Where would we be without him? The true embodiment of “Starman”- a hybrid of cosmology and a dealt hand of mortal-genius. This thin white duke, this glam-rock spider from Mars… He blurred gender binaries, or rather, demolished their confines entirely. Think of what he’s done for those who don’t fit the constructs of traditional gender roles- or who avidly deny them; how exhilarating it was to witness his fusion of masculine and feminine energy synthesize, and unfold under such a large spotlight. No one else wearing the crown of fame has been able to publicly strip down societal boundaries in such a necessary, charged way (especially during the time of his rise). And certainly never since. And certainly never again. Think of what he’s done for anyone estranged from formal thinking, strategy, or circumstance. He gave a stamp of “okay” to the hands of freaks in the gutters; better yet, he made them feel beautiful, worthy, and heard. When you listen to David Bowie, you are alarmingly individual- yet at the same time- connected to the fluid, wholeness of life. Glam rock meant exorbitant decadence but an acknowledgment of “otherness”. Junkies in tiaras. You bled to be gorgeous, and drowned in order to create an escape tunnel from the mundane. Oh, you pretty thing. He kissed punk rock ideology on the lips while simultaneously inhabiting the virtuosity of a true gentleman, hair slicked back and smoking slippers gliding on marble. What he’s done for other musicians and artists is uncanny; he’s graciously handed over his collection of colored chalk so that they may create their own poetical sidewalk pictures, winding down the roads ahead. His wild-hawk dance moves: sexual, unadulterated, primal, yet, finessed in an elegance of the finest-weaved linens. Where that grace comes from can only be the outer boroughs of galaxies unseen to the eye. The moonlight facing Great Britain glowed within his cheeks. His songwriting banded together skill, technology, innovation, and a baritone yearning. His lyricism challenged genres, acting as a trailblazer for metaphor; the language he contrived deeply immersed in emotive volcanic activity, humor, and political commentary. He brought avant-garde costuming into the mainstream, once again affirming that it is more important to be interesting than it is to be “pretty”. In terms of identity, each iconic conception he manifested was as if he was standing in the middle of a hall of mirrors- they were abstract, but very real reflections of this man, of all of us, really. The tricky thing about playing with the crafting of one’s identity is that often times, it can come across forced, non-organic, and gimmicky. But this pale, meticulous extraterrestrial fully inhabited each suit he stepped into, each makeup stroke, each platform heel, a living manifestation of theatrics. He personified the power behind A-R-T- and transformation made possible by performance (and therefore, spiritual empowerment). He was the glitter sprinkled on top of a drab institution. What’s more, he argued that one can be grand without being obnoxious and self-imploding. His hands held on to the flip-side of the coin, but he always turned it over. His vocal range was a mirror to milestones. A true rebel, rebel- years ahead- still, years ahead. Where would be without him?
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
fact old things,
the sensation of
being dirty in
body and mind
summer as a
time to do
nothing and make
no money. Prayer
as a last re-
as a means,
and then a
with no ends
in sight. I am
absolutely in opposition
to all kinds of
goals. I have
no desire to know
where this, anything
is getting me.
“Peanut Butter” // Eileen Myles
Waterfall by Melissa Broder
The most romantic thing a human being can say
to another human being is Let me help you vomit.
No human being has ever said this to me
& I keep going to god too clean as though god
is frightened of muddy feet. If I am missing
a hairpin I don’t go at all. Please describe
your vomiting; it is like a psalm for me
a place where wilderness might be new.
Other people’s dirt makes a lovely frock.
Grant I be forgiven in the gush.
I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! Things have been rough for all of us, but this day is a time to reflect on what we DO have- what makes our lives more whole.
I am grateful for my loving, intelligent, creative and talented friends, my supportive family, for living in the beautiful and dynamic city of Los Angeles, California, and my sweet pup Mortimer, most of all.
With all of the hardships and hatred that our world is experiencing right now, I can only hope that each of us does our part to bring joy and compassion to others. I am most thankful for compassion and understanding amongst each other.
As I’m really not a fan of Black Friday and the madness that ensues around it, I’m happy to announce a great online sale with one of my partners, Shopbop. You can stay home and still receive discounts on your favorite inspiring designs.
Here are a few of my favorite picks:
Friends and family: Only 24 hours left to take advantage of Shopbop’s awesome sale! I’ve basically turned into an emo teenager, longing and pining for some of these fabulous designs. I’m also definitely having a beige and draping moment- maybe replicating sand dunes metaphorically? I hope Los Angeles gets with it and realizes it’s October so I can bury myself under a cowl-neck sweater and take a bath in lavender tea, perhaps.
I’m posting some of my favorite fall looks available through the site below!
Mara Hoffman (I love this color palette)
3.1 Phillip Lim
Pick up some fall styles at a great price here: https://www.shopbop.com/ci/3/
So excited to announce the art auction + fundraiser event I am directing and curating based on #YESALLWOMEN. Proceeds from the artwork will benefit the East Los Angeles Women’s Center, an organization that aides survivors of sexual assault and domestic abuse. PLEASE donate to our Gofundme to make this project possible. Every little bit counts toward this important project of helping women and their families. Thank you so much, and I hope this is a cause you believe in as much as I do! (*collage by Jen May, flyer by Jessi Brattengeier)
Hi guys! I wanted to take a minute to blog about my new favorite t-shirt line Called Feminasty. Feminasty shirts are designed by the wonderful artist Aurora Lady in Los Angeles, and represent girl power, unity, feminism and empowerment. What could be better? Or cuter, for that matter.
“The “Girl Gang” concept is more than just four tee shirts. It’s about capturing lightning in a bottle — that feeling of elation and pure sonic fuckin’ joy when you know your own power and articulate your voice. It’s about seeking out and actively creating relationships with people who not only understand you, but encourage you. It’s about simultaneously celebrating the rich history and the flaws of feminism, and moving forward to repair, be aware, and keep on keepin’ on. When you receive your tee shirt, you’re not only getting a piece of clothing, you’re getting a piece of art. You’re getting a design that’s been 15 years in the making (as long as I’ve been a self-identified feminist!) and even longer as these ideas existed in the minds of those before me. These tees are meant to be conversation starters. They are meant to be homing devices so that you can find your own Girl Gang. Most of all, they are meant for you to do some wild and true living for yourself, however you choose to define that.” – Aurora Lady
This one is my personal favorite and the one that I purchased- the infamous “burning bra”. A great play on traditional feminist misconceptions, and owning the truth.
Photography by Jennifer Emerling
Buy a shirt/support the artist here/be a Feminasty HERE!