:-)
I have seen a pink cotton jacket combined with 'tartan' trousers of yellow and lime-green. Watching TV in Sweden is sometimes like entering the world of a music video for Buck's Fizz on prozac. Degendered hallucinogenic pastels. You can't be me, I'm taken
so many germans wearing beige polyester, the british proclivity for muddy (i don't exist) or overbright, ( i'm lurid, so i must exist) being prime examples.
by not seeing how nature combines raw, sunlit, extreme colours daily, one's eyes become attuned to the bland, and the lurches to compensate achieve the level of truly grotesque.
africans love to combine madly, patterns and colours cheerfully colliding in merry lowbrow chaos, but there's a loose coherence, same as their musics' polyrhythms.
india already more formalised, refined...
small rainy islands like japan and england have the most rigid dress codes...weird!
riddle me that ;) ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
While dress codes in Japan may be strict, historically, Japanese woven textiles are the most striking beautiful on the planet, imo.
And let us not forget that the wonderful classic Hawaiian shirt was originally made from cottons imported to the islands from Japan. You can't be me, I'm taken
Japanese woven textiles are the most striking beautiful on the planet, imo.
ever felt tibetan silk? i thought the original hawaaian shirts were in (sustainable!) rayon, from tree fibres, iirc. and yes they were/are wonderfully classic. i used to comb the sally ally shops on the big island in the 70's/80's and found some beauties, which have lasted amazingly, some of extremely fine cotton, which probably did come from japan. those blue and white japanese bathrobes are made of similarly soft, fine cotton too.
egyptian cotton is very highly rated, i had a shirt of it once and it was special... ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
The Jokapoika shirt (in grey or black) is de rigeur for Leftish Finnish intellectuals and patriotic architects.
In the early days the textiles were hand screen-printed, cut and sewn in Finland from imported Egyptian cotton. You can't be me, I'm taken
At least, in the explanation of it, one could perhaps proselytize some waverers. And it would suit the limeys too.
Imagine an ET meet in Paris, with Our Dear Kermit. You can't be me, I'm taken
Hi-class.
There is only one single question: does the method of getting attention in any way dilute the message to which attention is being drawn, when compared to inattention?
In the advanced media 'game' there are typically 3 vectors that have to coincide: 1) the message is difficult, but useful (beneficial if understood). 2) The testimonials of supporters must be clear cut, and 3) It would be fun to join.
Number 3 is vital, although fun can be understood in many different ways - of which the most important is "if I join in, will I be happier at some point in the future".
Facts are not enough - though they help ;-) You can't be me, I'm taken
is there rehab for that? so bad it's great dept... that green...rancidly present, like having unripe grapefruit peel rubbed into your eyeballs!
ow ow ow make it stop
must go out and watch a sunset after that, staggers away blinded and streaming lymph from every orifice... ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
As you are well aware first impressions are very difficult to change and, concurrently, establish the basis of future interactions and the psychological assessment of how "serious" a person is. How one dresses is the single most important social signal.
Proper attire
would, I think, go some way to establishing Eurotrib's bona fides to the Serious People™.
I think that would be entirely appropriate.
What Pekka did not understand is that Lordi existed only the interstices between audience, media, patriotism and national self-consciousness, and that upsetting THAT fragile ecosystem was doomed to failure. You can't be me, I'm taken
The only question is: can fashion paradigm shifts precipitate? You can't be me, I'm taken
as the old adage noted, "Red sky at morning, tailors take warning."
