Bravery never goes out of fashion.
— William Makepeace Thackeray
Seeping up from the bottom, and slowly saturating the above company, is a stylish viciousness that could manifest itself at any moment. This is also known as the trickle up trend, if you want to whip out some “fashionology.” Logically then, this stylish viciousness is to be taken seriously by the upper crust and ballooned into a bigger trend by their mass media dissemination. This is “edgy,” fashion world, this is “cool,” fashion world. PAY SOME FUCKING ATTENTION TO IT, FASHION WORLD.
Please, bedeck your front covers with V for Vendetta masks, have your celebrity peak out from it with a flirty smile if you have to, please make it hot to be rebellious. I want to see S & M, leather and chains editorials with an edge of anarchy, a spattering of activism, I want to see the visual doctoral dissertation on the meaning of “edge” you collectively publish each month (and progressively every waking hour) capture this new meaning of political “edge,” I want Anonymous actualized and apotheosized on the backs of the world’s best designers and a struggle acutely manifested and glamorized in couture fantasy. I want to see your stick thin girls in glossy pages roughed up with kohl eyeliner, leather jackets, photographed on location at Liberty Square, aggressively holding a sign. What a great editorial that would be! If my mailbox receives mini phone book glossies of coverage on the latest parties, porcelain doll-like girls dripping with mental vacancies the size of American debt promoting pretty baubles and extensive articles on the proper method of selecting a plastic surgeon, I will be sorely disappointed.
Our bodies, these flesh and blood machines, by their creaking, groaning, pounding and pulsing nature, are our method of experiencing the universe, and they are the only one we will ever have. Please make bodies that express the sentiments of Ocuppy Wall Street the new “It” thing.