I’m still trying to absorb it. It felt so odd, intrusive, illusionary to see this (beautiful, though wrongly and overly beautified in many ways) image of these people — I’ve spent so many hours considering them, thinking of them, imagining, evoking.
If we are truly committed to sustainability, it needs to be accessible for all, or else fast fashion will retain its hold on those of us who don’t fit slow fashion’s desired consumer template.
The collection begins now, a digging / the excavation of her pomegranate hips.
There’s no doubt that rejection is painful. We can all recall the desolation of unrequited love, but why are we so accepting of men who refuse to accept that the end is really the end?
When it comes to human issues, I dislike statistics. They can easily be manipulated to support a particular bias. Facts can be entirely invented and published online as truth. This is why stories are so important. Girl, Woman, Other does this in a way that isn’t boring or biased. The book’s eclectic characters are fleshed out, flawed, sometimes brutal, always independent.