In Print #002

The much-anticipated sequel to In Print #1! This edition will be covering more advertisments from Gourmet Magazine, focusing on luxury cars.

It’s my dirty girl-sekrit (one of many) that the contours, resonance, speed, and verve of a car just turns me the fuck on. I watch Top Gear by myself for “personal reasons”.  So when I came across these beautiful spreads, my body temperature definitely rose a few degrees.

They’re no Lamborghini or Ferrari or Koenigsegg, but these early-80s vehicles are hot in a way that we don’t see much anymore.  They’ve got character.  They’re not all jellybeans and spacecapsules.  They’re not afraid to have hardlines or artdeco curves.  They’re artful.

And just look at the different tactics in the marketing itself.  So much text! We hardly ever see anything like this anymore because our collective attention span as consumers is so short and our expectations so high.  This much copy wouldn’t survive today’s campaigns. [[If you can find any examples, please, link me up!]]

Do you think that modern vehicles have lost some of their character?  What do you think about old versus new car ads?  Could we go back to loads of blackandwhite text space?

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Edited: August 31st, 2009

The Dreaded C-Word

Disclaimer: This post makes significant use of a word that is considered inappropriate and definitely not safe for work.  So, in the interest of preserving your jobs, I’ll make use of a jump.  You can’t go plastering pictures of girl-junk and such all over your cubicle, guys.  [But if you have a job where that's okay, that's awesome (and where can I get an application?)!] (more…)

Edited: August 28th, 2009

Jackqueline Hope is Big, Bold and Beautiful

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There’s something great about reading a memoir, particularly a story as inspirational as this one. The insight satisfies the voyeur in me. I can’t help it; I’m nosy.

Jackqueline Hope married young, at a size 12, and through a traumatic and abusive relationship (including motherhood), rose to over 300lbs in a few short years.  She was told by family, friends, and even strangers that she would “be so pretty” if only she’d lose weight. Against her better judgement, she succumbed to that pressure and yo-yo dieted for years, just to make other people happy.

But one day she realized, in a sudden epiphany, that she didn’t have to live up to anyone else’s standards.  She left her husband, became Canada’s first plus-sized model, opened her own business (Big, Bold and Beautiful), started a fashion line (Jackie Jackie), founded a modeling agency (Plus Figure Models), and inspired scores of other women to shut out society’s negative messages and embrace themselves.  She continued to improve her self-esteem while traveling along the racks from sizes 12-28, never returning to her former days of bending to others’ expectations.  Hope embraces fitness and a healthy mentality about food, as well as tackles the stereotypes and cruelties of the fashion world.  She believes that every woman deserves to feel lovable, sexy, and beautiful, no matter what her shape or size.

What’s intriguing and wonderful about Hope’s story is that, despite feeling the pressure and enduring the pain of feeling like she deserved the weight-based abuse, Hope never understood why other people didn’t think she was beautiful, no matter her size.  She had been looking in the mirror and liking what she saw; she knew for a fact that she was beautiful.  Unlike so many of us, she managed to avoid internalizing the media messages and the current beauty myth – rather than thinking I’m ugly, she thought If other people want me to be thin, I’ll try to do that for them. But I’m beautiful already.  While that isn’t particularly healthy either, it’s a perspective that we don’t often hear about in size-talk.

Here are a few snippets from the book to lure you in:

“I wasn’t going to hate [my body]  just because it didn’t fit into a wedding dress, nor was I going to hate it because others were finding it unattractive.”

“As long as I am healthy and active, who cares if I never make the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated?  I admire the woman who feels free to dance naked in the garden no matter what her size.”

“How conceited could I be to think that if would be my fault that someone was being rude and cruel [about my body]?  Instead, I began to think, ‘Wow, do they have a big problem.  I’m wonderful.  Why are they speaking that way?  Staring like that?’”

“I inflicted pain on myself to make someone else happy, when all along my body wasn’t the problem.”

“Life is not something to be put on hold.  Beauty does not stop at a size 14.”

Hope’s conversational writing style is perfect for this kind of story.  It’s deeply personal and unashamed, speaking to the reader honestly.  Although I’m on the cusp between “normal” and “plus-sized”, I found myself identifying with and rooting for Hope in her struggles.  It’s a short read (only 190 pages) and shouldn’t be missed.

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Take-home message: No matter what size or shape you are, no one has the right to tell you that you’re not good enough. You should always be free to feel beautiful.

Source: Hope, Jackqueline. Big, Bold and Beautiful: Living Large on a Small Planet. Toronto: Macmillan Canada, 1996.

In the Press:

Interested in being a plus-size model?:

Do you feel like you’ve internalized the beauty myth, or have you managed, like Hope, to keep it separate from your inner monologue?  Have ever considered modelling and rejected the idea?  Why?

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Edited: August 19th, 2009

She’s Got the Look

Sorry there’s no pretty pictures in this article, dear readers; it’s not that kind of post. But I hope you’ll read on anyway, I desperately want to hear what folks think about this sensitive and outrageous topic.

Today in the UK, Riam Dean won her case against Abercrombie and Fitch in a lawsuit accusing the hugely popular clothing brand of “disability discrimination” for an incident that landed the former employee in the stockroom, made her question her self-worth, and ultimately led to her grudging resignation after only five shifts. Dean is missing part of her left arm (to the elbow) and was informed by a manager that she was in violation of the company’s “look policy”, as outlined in the employee handbook, when she wore a sweater to cover the join of elbow and prosthesis, and was no longer allowed to work the sales floor. A tribunal awarded Dean ₤9000 for pain and suffering, as well as for lost wages, but not for actual “disability discrimination”. (“Disabled Student Wins Employment”)

So, two things:
1. The tribunal’s ruling
2. The look policy itself

Dean didn’t get the justice she originally sued for. She just got money. And while cash is great, it’s not the blow for that should have been struck in this case. We’re a highly litigious society anyway, but this should have been a clear-cut case of discrimination (particularly in light of at least a dozen other cases of A&F being sued by employees for prejudice of various sorts) that was resolved under the guise of fairness.

In the United States, it is illegal to refuse someone a job on the basis of their race, gender, weight, sexuality, disability, or religion. I’m not sure about the UK’s actual laws, but I cannot imagine that they legally allow active discrimination either [[I found this, if it applies.]]. So, when Dean applied for the job and met all other qualifications, she got the position. But once inside the doors, employers can and do exercise all kinds of methods to hide the “undesirables” they’ve been required to hire.

What the fuck kind of shit is that?

And that brings me to the second point: the look policy itself. Manymanymany companies, particularly retail fashion companies, have codes of both conduct and dress, so there’s nothing surprising in that that have a policy. It’s what the policy itself states, as reported at Telegraph:

Abercrombie & Fitch’s ‘look’ rules detailed:

  • Staff must “look great” while still exhibiting “individuality”.
  • Women’s fingernails must be no more than a quarter of an inch beyond the tip of the finger.
  • Beards, moustaches or other facial hair are banned except for religious reasons.
  • Clothing should always be “classic American style” while only “clean, natural” hairstyles are acceptable.
  • Women should only wear foundation, base or blush if it “matches” their natural skin tone.
  • Eyebrow pencil, eye liner, lipstick and eye shadow are also only allowed in “natural” shades.
  • Store managers will define “appropriate” colours for toenail polish.
  • Women’s earrings “should not be longer than a dime and should not dangle”.
  • Other piercings are forbidden and men must never wear earrings.
  • Although the store sells caps they are “too informal for the image we project” for staff. (“Abercrombie and Fitch “Look Policy”)

That’s only part of it. Click the tag at the end of the list for other items in the policy.

Some of these points are understandable and carried out in other chains across the globe; others make you go “what?” and make weird faces in confusion. While having a dress code is a fabulous idea for most clothing and beauty retailers, the extent of A&F’s is dangerously close to crossing the boundary between sanity and insanity helpful and harmful.

Dean’s case should have cracked this shit wide open. As it stands, she’s a little richer, A&F are getting some bad press, and things are just going to go right back to normal. But maybe not. Maybe there’s something good that can come from this. As Mark Borkowski put it, “When people are confronted daily with pictures of heroic soldiers returning from Afghanistan with missing limbs, people will look at this case and think that Abercrombie & Fitch is incredibly shallow” (qtd in “Disabled Student Wins Employment”). With any luck, this could be the case that pushes the right buttons to get this company to loosen its grip.

Until this shit stops, don’t shop with them. They’ve got shitty business practices and shittier personal codes. Don’t even buy it at the thrift store. Even if they’re not getting money from that sale, you still know what they do and your karma pays that toll for you automatically. Don’t support people who think that anyone who doesn’t (even loosely) embody the physical Aryan ideal will hurt their sales (and challenge their own worth).

Edited: August 14th, 2009

Absolute Beginners

Everything about it speaks to me – the composition, the clothing, the expressions, the contrast, the pose, the colour – and turns me into a little puddle of goo. David Bowie, 62, and Iman, 54, have been married for over 10 years and have two children, but you’d think they were twentysomething newlyweds from looking at this photo.

The vulnerability and intimacy of the moment is striking. Bowie kneels, hat clasped earnestly to his chest like an old-school gentleman courting his lover, poised to recieve a kiss. Iman bends and leans in, avoiding the easy hovering or towering position that would imply superiority in the relationship. They stand at different levels but are clearly equals. A flowing, ruffled gown in contrast to a whiteshirtanddarkjeans look fills up the frame with a statement about complexity and simplicity, the balance of which must surely be a concern in their lives (in all our lives, really), but that is completely forgotten in this one perfect moment. And a slight rosy tinge to the image rounds it all out, giving the entire scene a stolen, intimate, and warmfuzzy feeling.

It all reminds me so much of “Absolute Beginners” in its honesty and just general “d’awww”-ness. [The song also happens to be one I put on a mixtape for my now-husband. Yes, I'm a dork.]

Absolute Beginners
I’ve nothing much to offer
There’s nothing much to take
I’m an absolute beginner
And I’m absolutely sane

As long as we’re together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners

With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

Chorus:
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can’t shake
Oh, we’re absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake

As long as you’re still smiling
There’s nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we’re absolute beginners

But if my love is your love
We’re certain to succeed

Chorus:
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could sail over heartaches
Just like the films
There’s no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It’s absolutely true

How does this picture strike you? Does it make you d’aww, too, or is it just another magazine pic?

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Edited: August 12th, 2009

Hey Hey Whatcha Say? Kate Sloan at the Riverdale Perk

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Images courtesy of Kate Sloan

Kate Sloan is in love. That wonderful, dizzying, terrible, intoxicating, confusing, beautiful, horrible kind of love that shifts and mutates and evolves all the time. She’s in love with the girl in her English class, the older guy treading the boards, the boy she can’t have, you, me, and everyone else. And between every buzzing moment of infatuation, it’s all she can do to pour her heart into a breathy song that manages to be touching and observant and nostalgic (for us older folks) and funny and endearing all at the same time.

She’s awesome.

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I had the privilege to see Kate perform this weekend at a small show at the Riverdale Perk, a cozy cafe tucked away just behind Danforth in Toronto. I always have a hard time relaying stories of concerts because they’re so experiential, so dependent on actually being there. I’m not quite so accomplished a writer (yet) to make you really think you were there. But I can tell you just how wonderful a time I had and how moving it was for me.

I’d watched more than my fair share of Kate’s homemade videos and live footage from her channel at Youtube, so I felt I was prepared for the show. But while I was familiar with a lot of the songs, I was caught off-guard by the open feeling of the performance. Kate’s work is deeply personal, bubbling up from sensitive high school senior, but unlike most people exhibiting moments that are admittedly “not [their] finest hour”, she’s unashamed. You can feel the sincerity radiating from her (although it may have been her fever; Kate was still fighting off a nasty flu at the show) and it encloses the audience, draws them in, and makes them a part of her experience. So many people “know” what high school relationships were like and therefore would be apt to dismiss this 17 year old’s lyrics. And that would be a mistake. As we sat sipping our coffee (or chai lattes, in my case), Kate escorted us through a whirlwind of longing, lust, and loneliness that the 15-60s crowd all tapped along with songs so cleverly crafted that the listener is transported back to a rosy memory of their own loves, past, present, and future. While she covered a few other artists’ work – John Legend, Fleet Foxes, and The Weepies – the focus was clearly on her own songs, her own expression of the deeply-felt emotions that we inexplicably forget once we pass into our twenties.

I feel like I’m making a big deal about Kate’s age, but it’s not intended as a slight. It was truly wonderful to hear her sing about feelings I thought were long past for me, and in a way that carried no hint of being jaded or forced. It’s rare to come across someone in the indie music world anymore that doesn’t come off as trying too hard. Kate constructs each of her songs with an openess of heart and spirit that is impossible to miss when you’re listening.

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But, like Levar Burton said on Reading Rainbow, don’t take my word for it…

Quick Breakdown

And you can have some Kate of your very own! She sells both a DVD of a live performance ($12!) and a brand-spanking new CD with 21 tracks ($10!) over at Etsy and MP3 downloads at Boost Independent Music. You can also check out her Youtube channel, listen on Last.fm, become a fan on Facebook, and stalk her on Twitter!

So what are you waiting for? Get in touch with being love all over again. Warm fuzzies and heartachingly beautiful melodies are just waiting for you to find them!

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Edited: August 10th, 2009

The Greatest Generation

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A friend told me that one of the last WWI survivors passed away recently. At first, I was rather indifferent. But as we talked, I could feel the stirring of anger in my belly. Not at the death itself (the man was over 100 years old and it’s a natural process), but at myself for being indifferent at all. I thought, “Wait. This really is the death of a generation; the generation that paved the way for everything we now hold dear as Americans, as the West. What the fuck is wrong with me?” I was struck by my innate reaction to what amounts to the passing away of a way of life.

CUT: [[I wrote a huge, long, involved post about this, but it started turning into more of a rant on a book scale than something for casual public consumption. As such, I took the emotions and ideas I was trying to convey and converted it into something more raw and yet more polished, more nonsensical yet more clear, more abstract yet more direct. Enjoy.]]

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Take responsibility
Be proud of your homeland
Work hard
Live simply
Love loyally
Sacrifice

The lessons of our grandparents and great-grandparents
Faint whispers in our bloodstream
The foundation of our proud cultures
Gauzy old pictures tossed aside
The Greatest Generation silently slips away
All they’ve taught us lost to history books

Think outside the box
Fluid interconnections
Question authority
Live for you
Attainment

The lessons of my generation, your generation
Flooding our screens in pixelwaves
The future of the West, key to its survival
Teeming with more ideas than we can stand
Generation Y bursts the edges of the canvas
And forges into shining tomorrow

We forget.
We revise.
We invent.
We dismiss.

We’re wrong.

We’re overlooking values that our greats and grands stood for
What made us all great and grand
Their circumstances were not unique; we’re fighting a war today
What made them special was their stance
The ethics of a strong man, strong woman, strong nation
Don’t try to change the winds of change
It’s asking for windburn in uncomfortable places
But what if maybe, just maybe
The ideals of the past and ideals of the present
Could hybrid and form the ideals of the future

Work hard at coming up with enterprising soutions
Be a knowledgeable and active patriot
Make tons of friends but love the one you’re with
Humbly accept praise but don’t demand it
Love your life and the lives of others

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As I sit here writing, I’m having trouble choking down what’s welling up just thinking about how disconnected we are from what most people would agree are infallible pillars of the American ideal. There’s a solider sitting across from me, on his way home from The Sandbox, smiling and talking to a stranger, and I can’t help but wonder what his grandchildren will think of his generation, of my generation. What mark will we leave on the world? Will we be great, or, like the men and women of the World Wars, will we, and our contributions to the world culture, be forgotten?

Suggested Reading
7 Lessons in Manliness From the Greatest Generation
Instilling the Values of America’s Greatest Generation in the Youth of Today
What Generation Y Really Wants
Generation Y: They’ve Arrived at Work with a New Attitude

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Edited: August 7th, 2009

Ringpop Love

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Confession time: I don’t have a sweet tooth. I have a sweet jaw. Every tooth in my head cries out for delicious candy all the freaking time. I do what I can to ignore it, but sometimes…you just have to give in. Nowadays I’m trying to channel my subversive need for all things sugary into other, more constructive, avenues.

Image courtesy of davidfcknlopan

Ringpops are a blast from my early-90s childhood and are the perfect inspiration for summertime. Look at all those jeweltones and eye-popping shapes! Tell me those things aren’t meant for translation into fashion! I took a spin over to Polyvore and whipped up a couple of sets in a fury of sugar-fueled frenzy for your eyecandy enjoyment.

Also, if you know where to find these Peep-pops, pleasepleaseplease tell me! I’ll love you forever. They’re another one of my cutsie obsessions. [There may or may not be an awesome post about Peeps come next Easter. Stay tuned...]

Image courtesy of kodamakitty

What candy inspires you? Is there any other food that you think can be translated effectively into clothing expression?

xxxooo,

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Edited: August 3rd, 2009