Translating abstraction through a concrete representation.

Julius SS 14

Or how garments relate to an important part of our anima

It should have a specific particularity that appeals to a well-hidden and yet unnamed sensibility that is located in the deepest realms of myself. Should not be too quiet, not too loud, yet be both simultaneously. Should allow and support an expression of myself that I would not be able to articulate without it, yet it is not the garment that is supposed to wear myself, we have to go together, in synergy, or else I would end up submitted, when instead all the rules of this game should shout only freedom. It is all about us in front of Ourselves, and we are the “I” we create for ourselves.  No boundaries, no limits. 

As Wittgenstein wisely argues, if one surrounds an area with a fence or a line – or, in this situation, dedicatedly frames a style for himself – the purpose might be that of preventing someone from getting in [ or out 🙂 ] but it might also be a part of the game in which only the players that are able to see those signs are allowed to jump over the boundary, cross the intricate corridors of this intentional maze and get closer to its center. We are our decisions, and what one chooses to wear is a big part of that, as garments act as a transitional medium, a bridge, a passage from the inner self to the outer self, revealing to the world hints of our concealed persona.

It is the same thing when you listen to a piece of music that makes you vibrate at the same level, even with your most insignificant part of your body, so strong that you could almost visualize the equivocal path of your blood moving through your veins from head to toes.

It is the same thing when you see an art piece that is so strong, and in that moment, for you, it embodies the conscience of the whole universe and it carries you along with it, makes you become not only a part of the whole but the whole itself.

And that is what happens with the right clothing, for some of us. The garments we choose to wear – and that we dream of wearing – are part of a “self” puzzle. Your “in” exists only in relation to your “out”, we cannot conceive our existence without its given context as everything is a matter of form.

Living our imagination throughout the daily act of getting dressed is part of our post-modern poesy.


photography / Adam Katz Sinding
words / Anca Macavei

published in Nasty Magazine, The Concrete Issue.