Personally, I like her hair
Last week, Angela got her hair cut. Ever since earning the nickname "Mom" from some male friends in high school, she's been nervous about going too short. She told her hair dresser, "None of it above the shoulder."
He didn't listen.
What does Angela think? "He gave me scenester hair!!!"
To commemorate her new haircut, Angela and I dressed up as "scenesters" for a fun-filled day at the library and a delicious post-essay dinner adventure. This clearly cannot be passed off as extreme costuming. For one thing, everything that we wore yesterday we wear on a semi-regular basis (although perhaps not all at once). This could mean any number of things, including:
a) our costumes were particularly wonderful, because we used everyday items for maximum scenester impact
b) our costumes were less than wonderful, because:
i. we did not look like sceneters, and thus our costumes failed; OR
ii. we looked like scenesters, but only because we are scenesters, or at least have tendencies in that direction (thus, no costuming points awarded)
It is telling that although I don't grasp the full gambit of meanings involved in the label "scenester," I nonetheless hold a stereotypical image of scenesterdom in my mind.
What is a scenester? Am I a scenester? Are you a scenester? How much do clothes make or break a scenester?
What I liked about this project: Its marginal costume status draws attention to how very ordinary identity performance is. Furthermore, it complicates costuming endeavors, because to be a scenester clearly involves more than flats and leggings - behind my first costume of this blog, I felt filled with and productive of a Dark Wing spirit; not so with this outfit.
What I didn't like about this project: The label "scenester" intrigues me. I don't think I adequately explored it with this week's costume mentality. Plus, it wasn't as fun as having a beard or tail feathers.
I lack charming, trendy, and posture-positive flats :(
He didn't listen.
What does Angela think? "He gave me scenester hair!!!"
To commemorate her new haircut, Angela and I dressed up as "scenesters" for a fun-filled day at the library and a delicious post-essay dinner adventure. This clearly cannot be passed off as extreme costuming. For one thing, everything that we wore yesterday we wear on a semi-regular basis (although perhaps not all at once). This could mean any number of things, including:
a) our costumes were particularly wonderful, because we used everyday items for maximum scenester impact
b) our costumes were less than wonderful, because:
i. we did not look like sceneters, and thus our costumes failed; OR
ii. we looked like scenesters, but only because we are scenesters, or at least have tendencies in that direction (thus, no costuming points awarded)
It is telling that although I don't grasp the full gambit of meanings involved in the label "scenester," I nonetheless hold a stereotypical image of scenesterdom in my mind.
What is a scenester? Am I a scenester? Are you a scenester? How much do clothes make or break a scenester?
What I liked about this project: Its marginal costume status draws attention to how very ordinary identity performance is. Furthermore, it complicates costuming endeavors, because to be a scenester clearly involves more than flats and leggings - behind my first costume of this blog, I felt filled with and productive of a Dark Wing spirit; not so with this outfit.
What I didn't like about this project: The label "scenester" intrigues me. I don't think I adequately explored it with this week's costume mentality. Plus, it wasn't as fun as having a beard or tail feathers.
I lack charming, trendy, and posture-positive flats :(
Labels: guest costumer, haircut
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