I remember when the first iteration of the Internet became semi available for me. I lived in Warsaw, Poland at the time, the time being around 1995 and in the middle of that post-communist town an internet café opened that looked, felt, smelled kind of like it was straight out of Lawnmower Man meets too many good chemical drugs of the earl 90s. As nutty as it may sound today, us youths used to meet there on weekend nights to get fucked up, sit on suspended benches and log onto AOL chat rooms to freely communicate with random strangers to eventually get banned for “inappropriate” behaviour. That kind of was the internet back then and it was hilarious, essentially pointless and after a few months no one really gave a shit about it. Apart from a few clued up teachers I had who quickly realized the utopian potential behind the internet – free, democratic and omnipresent access to information without end.
Don’t worry this isn’t another mad old dude getting pissed about the resurgence of “the 90s” in fashion or streetwear or sportswear. I could get all mad about it, but I’ll leave that to the fraudulently propped up “OG’s” who weren’t there in the first place and their guest talks on their industries respective Jerry Springer shows.
I won’t get into the many misconceptions of Anarchy in here, you’ll have to read my PhD for that when it is done, but here is a little word play for you and it’s brief logical conclusion for you that I would very much like for you to take into your day and give some thought to.
I have always considered myself to be a lefty from my early teenage years onwards, being a skinhead just didn’t feel right. I wish I could tell you a story with some depth as to my early years but truthfully, there isn’t one. Fact is, back then, you chose, either skinhead or lefty. I went the other way, most likely because of some girl, a friend, the music, the parties, seriously, I really don’t remember.
Part of what I am writing about is deeply rooted in historicism, i.e. looking back and micro-analyzing decisions to then see if they form part of a larger pattern to then explain why shit happened they way it did – or also known as history. Now, I realize that complex structures, and as far I am concerned everything around us is so complex that most people including myself on bad days, are almost willing to sell their soul for simple answers. Fact is, there aren’t any and by Newton, I know how much that sucks or in academic speak, yes it is troubling and in itself the first step to the dark si.. argh, yes I watch Star Wars over the weekend.
I have come to a serious problem in my philosophical construct on this wide and wild road of my PhD studies. It is such a head fuck, to be frank that over the past week or so I feel that Nietzsches Abyss is a nothing but a children’s toy that no longer scares me.
This is one of the harder topics to think and write about of late. My initial feeling was to blast out a bunch of uncollected thoughts purely resulting from my utter shock at the scale of the abuse that I was clearly oblivious to, shamefully. I’ve fought the urge to write anything about for the past 2 days as my thoughts on the subject at hand have been too conflicting, even overwhelming. Admittedly, I was and still am somewhat scared of even writing about the subject – can I as a man even talk about the subject of male sexual abuse? If I do, how do I even broach the subject without it being yet another unnecessary male version of a problem that I was shamefully unaware of? In typical fashion I’ve decided to just blow it off any just go for it. Words are important and meaningful, so here are mine.
Originality in Fashion, in the broadest terms, is dead and has been dead for longer than I can remember. Nothing ground breaking in that statement and yet I have retained my interest in the next generation of kids with their adamant fascination in fashion and their pseudo religious fever when it comes to their regurgitated proclamation of originality.
Thanks to copious amounts of Vietnamese Coffee this will be short and to the point, furthermore, this is specifically for us people that create for a living. Withdrawing one’s self creates clarity in intent and the subsequent creative output.