{"id":3314,"date":"2009-10-12T00:06:36","date_gmt":"2009-10-12T08:06:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=3314"},"modified":"2009-10-12T00:06:36","modified_gmt":"2009-10-12T08:06:36","slug":"fashion-vs-existential-horror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/fashion-vs-existential-horror\/","title":{"rendered":"Fashion vs Existential Horror"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n Tonight, I was laying on my bed like a beached whale after my day at the “hospital” and talking on the phone to my sister. She was telling me about the three t-shirts she bought today and while she was talking, my mind drifted to the thought: “I’m glad I don’t need a tracheotomy.”<\/p>\n What a funny place to be, after a lifetime of shopping! I know it won’t last forever. When everything returns to normal, I’ll probably resume the mindless pursuit of clothes, boots and jewelry with as much vigor as the next addict.<\/p>\n But for now, everything is skewed. Photos of street style are particularly difficult to take seriously. The trendier the outfit, the more I feel that the person should just kill them-self. See the girl above? What’s the point of her, you know? She was told to wear a peak-shouldered jacket and painful high heels, and she complied. So what?!<\/p>\n On the other hand, fashion is not without its power to amuse when times are hard. Even though I have no urge to buy anything, I can still appreciate this jumpsuit for sale by Mom of Shoes:<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n It is described as: \u00a0 Great 70’s lounge jumpsuit in bold houndstooth print. This is a very high quality piece, feels like wool.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Is she having a laugh or is she curating ironically ugly thriftstore crap? What does the word “great” mean in this context? I don’t get it, but it delivered another little frisson of perverse pleasure, and I use the word “frisson” because it goes so well with the jumpsuit.<\/p>\n Thoughts, complaints, etc?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tonight, I was laying on my bed like a beached whale after my day at the “hospital” and talking on the phone to my sister. She was telling me about the three t-shirts she bought today and while she was … Continue reading