Last night I had the opportunity to see a screening of She Said Boom – a documentary about the Canadian all girl band Fifth Column. These girls are everything I stand for and am inspired by: collaboration, feminist ethics, fighting the system, living for what you’re passionate about with little concern for money. Their story inspired so many others and lead to what became the Riot Grrl movement in the 90′s. They were also intensely interested in filmmaking and created lots of experimental work with Bruce LaBruce. GB Jones is a total icon, that thick red wavy hair and perfect vamptress aesthetic. It was a great film and if you have the chance to see it in your city, you must!
Hello, London! Some of my photographs will be shown alongside some other awesome, talented ladies on behalf of The Chapess Zine at Doomed Gallery on Saturday 13th December. Hope all you London lovelies can make it! Support female artists coming together to say something and create a space of progress.
Each issue showcases the work of women of all ages from around the world, employing an open submission policy, underlining the need for opportunities for female artists to show their work, particularly those who have not taken a route of education or training which had otherwise encouraged them to do so.
So far this year I have published the work of around 60 female artists and writers and led workshops, lectures and educational sessions exploring creativity and feminist activism at a grassroots level. The exhibition at Doomed is starting to feel like the show i’ve been curating in my head since i was a teenager, as finally I’m in the position to be surrounded by incredible, creative women staying true to themselves, making work, having a laugh + supporting one another. - Cherry Styles
Because I’m making my way to elderly pastures, I value things like comfort more than I did when I was nineteen. I don’t think I can bring myself to walk around in stilettos anymore; my logic radar goes off and decides against it.
While preparing for my New York trip, I was keeping in my mind that I’d be on foot for most of the time, wandering the rainy concrete. I’m pretty much a Clarks/TOMS advocate these days. They make comfortable shoes that are stylish in a way that I appreciate. These are some of my favorite styles right now!
Walter Van Beirendonck is one of those designers that really leans more into the fine art category. His presence during Paris Fashion Week is always a knockout, and always screaming in its own unique voice.
His Spring Summer 2015 collection is entitled ‘Whambam’ and was inspired by the lack of privacy we are having in this fast-moving world. It was all about the contrast between a dark world and paradise. The prints in this collection referred to two entirely different worlds. “I got the idea by thinking of lost paradise and desert painting. It’s what they used during the war to mislead enemies.” This misleading aspect was not only present in the printed items, but also in the headpieces designed by Jacques Blankwater, pointing towards the cameras. - Now Fashion
My girls from the band Puro Instinct just released a new pop single called “6 of Swords” which is just so good it makes me turn into some kind of element probably found on the outer layers of Venus. CHECK IT OUT
So proud of their magick. If you like dream-pop, dirty roller skates, esoteric travels, and the light that bounces off amethyst, this just may be for you!
Amanda Charchian’s Website HERE
In wake of the travesties that have unravelled in Ferguson, I wanted to make a post with photos I took during my time spent in Missouri (no photoshop, just cross-processed film). I went to St. Louis for a close friend’s wedding; it was my first time there, or anywhere in the real midwest. I grew up in New York and South Florida (near the Miami area), and spent my adult life in New York City and Los Angeles- all of these places are integrated and diverse. As we drove through the city, examining the famous arch, the Budweiser ponies, the parks and religious structures, I was under the influence of a strange realization: Everyone was white. Of course, St Louis is not a whites-only metropolis, it’s a major US city with a large black community. But where were they? The heaps of McMansions and upper-middle class neighborhoods were sprinkled with blonde, almost translucent WASPS in chain mall clothing.
The day after my friends’ beautiful wedding, her sister offered to show me more of the city they lived in. I looked forward to exploring the abandoned buildings, the historical monuments, and the real grit that permeated the towns; I was bored of Mr. Whitey’s Playground. During the first portion of cruising, I was shown sprawling, luxurious properties with deluxe landscaping. “Can we maybe go see some of the more industrial areas? Or some of the rougher neighborhoods? Less rich people?” I asked. My friends sister shot a look of disbelief my way. “Really? You want to go to the bad parts of town?” “Yeah, I’ve seen enough of these posh houses.” “Well, okay!” she said hesitantly. We wound around the roads and passed abandoned beauty shops, churches, and old commercial buildings. We started into a neighborhood where black families were sitting outside on front stoops or by the driveways. I could see the look of surprise, but pleasant surprise, on their faces as we we entered their territory. With my window down, I said hello. “So many people get shot around here. I can’t believe you wanted to come here,” my friend’s sister shook her head. The neighborhood was, as you may have guessed, entirely POC. With a similar look of uncertainty that my friend had given me, the families welcomed us to “their side of town”. Never in my thirty years have I witnessed straight up segregation. This was not the America I knew, but it was alarmingly clear that this is an America that still very much exists. In comparison to districts I’ve been to in Miami or The Bronx or Harlem or Brooklyn, I have to say, these parts felt incredibly mild in terms of safety precaution. I mean, it was broad daylight and it was literally families and neighbors hanging out together. I exchanged smiles. I “awwed” the children. I admired the charming architecture. I ran out of the car on numerous occasions to get the photo I wanted: I can tell you it was a far more interesting experience than that of comparing luxury properties. When we wrapped up our tour, my friend’s sister turned on the ignition and said, “I couldn’t pay my friends to step foot here.” I thought to myself, “WHAT YEAR IS THIS?”
I’m grateful for growing up in intersectional communities. I never really had to give the idea of white vs. black a second thought. My next door neighbors were a black family- our community was theirs. But stepping out onto the bigoted lawns of Middle America, where races are so graphically separate, it really jarred me. The events of Ferguson unfortunately made complete sense to me: I have been taught to be more surprised by justice than injustice.
You can donate to the Ferguson Library HERE