus replaces the shape of the body) and therewith gives it a certain 'personal identity' (the mannequin can be distinguished from another) that supports the story or timeline it's being placed in. Most notably in this case is the room with the kids mannequins, whereby on the one side there are hyper-realistic mannequins in modern brightly coloured clothes. And on the other side there are very classic (basic) mannequins in oldfashioned neutral coloured clothes (also: notice the big pile of brightly coloured toys on the one side and the small pile of more neutral coloured toys on the other side. This way you could say a story is being told about the period it re-presents and the 'people' that go with it. Through the contrast between one window and the other within the same room, the visitor is being transported into a timecapsule that tells you visually a story from both sides at the same time).


For those who've been to the exhibition (or looked it up online), I think there'll be no disagreement when I say that the Dirk Van Saene room is the best room of the whole exhibition. It looks pretty in pictures, but it really is something you should experience yourself. The whole exhibition is quite bright/light and connected with oneanother (the rooms flow into eachother with not much differentiation between them except for the clothes or theme on display). However the Dirk Van Saene room is placed secluded in the arch of the exhibition space (the exhibition space is shaped like a triangle). You first have to go through a very dark tunnel to come into the dark rounded room that is the Dirk Van Saene room. Against the wall there are mannequins slowly spinning around (unsynchronized). Each one of them is lighted seperately (a top tip: after looking at the garments, start looking at the shadows they cast on the wall, it looks like there is a real person turning very eloquently in front of you. It's magical and a very soothing experience). After you've made your first steps forward into the room, you suddenly notice a difference underneath your feet. The hard and smooth (and cold) floor is being replaced by a soft circular rug that goes into a seating (especially designed by Dirk Van Saene for the exhibition). The touch of the rug in combination with the secluded darkness surrounding you, makes you experience the room and the clothes entirely differently from the rest of the exhibition space (I guess because there are more senses being addressed. I really wish they had some music playing in the background instead of the soft buzzing of the machine that spins the mannequins around to really bring me into a different 'zone of existence'). The darkness and soft touch heightens a feeling of coziness (especially when looking into the middle of the rug, which is also highlighted through lights and depicts a bright yellow sun shining fiercely). You can get really close to the mannequins as there is no glass seperating you from the item of clothing. Because they spin around your eye detects more and more after every spin. It also gives you the opportunity to look back and forth between the garments on display which I think is nicer than the mannequins moving on the catwalk from Catwalk at the Rijksmuseum. At Catwalk the mannequins were being 'chased down the catwalk' synchronized. This feels a lot more dynamic (partly this is also because of the way the clothes and the mannequins have been set up. It's a lot more 'natural' so to speak).


If I said that I loved the exhibition I would be lying (again: I'm a very critical person). But I think they've done a pretty good job in capturing the idea or even philosophy behind the exhibition. I only wish they had included the items of clothing more into the story instead of mentioning it sort of like 'oh yeah, these designers did this and this and you can see that now here'. Because you can, see it there, but it would be -I think- more interesting if the two worlds colided more with eachother (the paintings are -literally- in front of the glass and the garments behind it. The mirroring of the glass sometimes made the images morph into eachother, but still they felt -and were- seperated. A significant stone that's left unturned).

[EDIT 25/11/2016: Last Wednesday I interviewed the exhibition curator and she told me that this exhibition isn't really centered around the body or the way an item of clothing is being worn. It's more a note/story on society. The exhibition goes into sustainability and the paintings of Rik Wouters. And indeed, the clothes on display were in this way supported through the exhibition texts and the visuals or themes presented through Wouters' paintings. But still I wish they were more intertwined with one another.]

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Dominique
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