Before I leave home each morning — after I’ve garnished my outfit with the right pocket square, lapel pin, pocket watch, etc. — I take a few steps back and face the mirror. I gaze similar to how I used to stare at those Magic Eye posters back in the 90’s. I think, ‘what is the most ridiculous thing that someone can say about me in this outfit?’ “I see a schooner!” It prepares me with a softness and sense of humor to what could have otherwise been a hard and vulnerable shell.
Category: Visual Activism
Posh and Circumstance: A Gucci Gucci Coup
“No, no, no. That’s not it! You have to cross and squat like this, and spread your knees a bit more.” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t do it quite right. My legs simply wouldn’t spread far enough. Megan suspects it is because I am a ‘proper lady.’ I more realistically suspicion my bad knees. We took a few more pictures.
Never Met a Stranger
To me, visual activism has been more about feeling and outward expression.
Gender Fender Bender
As a kid, I remember a formative incident. I was an awkward tomboy with long hair who frequently carried a purse whilst wearing a cowboy hat — always one to walk my own way. Around this time in my life, I recall sneaking into my parents bedroom. I decided to lay on their bed, take…
Dare to Dream!
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
Life is too short to be so serious
A beaver skull, an American flag, and a dandy in a bow tie walk into a bar…
Dapper Mindy: Visual Activist 