Clothes are so ubiquitous it’s easy to take them for granted: fripperies, feathers and function. Except they unconsciously say so much – they are our inner identities reflected back to the world. Those moments when you have nothing to wear? It’s really because there’s nothing to express who you want to be that day.
But what if the freedom we believe in is really a myth? What if society has conditioned our thinking so much we no longer notice the rules, the divisions and the assumptions they lead to?
And there are many of them: Blue for a boy, pink for a girl, pretty dresses for girls that look sweet but don’t take into consideration climbing trees and protection against skinned knees, trousers for boys that metaphorically take on another meaning, T-bars for primary school girls, running shoes for boys, Pedestal high heels for women: the literal presentation of an object of desire: Look sexy, feel sexy they shout. Taxi shoes! We laugh, the truth covered by humour, falling for the fantasy rather than admit they’re restrictive, tortuous and totally lacking function.
What about sizing? It’s another hidden form of segregation: There’s the designer labels who don’t make anything above a size 14 – what’s the message they’re giving? That only the rich are perfect? Or that designers only want to hang their clothes on hangers, not real bodies, real people? But we still let them, maybe one day hoping that person will be us, another part of our insidious cultural brainwashing. What about the clothes store that allegedly offer larger sizes except they never have any in stock? Is it because they can’t understand why someone with that body would want to wear it? Is that really their choice to make? When what’s available for one body isn’t available for another it’s limitation, restriction, and control.
Gender is another straitjacket demanding clothing conformity, every store with racks of clothes marked out for one type of person only, the changing rooms following suit. Who has decided these divisions?
Certainly not Phluid. Phluid is the first gender neutral store that’s just opened in New York as a place without judgement or fear where it’s the clothes that do the talking, not our mental labels. Phluid says we have the ability to imagine a world without ‘because we do’ traditions and outdated rituals that don’t work. They say it’s up to us to open our eyes and fix it: Acceptance, balance, integrity, intention are so much more appealing.
(All pics Phluid)
Personally, it’s such a relief to see a store that celebrates what makes us different whilst cherishing what makes us the same: We think choice is freedom, but it only is if that choice is available to everyone.
Laters, Kate x
There is nothing worse than saying someone is likeable, but not enough to care. It’s what I though when I first saw duck boots – practical, but not for the streets of London. Now I’ve changed my mind.
It’s an ugly name but surprisingly apt and they’ve been sneaking into peripheral vision for a while: Instagram pictures from NY, at the airport, on the slopes..even in an episode of Fortitude last night during a boxset binge (and if they’re the go-to shoe for those extreme conditions they must be doing something right).
They get a further tick for being unisex (well, at least some of the brands are) which is an itch itself that really needs to be scratched – tell me why can’t there be shoes with just the choice of wide or narrow to accommodate the whole population rather than only ever appealing 50%? The division of the sexes is too often a marketing ploy to separate us..and our hard earned money. I believe changing this simple thing would be a huge step forward (literally) in equality and world peace…
(All pics from Pinterest)
On a lighter note, when you really think about it, duck boots are the living proof that the skinnie will never die. Deep.
Laters, Kate x