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  Spar Witch The grocery store marked the end of Dublin’s one block Chinatown. It served as both a late night place to buy drinks and imported snacks and as a playground for the kids living in the estate building complex flanked its side completely.  I only went there to buy cereal, milk and digestives when I couldn’t get it from the supermarket on my way home. Each time I would walk out scowling at the prices I had just indulged. Oddly, I feel sentimental about the place. Thinking about it now it feels like one of those standard dreams turned real, where the most bizarre things happen in the most mundane settings. One night when we were hastily packing our tiny carry-ons for a flight to London, I was craving a digestive so I suggested we take a quick dessert break and go to the grocery store to get something. My apartment at the time felt more like a prison than a room, it was a subterranean lair at best. On an average day in Dublin the greyness of the sky and hence the p...

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  If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? @benthenpc A person can never truly leave their childhood behind. Gentle friend or grief stricken wound, it accompanies our whole life, often trying to pursue us, usually catching up with us. This path begins on the steep ascent of adolescence and the formation of the adult whereby the person becomes belonging to a group, a community, a place by adopting the right codes, image and uniforms which manifests itself with a desperate eagerness to the ego. Ben Shelley’s debut fashion collection was necromancy at work. Childhood imagination – strangled dead from this codified, mundane and despairing task of appropriating (dressing) ourselves – was revived. The collection consisted of a series of neo-soft toys brought to life in the form of trousers, jackets, shirts and various accessories. Models wore plush headwear and each carried a soft toy while walking, which either characterised or complimented the ...

  https://250ko.online @cursed_juliet https://lenahager.com @lukelukeluke1393 @luna.cdv @paul.ac58 @evida__ @ambrosiaprojects__ ambrosiaprojects.com @acedie58 http://acedie58.fr Revolution doesn't exist. I don't say this lightly, as someone who has spent many thoughts over the ways in which my life and my affect might influence revolution in some form or another. To reiterate, revolution is illusionary. It's boring. It's a fallacy bred into us like any myth of old, inspiring verve into minds dedicated to a way of being that authenticates their Being. Everything that has happened and will happen is revolution in a sense. Even those people one knows and considers to be exceptionally talented (insofar as you are even slightly envious of them), whom I posit are potentially closest to revolution in their nature, know it's bleakness. It is like a relief eroded from the breath of time; its bleached surface translates an attitude brokenly. However, the pursuit of it I do no...

  Who wears hoodies? Everybody; “Any body who has style, anyone venturing into the wind or rain, anyone not utterly resistant to the world’s most functional, practical and ubiquitous piece of dress from the last century wears hoodies [ emphasis added ].” By virtue of the garment’s inherent qualities and the physical experience of wearing a hoodie, I intend to reveal that the hoodie is closely associated with the notion that dress is the boundary between the internal self and the external other. By understanding that boundary I argue that Hoodies intensify the enigmatic character of clothes as structures that have the simultaneous ability to hide and disclose the body. Instead of focusing on the political aspects of the hoodie which are already well covered in the literature, I understand the hoodie significantly through phenomenology to offer an account of how the personal becomes political in an unnecessary way. With many hoodies to choose to analyse, none could be more iconic...