What I liked and What I Didn't about X (and Y)

This Halloweekend, I was a total poser. With my overall shorts, red bandana, and blue eyeshadow, I was giving my very best impression of Maxine from X without having ever watched the movie. To be fair, I originally was not going for Maxine. I was planning on going for “farmer’s daughter” vibes, but when I described my idea to my friend, she sent me three TikToks of people doing that exact costume -just as Maxine - so I resolved to just lean into it with the signature blue eyeshadow (no bleached brows though because I was not THAT committed).

After wearing the costume, I looked up the plot of X out of curiosity and became intrigued. The story revolves around a group of young, vivacious men and women, dripping with sex appeal, all hungry for their unique interpretations of fame, adoration, and success which ultimately make them turn to the porn industry. Particularly striking is Maxine, girlfriend of the porno director Wayne. In one scene, Wayne, overcome with an exploitative excitement, embraces Maxine, raving about her “X factor”, because although she is not as conventionally attractive as her blonde bombshell costar Bobby-Lynne, there is something in her unflinching eyes framed with blonde eyebrows, bright blue eyeshadow, and asymmetric scattering of freckles that makes her inhumanly beautiful.

The group rent a barn from an elderly couple to shoot an X-rated movie entitled “The Farmer’s Daughter.” It turns out that the elderly couple, especially the wife, Pearl, hide some sinister secrets. Pearl and her husband can be painful to look at, with thinning white hair, rotting teeth, and wrinkled, marked skin so grotesque they could have been corpses. However, the viewers are meant to feel some sympathy for Pearl who longs to be beautiful and desired like the other characters, notably Maxine. Pearl’s husband refuses to have sex with her out of worry for his weak heart, causing Pearl to become obsessed with her age and looks. In one heartbreaking scene, she looks into the mirror and applies blue eyeshadow to her drooping eyelids in a piteous attempt to mimic Maxine. The eyeshadow palette has obviously been used many times, hinting at the recurrent theme that Maxine and Pearl are one and the same woman, just in different stages of life, one the object of desire and the other the object of disgust. In fact, Maxine and Pearl are actually played by the same actress, Mia Goth, with the help of special effects makeup.

As the movie goes on, Pearl makes sexual advances towards several of the characters, and when she is rejected, she brutally murders them in a typical slasher film “everyone who had sex dies by the end of the night” fashion.

I could probably write several essays on this movie, but I’ll just stick to my favorite and least favorite aspects.

I absolutely love the way that society’s influence on women is portrayed as being so intoxicating that it literally drives the women in the movie to beg to be exploited. Lorraine, the girlfriend of the camera man, asks Bobby-Lynne and Maxine how they can have sex with other people in porn when they are in love with someone else. Bobby-Lynne describes how love and sex are completely different. She says, “You can choose who you love, not who you’re attracted to.” By drawing this separation between love and lust, Bobby-Lynne sets lust to be an impartial measurement of a woman’s worth. A person who loves you sees your flaws and chooses to ignore them, but a person who lusts for you sees you as perfect and is willing to abandon all societal norms and morality to have you. In that light, love means a lot less about a person because even an insignificant, flawed person can be loved, but only an extraordinary person can be a sex symbol.

In one scene, Pearl begs her husband to tell her that she is special. He replies, “Of course you are special.” Pearl’s husband, at least to our knowledge, is faithful, and it is implied that he forgives her devious and murderous habits by allowing her to keep a sex slave in their cellar (probably a previous renter). Despite this, his love is still not enough for her. Pearl has internalized that her inherent worth as a person can only be defined by her desirability, and when love isn’t expressed through sex, it is simply less important. This message struck home about the pervasive nature of misogyny: it can be so convincing that women will voluntarily subjugate themselves to grasp at a semblance of self worth.

I felt, however, that the movie fell flat when the slasher killing began. Pearl was written to be the worst case scenario of society’s effect on women. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for validation, she harasses the characters in the movie, coercing them and touching them non-consensually before attempting to kill them when they reject her. I find that this is, however, not a typical reaction for women; it is much more common for women to instead become door mats to their partners, doing anything for them and accepting unforgivable abuse in order to feel wanted. Pearl’s behavior aligns much more with the behavior of some men who force themselves upon women and become violent when rejected. The movie’s choice to make Pearl the antagonist implies that when one woman acts the way that countless men do, her actions are even more grotesque and creepy than a man’s would be. It could be said that the film is simply acknowledging this point: that at the pinnacle of evil, women still only act as badly as countless men do normally. But considering how certain other themes in the movie, like the association between youth and desirability, were so sophomorically over-emphasized, this idea fell flat. Femininity is instead associated with lust and evil in a pathetic “girlbossification” of the horrors which have been systemically committed against women for centuries.

I plan on watching Pearl, the prequel to X, which gives the villain backstory for X’s antagonist.

Back to the Basics: Doing Horror RIGHT

I would not be offended if you told me I was entirely unqualified to be writing about this. I am NOT a cinema and media studies major, so please go easy on me. I am also RIDICULOUSLY squeamish, and I hate blood and gore. My kind of movie tends to be the kind that makes you cry at the end and laugh in the middle (About Time is my personal favorite). That being said, I am a recently converted fan of classic horror movies. I’m talking Halloween (1978), The Shining (1980), Scream (1996)... films like these comprise what I consider to be the golden age of scary movies. They are colorful, they are nostalgic, they are smart, they are multi-dimensional, and they are self-aware.

Horror from the last few decades of the twentieth century is unlike any other genre I have ever seen, contemporary or otherwise. They have the vibrant color palettes characteristic to film and fashion of the time period (the y2k that is ohhh so trendy now), paired with what one might find to be incompatible themes of death and evilllll. I feel like most horror movies these days tend to go for the ominous color palette we see in films like The Conjuring franchise. The only thing I’ve seen recently to parallel this classic color scheme is a24’s X, which actively emulates a vintage aesthetic and does so extremely successfully, I would say.

The Conjuring (2013)

Insidious (2010)

X (2022)

I love the kind of horror movies that don’t take themselves too seriously. Scream is exemplary of what I mean. It constantly makes fun of the genre it belongs to. It is corny but still manages to be scary.

Scream (1996)

I don’t know if this is controversial, but I find The Shining to be SO funny. With Halloween, I guess what makes me laugh the most is the lore surrounding it. This article does a great deep dive into “horror’s quirkiest, most erratic horror franchise.”

The Shining (1980)

The thing I love most about these movies is that when you take away their horror elements, you still have a phenomenally interesting and entertaining film. They are character-driven, involve creative cinematography, and don’t rely on shock value for the sake of shock value. I have really only dipped my toes into the horror genre, but I have a feeling I’ll stick to the classics - they’re oldies but goodies!

Halloween (1978)

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Guide to Better Your Museum Visit

Fall has officially descended upon us, and as the weather gets colder, what better way to spend the weekends in the warmth of some of Chicago’s best art museums? This is a short list of suggestions to make your museum visit more meaningful and enjoyable: 

  1. Know your timeframe. If you only have an hour, limit yourself to one section of the museum so you don’t get overwhelmed or easily distracted by the sheer amount of art. Large museums like the Art Institute and the MCA take several hours to walk through. Instead of trying to see everything, make it your goal to enjoy one exhibition. Moderation is good, and it applies to art-viewing too. 


  2. Read the wall labels. This makes all the difference. In conjunction with the last tip, focusing your energy on one exhibition makes it so you can digest the wall labels and understand the art better. Last month, my friends and I stumbled across a cool exhibition in Bangkok, where it was difficult to connect with the artist without knowing anything about his motivations and the sociopolitical context. So, we slowed down and read the labels, and I’m so glad we did, because it made the experience so much more memorable. 


  3. Talk about what you are seeing. Continuing with the story, after we started reading the wall text, we tried to understand the paintings — can we count the number of martini glasses? Is this creepy and complex painting about corrupt politicians?


  4. Sketch, if you are artistically inclined. Everyone has a favorite painting, the one that stood out to you like no other. Maybe you are drawn to the colors, the shapes, or the composition. Bring a sketchbook or notebook and put something on the page, anything goes!


  5. Take a water break. Museums have low humidity because artworks last longer in cold and arid conditions. I always feel thirsty about an hour into a visit, and I never have water on me, then I feel bad about buying overpriced beverages in the museum cafe. Therefore, bring water and stay hydrated! 

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Some exhibitions to visit right now:

  1. Monochrome Multitude, Smart Museum of Art 

  2. Martine Syms: She Mad Season One, MCA 

  3. David Hockney: The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020, Art Institute

Visit the Smart Museum!

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A Return to Christian Girl Autumn

As a college-aged student in 2022, you are probably aware of what a Hot Girl Summer is. As a refresher, the term was born out of a song by Megan Thee Stallion and turned into a rallying cry for women’s confidence. Since the 2019 hit, there have been variations on the term, including Sad Girl Autumn, Short King Spring, and Feral Girl Summer. But, one of the most popular spinoffs is Christian Girl Autumn.

The original viral photo

The term arose out of a meme posted in 2019 that poked fun at a fall-obsessed, white woman aesthetic. This includes big sweaters, blanket scarves, booties, a tan fedora, and of course, everything pumpkin flavored. The meme in particular referenced a photo of influencer Caitlin Covington and her friend, both exhibiting such an aesthetic. Immediately, the tweet got hundreds of likes and shares. But there were also a lot of speculations about their political views.

People made endless fun of the girls in regard to their whiteness. While this meme surfaced before the racial reckoning that accompanied the George Floyd protests, the country had still been in the midst of heightened political tensions during Donald Trump’s presidency. As a result, many of the replies affiliated Covington with the personality type of Trump’s base: the white woman who preaches “love thy neighbor” yet engages in anti-Black, anti-immigrant, anti-LGBT rhetoric and hate. You know, the Karen.

But Caitlin Covington is not a Karen. In fact, she proudly supports the LGBT community and has donated $500 to the original meme poster’s transition surgery. Covington mentioned that when she first saw the meme, she laughed at it and found it hilarious. She took it in stride, responding to Twitter users that she was not a Republican but that she is indeed a proud lover of fall. Covington’s friend in the photo, Emily Gemma, told Buzzfeed, “I’m white and Christian but none of the tweets were accurate. We don’t ever want to speak to the manager!” referencing the tweet above.

Now, Covington is adored by fans everywhere for her kind disposition and refreshing personality. She represents that you can be a “basic white girl” while also being pro-human rights and social justice. Covington acknowledged that she is “literally as basic as people think” but that she is also an accepting and loving person. One Twitter user commented that she brings “a nice change in tune because so many of these white women are silent on these issues or straight up demonic.”

Given that Covington offers a breath of fresh air, it is no surprise that every year her followers wait eagerly for her fall photos in Vermont among the vibrant leaves. Her most popular photo from this season reached over 45,000 likes on Instagram. The comments rave about Covington being “the mother of fall” and that “all the leaves in America just turned orange” from her stunning photos.

However, there is a strange duality about Christian Girl Autumn. As much as she is adored online, no one aspires to be Covington. At the end of the day, being a basic girl is still looked down upon, especially in this post-pandemic society. After two years of witnessing each other at our worst over Zoom, people have become comfortable with expressing their messiness and disorder and even emphasizing it. The messier you are, the cooler you are. Fashion trends have been a good indicator of this inclination, with oversized garments and clashing colors and patterns taking the stage recently.

So, in 2022, there is no desire to fit Covington’s aesthetic of being perfectly put-together, something that harkens back to the pre-pandemic days. But maybe that’s exactly why people love her: we long for a time when the world seemed a little less on the brink of human destruction. We long for the simplicity of fall, the comfort of just existing on this beautiful planet and appreciating the small things in life. Her photos stir a happiness and warmth within me that is hard to come by these days. While we are constantly stressed about the state of the world, it’s important that we find time for ourselves. Covington even admitted, “I think at the root of it [her obsession with fall], it might have something to do with my anxiety. I have a lot of anxiety and fall is just all about, like, finding comfort in the small things, you know? Like making a cup of coffee and enjoying it or wrapping up in a snugly sweater next to a fireplace.” Caitlin Covington and Christian Girl Autumn reminds us to appreciate the beauty of the leaves, to revel in the taste of a warm drink, and to cozy up with ourselves when times are hard. Cheers to a great Christian Girl Autumn!


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Sophie Lou Jacobsen is Turning on the Light

From delicate and colorful teapots to practical and beautiful carafes and vases, Sophie Lou Jacobsen has always worked at the intersection of refinement and whimsy. The Brooklyn artist works primarily in glass and attempts to bring care to the small, important rituals of everyday life: drinking juice, cleaning your home, steeping tea, holding plants in a vase. Jacobsen’s work is accessible and useful, without being utilitarian – each work is unique and delightful.

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In the wake of several dark years during COVID-19, Sophie Lou Jacobsen asks questions about light, growth, and joy. Her work is an investigation into the physical properties of joy, the optimism inherent in inanimate objects. Her beautiful turning forms, with playful orbs and winding tubes, are reminiscent of a garden in springtime. It is apparent that Jacobsen is researching what it means to flourish, and if that flourishing is not a result of some great change, but of the beauty and sanctity of small rituals. The vessels that Jacobsen creates are, at their core, simply vessels. They are for holding, drinking, and pouring, but in their careful construction, they serve to introduce intentionality into habitual action.

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Though Sophie Lou Jacobsen is known for her bright and whimsical works, this past September she collaborated with Brooklyn design studio In Common With. The result was a breathtaking collection of glassware in a form that is much darker than Jacobsen’s usual work. The sconces and lamps have the trademark form of a Sophie Lou Jacobsen, but feel much more refined – as if the Italian renaissance took place in modern day Brooklyn. The shape and feel of this collection echo themes of growth and joy, but are conspicuously devoid of the signature Sophie Lou Jacobsen feeling, that sense of light.

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The collection is seemingly atypical, compared to her other work, until one considers the object itself. With Jacobsen, the object is always just an object, not something to project art and metaphor onto, but something that, by virtue of being itself, is already full of meaning. Jacobsen has moved from vessels for water, to vessels for lights in her current collection. By bringing an aspect of intentionality to an act as usual as turning on a light, Sophie Lou Jacobsen gives us the last piece of the puzzle. In this collection she is providing us with themes of choice, optimism, and warmth. She is asking us to be conscious in our choices, to make our homes beautiful and bright, to aid ourselves in our own growth, and to want to turn on the light.

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Album Review: <COPING MECHANISM>

Since the iconic era that was her 2010 release of ‘Whip My Hair’, Willow Smith, now musically known as WILLOW, has been making massive waves in the music industry. From her first formal album release of ARDIPITHECUS, to the release of the popular hit ‘Meet me at Our Spot’ in collaboration with artist Tyler Cole, Willow never seems to miss.

Her most recent project, <COPING MECHANISM>, was released on October 7, 2022, and I have listened to it approximately (or not so approximately) 21 times. If you are looking for an alternative-rock-punk-slightly-indie-lyrically-beautiful-innovative-upbeat-but-still-chill-subtly-emotional-rollercoaster-y album, this is the one for you. Willow’s notoriety for genre-mixing is apparent in this release, and her execution is exceptional.

The album begins with the banger that is “<maybe> it’s my fault” (racking up the most streams on the album by 3 million); ruminating over a bitter, romantic falling out, Willow contemplates whether or not she played an active role in its demise. Something we can all relate to, I think– overthinking to the point where we can’t recall whether we’re placing the blame in the right place. This song gives the listener a winding-up for the rest of the album, and rightfully so, with “Falling Endlessly” and “curious/furious” in succession as the second and third tracks. These two carry the angst of the beginning of the album beautifully, further illustrating what it feels like  to be young and lost and feeling angry that you feel that way (looking at you, fellow Undeclared’s).

The next tracks, “WHY?” and “<Coping Mechanism>”, move us forward in our story past melancholy self-rumination and into a brief, apprehensive, angry revenge era before swiftly switching to a regretful wallowing with “Split”. This is easily one of my favorite songs on the album - not only is it catchy, but it brings us back into the window of self-pity, which unironically happens to be one of my favorite musical subjects.

“hover like a GODDESS”, the next track, is definitely high up there for me lyrically. Opening up with a  potential reference to the song “Meet Me in the Bathroom” by the Strokes (another one of my favorites!), the song continues:

You're like the ocean, comin' and goin'

I wanna surf your waves to the shore

And find what lies real deep inside

I'll be the moon to your high tide

You're addictive, so indicative of my inhibitions

So clear, you couldn't miss them

“<ur> a stranger” and “Perfectly Not Close to Me” featuring Yves Tumor are the perfect examples of Willow’s affinity for genre experimentation; with a mix of heavy bass and producer Chris Greatti’s underscoring riffs, both songs give insight to what I hope the future of music looks like– unrestrained, the artist free from the confines of traditional expectations dictating what genre-specific songs should sound like. We see this a lot with artists that have genre-hopped, such as Taylor Swift and Fleetwood Mac, where criticism from an early fanbase can inhibit the endeavors of artists looking to branch out; of course, these examples don’t exemplify failure in any sense, but I don’t think that the animosity that they met when they were first experimenting is justified or motivating either. That’s part of the reason I love Willow - she has been unapologetically experimental from the beginning.

The album closes out with the pensive “No Control” and the, well, batshit “BATSHIT!”, touching on substance dependency as a coping mechanism (*cough* *cough*).

This album receives a solid, and slightly reluctant 4.5 / 5 stars; although I am more than tempted to bestow a perfect score on this masterpiece, I do think that some of the tracks are repetitive to the extent that upon first listen they can blend together. I don’t find this unpleasant, but it is the one and only criticism I have, so out of objectivity I feel as though it’s fair to include it.

Although I haven’t been listening to Willow for all that long, she has quickly become one of my favorite artists: dynamic, trailblazing, and with a talent for catchy beats and lyrics, I think everyone should give her work a chance. Go listen to <COPING MECHANISM>!!!

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Album Review: Jubilee

To describe Jubilee, I would tell you to imagine standing by the ocean at dusk, the tug of the falling tide drawing you toward a far-off lover, and at the same time dancing madly in a parade of energetic refrigerators, electric guitars, and bugle-blasting frogs, moving through city blocks and alleyways under a never-ending downpour of confetti. I first came upon this album this past April after randomly hearing one of its songs during the Coachella live stream, and since, I haven’t stopped listening. It’s one of my go-to albums to recommend and was an emotional support album during a turbulent summer.

Jubilee, the third studio album of the grammy-nominated alternative pop band Japanese Breakfast (released June 4, 2021,) explores the necessary relationship between past and present. How reflection on a low or sometimes nostalgic point in our past can serve to bring us forward, to reach Jubilee. Headed by the dreamy vocals of Michelle Zauner, New York Times Bestselling author of Crying in H Mart, this third album is an exclamation of joy, diverse in its musical style and lyrics. Each song is a stylistic individual. No song underbaked. Nothing left as filler. It’s an immaculate feat of experimental dream-pop I couldn’t wake up from. Zauner stated in an interview that “an artist’s third album should be a statement,” and I think that Jubilee has done that in a parade of well-written, satisfying, and emotional music.

Before I begin, I must preface that this review will cover some of the album's highlights as this album, I believe, shouldn’t be explained too heavily. I don’t want to ruin the fun.

The album opens with “Paprika,” inspired by the ending parade of Satoshi Kon’s 2006 film Paprika. The song slowly opens, the first line, “Lucidity came slowly,” matching the musical progression. The song builds toward this moment with dreamlike lyrics that unravel into the chorus, where Zauner crashes down and opens the floodgates, marveling at her ability to “linger in tones and words” as an artist. She cries out, exclaiming, “it’s a rush,” before an extended trumpet interlude. This song is the thesis of the album, covering the lucidity, sadness, and importantly, joy that come with artistry.

Next, I want to highlight the duo of “Posing in Bondage” and “Posing for Cars.” Positioned in the middle and at the end of the album, this pair tells a larger story of intimacy gained and lost. “Posing for Bondage” is a short, wistful song about bondage and closeness. Whereas “Posing for Cars” is about loss and being left behind. These songs pair nicely together given their tonal similarities, as “Posing for Bondage” is a more dynamic version of the vocally driven “Posing for Cars.” These songs unpack the different forms of longing that comes with seeking out intimacy.

Finally, I want to highlight one of my favorite songs on the album, “Tactics.” The second-to-last song of the album, it reaches the greatest accord between lyric and music. This song is about choosing to separate, to make the distance between oneself and someone else. And the music encapsulates that feeling with Zauner’s voice lilting in the chorus as her voice holds each word length as if separating herself from us. I think this song highlights the balance Japanese Breakfast accomplishes in Jubilee, able to manage melancholic and nostalgic themes without letting one assert its dominance. The album shifts constantly, never staying too low or high so the listener doesn’t get too comfortable with one particular feeling.

I would say if you have wanted to listen to Japanese Breakfast, start with Jubilee. This album merits the praise of both me and the media for its vigor and ambition in exploring such polarizing emotions. And I would recommend, for those who might want to know more, reading Michelle Zauner’s memoir Crying in H-Mart as it illuminates much of Zauner’s personal experiences that translate directly into the writing of Jubilee.

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I bought a $45 Digital camera and it’s now my favorite thing to own.

One of my favorite pass times growing up was flipping through my parents’ old photo albums and seeing pictures of them during their “prime.” Tangible documentations of unforgettable moments filled with pure joy and so much life as they navigated their teenage and young adult years. And though I’d always wished that there were more captured for me to see, what made the experience better was the added bonus of hearing the anecdotes that accompanied those memories. So despite having sat with this thought for years, I found that even more recently, all I could think about was how exciting it would be for me to start documenting my life in the same way.

Though, I don’t particularly consider myself to be one of those people who believe they were born in the wrong generation, as I like to think that others were much worse (to each their own I guess). There is simply nothing better than that nostalgic grainy 90s/ early 2000s digital picture quality or that of even older vintage film from the 60s/70s. What can I say? Photos like that simply make me happy and seeing them resurface has been one of (if not my favorite) throwback comebacks.

And call me basic, but I can’t lie, after seeing girls on my Pinterest boards and Bella Hadid thrive with their digis, I too needed to have one of my own. So over the summer, right before my birthday (that was the trigger lmao), I decided to bite the bullet and surf eBay, Depop, Etsy, and Poshmark, (you name it I was probably on it) until I finally came across one I loved. Quite literally my holy grail, my cherry-red Fujifilm FinePix digital touchscreen camera sold to me by a wonderful seller on Mercari. And not to be dramatic but I’ve never made a better decision in my life!

My digital camera has allowed me to capture some of the most amazing moments with friends and family in a way that my phone simply does not compare. That alone is why I’m obsessed. I often like to joke about being in my “photographer era,” but to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever leave it. The older I get the quicker life goes by, and the faster it goes, the more I find myself wanting to record all of the moments that count. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a strong believer of living in the moment. Yet, what I think is great about this idea of “ living in the moment” and having a digital camera (or film, or polaroid, or camera in general etc.)  is that picture-taking becomes a part of said moment. Everyone is excited when the camera comes out, it’s like a mini photoshoot. Think: you’re at a y2k themed basement party, your friends are stunning, you’re meeting strangers and they jump in too. It’s exciting and lively, the music is amazing, and you’re overall just having a good time. 

Like don’t these pictures just give you so much serotonin? Every single one gives main character energy!

That’s the magic. To put it simply, taking pictures on your digital camera doesn’t feel like a dent in the moment nor does it feel like this obligatory thing that you have to do in order to retain a memory in all of its glory. It feels natural and in the end, it is the fun!

So just in case, you were thinking about it already, I say make the one purchase that you definitely won’t regret (as long as it's from a trusted seller lmao, remember reviews are your best friend!). 

Until then, I hope you enjoyed these pictures of my hot friends and I. Shout out to Hour.nine :). 

Signing off with this sketchy alley photo — Liz


An Honest Review of Don't Worry Darling

If you’ve been keeping up with pop culture moments in the past couple of weeks, you may have heard the drama surrounding the movie Don’t Worry Darling. There have been rumors of lead actress Florence Pugh falling out with director Olivia Wilde, not to mention Harry Styles spitting on Chris Pine? (Read a recap here). After much anticipation leading up to the movie, I can unfortunately say that the movie does not live up to the hype. It’s an aesthetic movie, but nothing more.

The film follows two lovebirds, Alice (Florence Pugh) and Jack (Harry Styles), living in an idyllic 1950s oasis called Victory. But Victory is no ordinary town – it is an experimental project led by grandiose businessman Frank (Chris Pine). While Alice and the other women in the town spend their days lounging by the pool and having the typical duties of a housewife, the men of the town are off working on Frank’s secret project. But what is his secret project, exactly? And why will no one dare to question him? As Alice begins to prod at her utopian life, she unearths cracks in her reality that she will never be able to repair.

Now, let me start off by saying that I’m a big psychological thriller fan. If it’s anything like The Sixth Sense, Black Mirror, or Us, count me in. But this movie left me more confused than thrilled. And really, it’s not a bad movie. But it’s not great, either.

My biggest criticism of the movie is that it left too many loose ends. Unfortunately, I think this is a product of Wilde, who is a relatively novice director, being a little too ambitious with the script. There were several obvious plot holes throughout the movie, and the ending was lazy. Wilde opted for one of those, “leave the audience thinking,” endings – sure, I was thinking. I was thinking of how bad of an ending that was. Those types of endings can be done well if they give the audience a fair understanding of where each character lands within the plot of the movie. Don’t Worry Darling’s ending did not do that at all. In fact, there was no understanding of what happened to most of the characters, and no understanding of where the plotline would have ended. Instead of pondering the film’s themes of technology and feminism, I was left wondering what in the world was up with the eggs in the movie? Are they supposed to be a metaphor for something? If so, what do they represent? Looking back on it, I’m not sure they were meant to mean anything.

Generally, it felt like Wilde was trying a little too hard to be a Jordan Peele movie. Dispersed throughout the film are aesthetic images and clips of women dancing and a close-up of the human iris, which is meant to evoke the mystery behind Alice’s subconscious and give the audience clues as to what is really going on in the town. The first few times it happened, it was great. I felt entranced, in awe, and excited to see how such images were going to connect with the overall story. However, the third, fourth, and fifth times these clips were shown, it lost its magic. It went from being an aesthetic and important device for the film to an annoyance, a motif that lost its touch. Cinematography should be about making every shot a conscious decision – every angle should be well thought-out, every focus on an object should be discussed and contemplated. Instead, this movie’s cinematography was the epitome of “no thoughts, just vibes.”

In terms of the acting, Harry Styles is fine. The issue is, he is opposite the wonderful Ms. Flo, who is a powerhouse in her field. The best scene is when she and Chris Pine’s character have a suspenseful verbal, psychological war at the dinner table. The actors themselves are able to keep up with each other and play off each other’s astounding interpretation of the script. I wish there had been more of this dynamic in the film.

Additionally, this movie did not add anything new to the psychological thriller repertoire. The setup is a classic: a woman lives in a beautiful town, but not everything is as it seems – you can see where the movie is heading. While initially intriguing and enthralling, the themes of the movie quickly become old, as you wish for the movie to get to the point (which, it never does, or at least the point itself is shallow and predictable).

For all its talk on being a progressive film, Don’t Worry Darling does not push the envelope. On certain topics, it is actually regressive. Wilde has advertised the movie as one about feminism, but all it communicated to me was that misogyny exists. Well, duh. Misogyny exists, and what else? While it felt like Wilde was trying to make a profound, thoughtful take on feminism, she added nothing novel to the conversation. The entire theme was surface-level and one-dimensional at best.

One of the dimensions it lacked was race. Race and feminism are inextricably linked, yet Wilde seemed to completely ignore this element in her film. In fact, she noticeably uses the Black martyr trope with Kiki Layne’s character, Margaret. Margaret, the only Black character (with dialogue and screen time, at least) in a very white town, is arguably the most important character in the film, as she introduces Alice to the idea that Victory is not what it seems. If not for her, the entire plotline is null. Kiki Layne even mentioned that many of her scenes were cut from the movie. Wilde merely uses Margaret as a plot device for Alice to begin her own white feminist journey, and then tosses her aside once she serves her purpose. The same was done to Gemma Chan’s character, Shelley, who is Frank’s wife. We witness a major plot twist about her at the end that is jarring given that the audience had almost zero understanding of her character. Instead of building out Margaret’s and Shelley’s characters, the vain Wilde decides to include more of her own character’s scenes, who is entirely irrelevant to the plot.

Overall, I was disappointed because this movie had the potential to be much better. Instead, it got drowned out by Olivia Wilde’s drama and directing mistakes. If you’re bored, go see it. If not, don’t worry darling.

RATING: 3/5


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Your Aesthetic Based on Your Dorm: Expectations vs. Reality

In this article, I will make a series of assumptions, some based off of the architecture and stereotyped cultures of the dorms themselves, some based off of memorable interactions I have had with people in the dorms, and some completely based on vibes. I would not take this too seriously if I were you.

Max Palevsky: Expectations

For Max P, I drew the aesthetic from the delightful, vibrant, not at all clashing color scheme of the dorm. The gray carpets, orange walls, and blue, purple, and yellow windows create a color palette that was last acceptable in the eighties. I envision chunky, patterned sweaters with jeans, paired with more modern, trendy pieces like crotchet tops and faux fur bucket hats.

Max Palevsky: Reality

The bright colors of Max P (and perhaps other substances) have irreparably destroyed your sense in fashion. People do not think you look cool when you wear shirts with smiley faces and mushrooms on them, you look like one of those guys who take acid once and try to mansplain the concept of empathy to you.

Snell-Hitchcock: Expectations

Snitchcock’s library and Gothic outside that perfectly matches the Quad epitomizes the pretension of the dark academia aesthetic. You read "The Secret History” once while sitting in Harper and think that morals don’t apply to the elite.

Snitchcock: Reality

You made sure to wear your very best track suit so that you can have full mobility while you run around campus to win Scav and because you haven’t done laundry in 3 weeks. But fashion and basic hygiene is stupid anyway, you just aren’t shallow like other people, right?

North: Expectations

Your Pinterest board looks something like this. Lots of blues and whites to match the color scheme of the dorm. You alternate between the “that girl” cute corporate look and flowy skirts and dresses which you can wear on your trip to Greece paid for by your consulting job that’s waiting for you after graduation. I think I am associating North with luxury because of the coveted North apartments.

North: Reality

At least you are sticking to the blue, minimalist theme you go for!! But when Baker reminds people of a hospital so much that they willingly eat Bartlett food, I had no choice but to picture you in scrubs.

Burton-Judson Courts: Expectations

BJ’s vibe is somewhat similar to Snitchcock, but way more chill. They buy crystal necklaces from Etsy, and their go to outfit for lounging on the quad during one of the 5 nice days in Chicago’s spring months is a crop top and maxi skirt.

Burton-Judson Courts: Reality

You are stuck in a 2019, indie oversaturated vsco crisis. You brag to everyone about how many monsters you drink in a day, blissfully unaware that no one cares that you can only consume caffeine in juice form. You regularly raid thrift stores just to resell your finds on depop at a huge profit. To make you feel better I will admit that I may or may not have worn butterfly clips to Summer Breeze (shameful I know).

Renee-Granville… Idk —SOUTH: Expectations

To be honest, I do not know much about South, but from what I have heard, it sounds like a very homey, chill environment. You guys crave that classic simple look that we saw Rachel Green emulate on Friends.

South: Reality

Ok, it’s not that this look is ugly, but you will see a girl wearing this to a frat party fully believing that she is changing the game. It’s not giving Parisian, it’s giving Old Navy.

I-House: Expectations

You guys suffer the worst with that faraway location. No one will ever be able to understand you and how hard your life is because of how far I-house is from everything else. But you guys romanticize your sadness, and so I dub you emo/grunge. I also bought the Koss Porta Pros and wear them in Hallowed, and the pain they cause my ears pairs perfectly with the MCR blasting through them.

I-House: Reality

To me, you guys represent all that Uchicago has to offer: gothic architecture, pain, and suffering. And so, I thought what better way to represent your dorm than a literal example of the “life of the mind.”

Woodlawn: Expectations

Despite being the newest dorm, you are shooting for that old money prep aesthetic mixed with some athleisure for bide rides, squash games, and hot girl walks. You were very popular at your prep school, and you are counting down the days until you can go back to Martha’s Vineyard.

Woodlawn: Reality

Your attempt at athleisure mixed with old money means you just wear a lot of Uchicago merch. Also, Woodlawn is pretty much all of the class of 2025, who either bought way too many Uchicago sweatshirts and are trying to get their money’s worth or people who don’t have the creativity to wear something else. I also included a picture of Katniss escaping the Capitol’s fireballs to acknowledge the repeated arson that you all have had to deal with. Props for surviving though!!

Gilded Glamour: Who Followed the Met Gala's Theme?

In America: A Lexicon of Fashion exhibit. Image via Time Out.

As you must know, this past Monday, May 2, was the 2022 Met Gala, arriving not long after the postponed 2021 Met Gala which occurred in September. These two Met Galas honored a two-part exhibit put on by the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute, the first being In America: A Lexicon of Fashion and the second being In America: An Anthology of Fashion. Yet this year’s Gala carried a slightly different theme than the exhibit itself: Gilded Glamour.

A purist interpretation of the Gilded Glamour theme constitutes dressing in the style of the Gilded Age in America, which was a period spanning from 1870 to 1900 characterized by economic growth and industrialization. The era earns the term “Gilded” from the way in which the surface-level prosperity distracts or conceals from the numerous social and political problems that plagued this time period, just as a gilded exterior fools one to believe the interior is solid gold.

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The issues of the Gilded Age seem to ironically parallel our current moment, as we too see great wealth disparity and the clash of big business and politics. I like to see this theme of this Met Gala as an intentional irony in itself, regardless of whether there was self-awareness in its selection. With politicians like Hillary Clinton and billionaires like Elon Musk among the attendees of the illustrious Met Gala, Gilded Glamour further demonstrated to the world that politics, exorbitant wealth, and fashion are three sides of the same coin.

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What’s more, the televised premiers of this year’s Met Gala red carpet coincided with the leak of a Supreme Court opinion document revealing that the court may overturn the landmark case protecting abortion rights, Roe v. Wade. As I, and I’m sure many of you, experienced, the breaking news shockingly snapped us out of the collective escapism of watching celebrities waltz in gold dresses down the red carpet, demonstrative of the gilded exterior of celebrity culture providing an enticingly well-packaged distraction from the demise of our democracy.

Anyways…

Back to the outfits!

As previously mentioned, Gilded Glamour could be strictly interpreted as wearing iterations of 1870s-1900s period dress. Or, as many attendees chose to do, you could wear a gold (or silver) ensemble. As a Met Gala theme purist, my favorite (and the most successful in my opinion) outfits, follow the theme closely, and these are the looks I will list for you here.

But first, a quick review of the fashions of the Gilded Age. Overall, the style of the Gilded Age reflected the influx of wealth and prosperity of the upper classes to own more dramatic and ornate clothing. Some popular aspects of women’s fashion in the Gilded Age included bustles, rich colors, corsets, hats, and accoutrements like embroidery and lace. (NPS) For men, popular styles included multi-piece suits, top hats, and eventually tuxedos. (NPS)

Though the Met Gala, of course, warrants creative and modernizing interpretations on the theme, there were a few select guests who nailed Gilded Glamour with their own personal interpretation of late 19th century period dress, yet rendering it appropriate for a 21st century fashion gala.

Emma Corrin in Miu Miu

Emma Corrin modernized Gilded Age men’s fashion with a formal top hat and an oversized double-breasted jacket, playing with the layering of suits that was typical of the era.

Normani in Christian Siriano

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With puff-sleeved shoulder details, an expansive skirt resembling a bustle, and an elegant matching hat, Normani modernized Gilded Age styles by exposing her midriff.

Taylor Hill in Dolce & Gabbana

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The colors, embroidery, and textural details in Taylor Hill’s Dolce & Gabbana dress evoke the intricacy and sumptuousness of late 19th century women’s fashion.

Billie Eilish in Gucci

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Perhaps the most classic and on-theme look of the night, Billie Eilish sported a Gilded Age Gucci evening gown with exposed corsetry and a bustle with intricate fabric drapery and lace details.

Evan Mock in Head of State

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Evan Mock incorporated women and men’s Gilded Age fashion into his look by combining a corseted top with a suit silhouette.

Sarah Jessica Parker in Christopher John Rogers

This expansive dress with a large hoop skirt, train, corset-like details, and of course, a dramatic hat, make SJP a spitting image of a Gilded Age woman transplanted into the 21st century.

David Harbour

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David Harbour, shown with Lily Allen, sported the most Gilded men’s look of the night, evoking a railroad baron with a cane, vintage-style suit, top hat, and a cigar.

Autumn de Wilde

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On the carpet, Autumn de Wilde payed homage to the writer Oscar Wilde by sporting a loose, cape-like top and a wide-brimmed hat.

Blake Lively in Versace

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Blake Lively’s transformative Versace dress slightly resembles a Gilded Age evening gown. Though most notably, the color change represents the tarnishing of the copper material of the Statue of Liberty, which was brought to the US in the middle of the Gilded Age.

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Art and the other: expression in the face of oppression

When I think back to how I first became interested in fashion, both in the sense of developing my own personal style and with regards to the broader world of design, I think back to the urgency that I have always felt to try and differentiate myself from other people. Fashion might be the easiest way to make this distinction known to others – it’s one of the first things people notice about you, consciously or subconsciously. In my initial attempts to explore my style, I found myself gravitating towards more masculine items and silhouettes. I don’t remember my exact line of thought, but I assume that I wanted to escape more traditional fashion expectations for females, be “not like other girls.”

I used to just wear regular men’s clothes, like baggy t-shirts and sweatpants, but as I continued to explore my style, my wardrobe shifted to include more masculine items of clothing that men typically don’t wear on an everyday basis either: printed ties, old belt buckles, dress shirts. As I became more comfortable with my more masculine visual identity, however, I also began re-incorporating feminine pieces into my style – like a reclamation, it felt like the subversion of the “rules of fashion” originally imposed on me through my gender assigned at birth.

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For me, fashion has become a form of escape, although at this point, I can’t say whether it represents an escape from societal norms or from being seen as “basic" or “normal,” to be “different.” I do think that these two feelings are inherently intertwined, though; if you are the type of person to feel restricted by societal norms and want to escape them, you would presumably also want to express your feeling of alienation and frustration to others.

This frustration probably explains why there is a longstanding association between queerness and a fascination with high forms of art, culture, and intellectualism. Queer people have historically been outcast by society, not being able to exist comfortably within societal norms and having to constantly challenge expectations of how to live authentically. The word queer, after all, originates not from a description of sexuality but from the status of social rejection; to really be queer is not only to be homosexual but to be a pariah. To channel the queer feeling of otherness into a positive and admirable venue like art, then, allows for a sense of empowerment in the face of isolation. It is no wonder that the community of artists and the queer community not only share a great overlap, but a great dependence on each other, although this is not to say that all queer people must be artistic or that all artists must be queer, but that many queer people may turn to some artistic medium as a hobby and many artists may be more inclined to experiment with their sexuality.

In a similar way, people of color have also always been on the forefront of art, culture, and fashion, and this comes both in spite of and as a result of their marginalization. In terms of fashion trends, a highly visible example of this phenomenon, queer people and people of color (especially queer people of color) have always been the pioneers of new trends and fashion concepts. The examples are endless – whenever androgyny is seen as attractive or fashionable, we draw on trends originating from the queer community, and a variety of other fashion subcultures, like e-girl fashion and sneaker culture, all come from black, Asian, or Latinx communities. The mainstream can only maintain status quo; the only way for it to change is to appropriate from outside subcultures and absorb those things into itself, and with this absorption, the heritage and meaning imbued from those subcultures is often lost. It is always left to people of color and queer people to dynamize and invigorate popular culture with new ideas and trends.

All these observations come somewhat anecdotally from what I see in my everyday life as well as subcultures and movements on the internet, but I also see similar ideas of insider-outsider dynamics in the more historically grounded world of art and literature. I was having a conversation with a friend the other day about how the vast majority of great writers were all known to suffer from extreme mental illness, and I asked her if she thought that the trope of the tortured artist is real, and that great art must draw on great pain. She disagreed with me, arguing that mental illness usually only counteracts productivity and creativity. Artists, she said, have to produce art in spite of their pain and not because of it. The catch is that to produce truly novel art, artists must rely on their ability to think in ways that most people cannot, and the most natural way this happens is when the artists themselves have been alienated, or at least feel alienated, from larger society. It is through their deviancy and otherness that artists can produce great work, but this otherness also forces them into a general rejection from society, which probably cannot benefit their mental health. It seems no coincidence, then, that so many of these artists were also queer, disabled, or physically ill throughout their lives.

Pursuing this connection between art and otherness, I turned to examining the essence of art itself: what about art is so inherently tied subversion and non-conformity? Nietzsche touches on the topic in The Genealogy of Morality with both his own opinion and the thoughts of other philosophers on the subject of beauty, aesthetics, and art. He writes that Schopenhauer, following Kant, believes that beauty consists of the qualities of “impersonality and universality” and “gives pleasure without interest”, meaning that even those with no knowledge or interest in art can still appreciate its beauty. Nietzsche takes issue with this definition of art, however, since it only addresses art in the perspective of its audience – a general, uninformed audience at that – and instead, he turns to defining art through the lens of the artist. He looks to the French writer Stendhal, who writes of beauty as “une promesse de bonheur”, or a promise of happiness. Here, the focus of happiness is shifted from the universal audience to the individual artist, once again directing our attention to the distinction between the artist and the wider society viewing the art.

Arendt’s The Human Condition also discusses the nature of art and happiness. Praising art as one of the greatest and noblest creations of humanity, Arendt writes that the greatness of art comes from its total lack of material necessity, since art is produced through passion, not to satisfy our animal need for survival and sustenance. By creating something outside of themselves, humans no longer exists as merely an animal laborans (laboring animal) but as a homo faber (man the maker), making themselves a near god through their enduring legacy. Especially in a capitalist world of never-ending consumption, to produce art is to defy the impulses of society and pursue a higher purpose.

Like Nietzsche, I find that Arendt focuses more on the experience and will of the artist rather than the art’s effect on an outside audience, separating the individual’s internal world from what they produce or change in the external world. The relationship between the internal and external thus becomes the key to understanding art. What separates our sense of self from the outside world? From other people, or from other living things? This space between the artist’s internal and external must be where the sphere of art lies: it is the exploration of the artist’s self in the midst of a world of both beauty and chaos.

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All forms of art ultimately rely on some sort of communication or production to the outside world, regardless of medium. The art of dance, for instance, follows this rule – even though dance is limited to the individual body, it is still expressed outwards to the external world. Simply thinking of dance moves in your own head would not be considered art, but the act of dancing is. Likewise, thinking about a painting or a series of musical notes in your head is not art; art is only created when something is produced into the external world. This understanding of art, however, also allows us to view art as the tangible extension of the self to the space beyond the self, like a grand declaration of sorts to the external world.

At the same time, art is something that arises from the deeply internal world of the artist, something incredibly personal and intimate. Natural occurrences and phenomena can undeniably be considered beautiful, but I would not view them as works of art unless they were captured in some form of human interaction, like photography or painting. The closest thing I can think of to art created by a non-human is AI art, but even then (at least with our current level of technology where AI has no consciousness), humans still run the programs behind these algorithms to direct the final product. Thus, art necessitates deliberate human action and can only exist as the production of a human artist. As Arendt argues, however, this is what gives art its value - the act of creation and the instillation of meaning. Art is really something innately and profoundly human, the deliberate expression of the artist’s internal world to the external world.

Viewing art as the bridge between the internal and the external allows for a more intimate connection between art and the unique experience of the artist. This is also what makes art, and all things artistic like fashion, literature, and culture, so essential to marginalized communities. Being part of a group that experiences oppression not only compresses the individual externally but also represses the individual internally; outward acts of discrimination combine with a constriction of the sense of self to affect the entire identity and spirit. Art then becomes a method of resistance, of projecting outwards in spite of oppression. Within a society that naturally constricts and restrains and pushes back against the efforts of the oppressed to both develop their authentic selves and express themselves freely, art not only provides a form of therapeutic release but also can be weaponized against the forces of systemic oppression as a type of protest. To use Frye’s birdcage metaphor for systems of oppression, if the marginalized individual is a bird in a cage, art is the birdsong that can be heard from outside the cage, even if the bird itself cannot be freed.




References:

  • Arendt, Hannah, The Human Condition (1958)

  • Frye, Marilyn, The Politics of reality: Essays in feminist theory (1983)

  • Nietzsche, Friedrich, On the Genealogy of Morality (1887)

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TaylorSwiftxEuphoria: Fearless (TV)

Born from the darkest parts of our minds, this first edition of our tentative TaylorxEuphoria series is based on Taylor Swift’s Fearless. This series will explore how Swift’s unhinged lyrics perfectly (mostly) match the unhinged nature of season two of everyone’s favorite show, Euphoria. We hope this everything you hope it’s not (this is honestly a work of art, enjoy).

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Fearless

Starting off with the title track of the album - Fearless.

So Cassie bro—like circa Episode One of Season 2. She literally gets into Nate’s car even though she shouldn’t— with her best friend’s literal abusive (ex) boyfriend who is drinking while driving as a way of impressing her. Cassie’s pick-me-girl era literally embodies the delusional aspects of Fearless. She literally becomes obsessed and dresses “in her best dress” for a psychopath, completely fearless of losing her only friend. #Maddyhive

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Fifteen

This is literally Derek’s POV of Cal. It perfectly describes the special bond that they shared and how they didn’t really know how to even love each other beyond that at that age or at least before Cal got his future wife pregnant. It reminiscent of how Cal literally left him for fatherhood, and literally personifies the question of how they were supposed to know it at Fifteen (seniors in high school). This whole song speaks to untainted young love before it’s ruined by life’s terrible moments.

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Love Story

This song is a representation of Rue and her relationship with drugs. Rue was young when she first saw them … next to her dying dad. They were Romeo and Juliet, the drugs keep throwing pebbles at her to get her back, crying on the staircase as she gets (finally) clean. This perfectly symbolizes how the drugs are killing Rue while also filling the black hole inside of her. Imagine the heroin saying “Romeo take me” like a love that is intoxicating but deadly, while she’s meeting Fez (her dealer) on the outskirts of town…ya know?

Hey Stephen

This is Fez’s POV of Lexi. “I can’t help it you look like an angel”, this line is so Lexi… angel queen… Looks can be deceiving, but he saw a light in her. He didn’t get to say half the things he wanted to before getting caught. RIP Ashtray.

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White Horse

This song perfectly embodies what Rue hypothetically would’ve sang to Jules when Jules ratted her out to her mother for doing drugs. When her angel face just comes out in, when Rue was naive and got lost in her fire, had to fight for the upper hand, had so many dreams about her. Rue’s not a princessit isn’t a fairytale bro. It isn’t Hollywood; its a small town—it too late for Jules and her White Horse to come around… And Rue makes this clear when she screams at Jules, leaving (theoretically) Jules is on her knees bro begging for forgiveness… but Jules is cheating on her with Elliot… 

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You Belong With Me

So Rue about Jules when Nate was catfishing her as Tyler. She was on her phone— on Grindr with Tyler. He didn’t get her humor like Rue did… a typical Tuesday night, right? He’s the cheer (football) captain, and Rue is on the bleachers. Rue wants Jules to see she belongs with her; Jules has a smile that could light up this whole town… Rue even knows her favorite songs … unlike “Tyler”…

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Breathe

The moments between the train station and Rue’s relapse. Rue is breathing to this song when she relapses after Jules leaves her at the train station— ending of sad movie, seeing her face as she backs away and she doesn’t know what to be without her around. She can’t breathe without Jules, so she turns to drugs— nothing can save them from the fall out, 2 am and Rue’s feeling like she just lost a friend and ends up relapsing.

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Tell Me Why

We wish this was Fez about Lexi…. but truly it is Maddy about Nate: he thinks she is bullet proof, she’s sick and tired of his attitude. He tells her he loves her and then cuts her down, he has mean streak… Like we can literally imagine Maddy yelling “tell me why?” He sees what he’s doing to her, how to ruin her perfect day… Nate Jacobs makes her feel small to make himself feel whole inside; she doesn’t know him. He asks for her love and just pushes her around.

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You’re Not Sorry

So Maddy about Cassie. Cassie is not sorry at all— for sleeping with Maddy’s ex. Cassie has her share of secrets and Maddy was the last to know. They could’ve besties forever. Its the last straw, and Maddy doesn’t wanna hurt anymore from this relationship that Cassie obviously doesn’t value. Cassie acts so innocent Maddy might’ve believed her if she didn’t know… like so true.

The Way I Loved You

This is Kat singing this about Ethan - who she dumped because he was too respectable. This song is reminiscent of Maddy saying she’s never gonna have a healthy relationship like theirs… he says everything she needs, she couldn’t ask for anything better, he tells her she looks beautiful, but Kat misses the danger of the past where she was using men in a way to escape her insecurities. It’s a slippery slope when you get stuck in a toxic life of kissing and fighting with your demons. That’s the way she loves her demons, roll coaster kinda rush that Ethan never gave her.

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Forever & Always

Jules about Rue circa Season Two when Rue doesn’t want her anymore because she’s a rat. She was there when Rue was like Forever and Always, and Jules said something way too honest (told her mom about the drugs), making Rue ran away like a scared little boy… She knew Rue for a minute but she not so sure— Like we could literally picture Jules staring at the phone.

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The Best Day Ever

So Lexi about Rue. In Lexi’s play, she flashbacks to Lexi being scared of not being cool, but Rue doesn’t care. They used to have the best day when they were younger until Rue starts doing drugs. This song perfectly looking back on a friendship that used to be when they had the best days before rue started her addcitions and when Lexi thought she had an excellent father— that ice cream scene tho.

Change

We see this as addicted Rue dreaming about a sober life with Jules even though Jules ghosted her weeks ago. Someone else got what Rue wanted, Jules. Jules is tired of repeating historyit’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair. The drugs are bigger than their relationship, but can Rue out run them. It’s the fight of her life. The song just paints the sad picture addiction can be and the hope of getting clean.

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Jump Then Fall

So Ethan about Kat like during season one when he was just trying to get her attention, and she thought he was joking. RIP kethan. He was feeling her, and he wanted her to jump and fall into him. We literally can see him thinking her laugh is the best sound he’s ever heard.

Untouchable

Fez about Lexi— she is his untouchable distant diamond sky. She is literally so different from him, he is caught up in her bro with a million little stars (pills) spelling out her name. Like gives the vibes of him being smitten with her when she didn’t leave after Fez beat Nate’s ass. “When I am in this dream”— when he is high af, dreaming the their little taste of heaven.

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Come In With The Rain

This screams Rue after she overdoses again, and Jules wont see her. She knows all the steps to be sober, but she doesn’t wanna go there anymore. Like just imagine Rue leaving her window open, hoping that Jules will come in with the rain.

Superstar

This is Cassie’s POV of Nate for sure. She counts down the ways she can see him. She literally waited every week to see him, getting in his car at the dead of night. She knows its wrong but feels likes there ain’t nothing more right. She’s breaking all her rules; she’s screaming his name. She is wide-eyed girl desperately in love with him, so depressing tbh. She could do so much better.

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The Other Side Of The Door

So Maddy after she finally leaves the Nate shit behind. Like Maddy ignoring Nate’s words when he tries to get her to stay. She tells him to leave, but she really wants him dude. She can’t even look at him; Maddy broke down crying asking if Cassie was worth this mess.

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Today Was A Fairytale

This is so Lexi dreaming about a date with Fez. She lives in her head. When they were getting high watching the movie— it was a fairytale. She fell in love with him when he destroyed Nate. His smile literally takes her to another planet. Time slows down whenever he’s around her— the magic in the air.

You All Over Me

This makes us think of the actor who played BB reflecting on her time on euphoria as a side character. Especially due to none of the cast following her back on Instagram because she’s a Trump supporter. Her moment of fame spent and traded in.

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Mr. Perfectly Fine

Ethan about Kat when she breaks his heart in fit of gaslighting. She was his Mr. Perfectly Fine, after she dumped him. She is his Mr. “Leave me all alone”— Mr. “Never told me why.” She broke his heart, and she goes about her day forgetting she ever heard his name. He is pickin’ up his heart, while she picking up her bag. Kat and the “brain disorder” she makes up being just perfectly fine without him.

We Were Happy

No one is happy in Euphoria smh.

That’s When

Rue’s POV of heroin for sure. Rue wanted it in her darkest moments. Heroin is always laughin’ when she’s cryin’. Her addiction is always asking “when can I come back?”, and Rue just lets it back in.

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Don’t You

This makes us think of when Derek sees Cal after he gets his future wife pregnant. His heart knows the truth about his love for Derek. He’s sure she’ll make Cal happy. This song just speaks to the sadness that comes with young love that gets sidelined by life’s curve balls and society’s norms.

Bye Bye Baby

This screams to us how the men paying Kat would feel when she stops camming (because she was theoretically exposed in Lexi’s play? still confused on that one tbh). She took them into her metaphorical home and she couldn’t keep up this false persona that they fell in love with. The illusionary house and relationship they envisioned is empty now and vacant. They feel like they’re becoming part of her past.

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Designer Profile 2022: Wendy Xiao

“In this vacuum of MODA, you can technically do whatever you want.”

As a part of 2022’s designer profile interviews, I had the chance to talk to Wendy Xiao, who’s getting prepared for her last fashion show with MODA. We had a very lively conversation about her inspirations, plans, feelings, and of course, her new collection, which she notes almost like a co-collection with Andrew Chang*, who she thanks a lot, emphasizing that she wouldn’t be able to finish the work otherwise. I had great joy talking to Wendy. Listening to her talking about her looks felt like listening to vivid stories with a carefully weaved, spider-web like intertwined narratives. Enjoy reading about Wendy’s last year journey with the MODA fashion show!

*Su’s note: MODA Blog’s previous editor-in-chief, an ex-designer, and my mentor in the Blog during my first-year, which I am really grateful for

Wendy’s mood board

I know that you have done fashion design before. I see that your previous collections were very playful, if that is the right adjective to use. What are some sources of inspiration for your collection this year? And, how do they differ from your previous projects? (of course, if you would like to compare them)

My last two collections were both driven by different things. The first one was more like a storyline. The second one, well, I was kind of going insane being in quarantine, so I just looked at my dinner, and I was like “I’m gonna make a dress like this!” I think, in a way, my collections are usually a product of what I was going through during the time of its conception. This time around, I was knee-deep in my thesis project when I was conceptualizing this collection. So, it is inspired more by my academic work than usual. I feel like this is a different way to engage with topics I’m interested in, specifically, the curation of East Asian art in the West. I’m asking the question of “how did objects move from China to the US and other Western museums?” So, that’s the theme I’m playing with in this collection. 

How did your current collection shape the way you look at your inspirations, plans, people in the process, or anything you would like to mention? Now, you mentioned that it is more about your academic work. So, this question may mean “how did your collection shape the way you look at your thesis or your academic interests?”

I think the collection is a non-academic response to my feelings on East Asian objects in America. It’s a little bit of a lighthearted satire towards the way that some of these objects are misunderstood in a foreign space. I do think that the collection is shaped with the help of my friend Andrew. We are basically co-creating this collection together and I would not have dared to attempt four looks without his help. It's interesting for us to take a look at the East Asian objects in a Western space mapped onto ourselves as well. It is kind of our own exploration of that displacement in our own lives. 

How should we expect to see that idea in your collection? 

The collection consists of four looks that are inspired by objects I’ve been looking at during the conception of this project. One of them is a dress based on a hand scroll. And then, we have this couple's outfit. I love doing a little wedding dress or a couple’s outfit in my collections. In short, one is a crypt underneath a pagoda and the other is a Bodhisattva: relic and ascended spirit. The final outfit is actually inspired by Andrew’s thesis. It is basically a Qing dynasty jacket belonging to a guy who smokes a lot of opium. So, the thread of all these objects is a fake museum display. A hodgepodge of non-temporally constructed objects that aren’t actually historically very accurate. Museums these days do a pretty good job of cataloging and researching these objects. Still, there are definitely places in which a lot of things are misunderstood. This is just a little playful kick at this foreignness, this otherness of what Chinese elements are transformed into when they enter into this misunderstood space, I suppose.

What does “creation” mean to you in terms of fashion design? How does it differ from your other creative processes/purposes?

I draw a lot in my own time. It’s like a whole other thing. But, I think fashion, at least in the space of MODA, feels like there are no limits to what I am doing. Real fashion is very different. If you were a real designer, you have to pay attention to everything that is going on. But in this vacuum of MODA, you can technically do whatever you want. So, that’s what I am trying to do with this creative process. As you can tell, the way I generate my design ideas is very spontaneous and always changing. The sketches are very different from the final products, as I am always updating my sketches. 

How did your experiences affect the most challenging and rewarding aspects of your design process throughout the years? What were they back in your first design year, and what are they now? 

I feel like the first year was the easiest because we had a teacher, and we were able to say “help! I cannot sew this the way I want to!” Because, honestly, I still don’t know how to sew. I wouldn’t say it is particularly a challenge-reward based experience for me. Honestly, I am a little tired. I love MODA, the people are fantastic. But, how should I put it…It’s fun to come up with ideas, but making them… Let me show you my floor (turns the camera to the floor). It is a complete disaster. But, I did learn things. I learned how to use the sewing machine at least. Oh! and I genuinely do love the friends I made along the way. The people are always the best part.

Just a quick question. Are you planning to continue with fashion design, designing your own clothes etc? 

I don’t know if you noticed but, I don’t like making practical things. I don’t really make things that can be worn. I wore this one jacket in my second year, one time. And that’s it. I don’t think that I have very practical sewing skills. So, I don’t think that I’ll be doing sewing. I am fine with that. I’ve been with MODA all four years of my college and it’s been a wonderful experience. So, I am happy to leave it as it is.

The last couple of years’ fashion shows had to go through drastic changes. What are you looking forward to the most about this year’s MODA Fashion Show? What do you think the audience should anticipate about this year’s show?

Being back in person is always really exciting. That’s something you can look forward to. But what I really liked about this year’s designer team is that people are taking the show as a place to creatively experiment. People seem like they are really trying to push the boundaries of what it means to make clothes, what it means to make objects to put on people, which I am super excited about. I am also looking forward to my own collection but I started very late this year and we have four looks to do. Actually, you know what, don’t look forward to my collection. Have no expectations!

Thank You For the Music: Spring Awakening

Created by Alexandra Fiorentino-Swinton and a group of MODA Bloggers, Thank You For the Music started off as a Secret Santa style music exchange. Music connects us all, and what better way to peek inside someone’s heart than through our favorite tunes?

We each commented on a song that reminds us of what’s to come: springtime. We exchanged of songs with each other and allowed our fellow bloggers to write about what it evoked. After a tumultuous winter—literally and figuratively—it’s time to look forward.


Vivian Li’s pick: Mogli, “Wanderer”

It took me a while to find a song that perfectly embodies spring, so I started playing my entire Spotify library on shuffle and my roommates said no to every song (understandable because we only ever agree on LDR). Miraculously, we all picked this song before Mogli even started singing, so it was love at first chord. “Wanderer” is originally from my “morning ritual” playlist because I like how calm, hopeful, and free-spirited it feels. It has the power to cleanse my mind and get rid of negative thoughts, but I completely forgot about this song because I'm currently going through a hyperpop phase...

~

Oh the wind in my hair

It sings my song

To be a wanderer

And to go on

~

Anyways, I don't know how to write about music, but everything about this song captures the energy I want to have for spring. The wind will no longer be harsh and cold; it will caress my face with warmth and the air will smell fresh. I will listen to this song while walking down S. Woodlawn Ave on my way to school. It makes me hopeful thinking about how I can let go of past worries and live freely.

Nadaya’s Take:

I’m a visual person. As soon as I heard the opening chords of this song, I just had to see if there was a music video. And there was… kind of! A lyric video of Mogli’s expeditions: walking along the beach, sticking her head out of the passenger-side window of a car, being a wanderer.

Something about this brings me back to being thirteen, when all I wanted to do was travel. Does anybody else remember those instagram accounts, those travel bloggers who’d go anywhere all the time? It incites such a specific, youthful, spring-time nostalgia.

“To be a wanderer and go home…”

What is home, really? What homes can I make this spring? In the comfort of my bed, windows open to hear the birds chirping. On the slippery rocks of Lake Michigan. Underneath a bed of sand on Oak Street Beach. Among friends on the grass of the nearest park. Vivian said it best. There’s something about spring that makes you want to live freely and begin again.

“Making way to new beginnings…”


EJ Song’s pick: Dumbo Gets Mad, “Indian Food”

I discovered this song during finals week of fall as the weather was getting colder and colder. I was sitting in a Harper cubicle with friends, and as I sat there enjoying their company and listening to the psychedelic synths and chimes of the song, I remember seeing sunlight coming through the Harper windows and thinking how warm I felt in that moment.

This song uses a wide range of instruments to create this surreal, almost alien-sounding orchestra playing in the background. At one point, there’s an erhu solo - and I’m always skeptical of white people using Asian instruments in music, but I have to admit that this erhu feature bangs. I’m saving this song to enjoy for the spring when the sunlight comes back. A psychedelic rock song about good food and love - what more could you want?


Ivana’s Take:

I didn’t recognize the song or the artist when this was recommended to me, so I genuinely could not predict what I would be in for, other than maybe indie song, but I was pleasantly surprised by what it was. In seasonal terms, this song sounds to me like that hazy convergence of spring and summer towards the end of the school year. It reminds me of car rides with people you love, as the sun sets and bathes the skyline in gold.

I was especially pleased by the erhu solo featured at the bridge of the song as the singer’s voice fades in the background, in a delightful synthesis of psychedelic rock sounds and an Asian instrument in a way I haven’t often heard in Western music. And, it scratches my brain just right. Do yourself a favor and add this song to your playlist.


Kája Muchová’s pick: The Avalanches, “Since I Left You”

The first time I heard this song, was two years ago, the start of spring, when covid was just a temporary excuse to stay at home and make whipped coffee. During that time, I loved to go on long walks around my house, listening to different artists and albums. This song really caught my attention. I was certain I never heard it before, but it also seemed so familiar.

With that in my mind I proceeded to listen to the entire album, conveniently named “Since I Left You”, immersing myself into an incredible music experience. Every song fluently followed the next—I had no idea when one ended and the other began. This for me was one of the most memorable music experiences and so I think it is only fair to recommend the first song that started it all.

Honestly though, I think everyone should listen to the whole album. It will certainly give you a very unique, transformative and refreshing experience, something that all of us really need after an exhausting and tiring winter.

Vivian’s Take:

Let me begin by saying I LOVE this song and have been listening to it nonstop. It makes me nervous writing about such a timeless classic, but I will try my best. The song feels like a conversation with someone intimate. It sounds poignant but hopeful. The vocals are simple but leaves a strong impression, and I can say without complain that it has been stuck in my head for the past month. Perhaps what is so powerful about the song is how universal the feeling can be. It can be letting go of a bad relationship, a toxic friendship, or a stressful obligation. Once you let go, you realize there is so much happiness around you.

Since I left you, I found the world so new.

I can even say the same to Chicago winter, because I absolutely hate it but would not trade it for anything in retrospect. How do we appreciate the warm sunlight and bird songs of spring without the harshness of winter? One time I found somebody’s handwriting at a corner booth in Medici’s, scribbled on aged wood with black marker: se faire printemps, c’est prendre le risque de l’hiver. I never bothered to look up where it comes from but the quote stuck with me, and turns out it is Antoine de Saint-Exupéry!


Ivana Del Valle’s pick: Circo and iLe, “Me Saben a Miel”

Ivana’s Take:

Chicago is extremely different from the tropical island of Puerto Rico I grew up in, and moving here for college honestly made me a little scared that I would lose my culture, since, for me, a lot of it comes from casual interactions with it— the traditional music played in local stores, the food I ate at home, the slang, even the way people dress and greet each other. I wanted to stay in touch with home in simple ways that didn’t feel forced, and one of those ways was listening to local Puerto Rican artists, such as iLe. The music iLe composes is deeply poetic, political, bittersweet, and unapologetically Puerto Rican, adding modern spins on more traditional genres that are often overshadowed by reggaeton, such as bomba, plena, salsa, and bolero.

“Me Saben a Miel” is originally from the Puerto Rican band, Circo, but was recently re-released featuring iLe as the lead vocals. The song sounds like warm, spring evenings spent in the mountain countryside back home, rocking in a hammock and joined by the sweet chirping of coquís. iLe’s voice beautifully flows in tandem with the guitar and saxophone instrumentals in a way that almost feels like from the nostalgic past, and, as the name implies, certainly “sounds” like honey.

I would definitely recommend this song as a starting point to anyone interested in exploring different Latin/Puerto Rican music genres, or anyone simply wanting to listen to something new.

Kaja’s Take:

Reading the title “Me Saben a Miel” I did not know what to expect because I realized that I don’t listen to a lot of Puerto Rican music. The last Puerto Rican song I heard was in my Spanish class in high school and it didn’t really grab my attention.

However, right when I pressed play to listen to this song, I was surprised by how much it matched my current music taste. In fact, its intro reminded me of my favorite band Crumb. However, I have to note that “Me Saben a Miel” is certainly a happier version of anything I would listen to from Crumb but despite that it gives me the same feeling of calm and dreamy happiness.

The guitar backdrop music with layered vocals screams spring which I know might sound very vague but there is no other way to describe it. You will understand when you listen to it, which you certainly should!


Nadaya Davis’ pick: Blood Orange, “Saint”

Blood Orange always makes me feel spring in living color, and I think the reason why is quite simple—Dev Hynes is a musical genius. The song is a combination of sweet, choral-like vocals and the airiest of instrumentals, the musical personification of an open window on a beautiful, city afternoon.

The song points towards a return to sainthood, a return to a place of virtue, for brown and black youth in particular. The music video, too, reflects on what sanctuary can be. In Hynes’ case, he has a jam session in his studio while his people exist besides him—resting, smoking, laughing, eating, and just being together.

I’ve often caught myself wishing Hynes’ music could be the score of my own life; it’s nostalgic and familiar, stirring up a cosmic force inside of me that breathes, let’s live! This Spring, I’m hoping to grant myself the pleasure of leisure, of existing without burdens.

EJ’s Take:

Starting with the smooth sound of the saxophone, this song is filled with soothing but vibrant tones and energy. A lot of the instruments featured in the song, like the sax, cello, and keyboard, make the sound feel classic and timeless; the brass also reminds me a lot of 90s R&B.

A huge part of this song is a celebration of blackness - the chorus, “Your skin’s a flag that shines for us all/You said it before/The brown that shines/And lights your darkest thoughts”, speaks to this in such a poetic way. I wasn’t really paying attention to the lyrics the first couple times I listened to it, but they added so much more depth to the song.

And Nadaya said it best - the song and music video perfectly incapsulates the sense of community and compassion that come together with music, company, and good spirits. Saint is perfect for so many different moods - it has the liveliness to get you through the worst, grimiest p-sets, the calmness for a quiet moment of relaxation, the energy to blast on your speaker while you sit with friends on the quad.

Structure, Silhouette, and the Body of My Dreams

 

I found my dream shirt on TikTok the other day. Let’s just cut to the chase.

I don’t follow a ton of fashion accounts on TikTok—it tends to get a bit repetitive around there, all screen printed blanks and yo ID on pants? comments. That last part may be a bit hypocritical coming from me, someone who scoured the internet to find one specific shirt. I think my algorithm is screwed. 

Anyways, Carla Rockmore.

@carlarockmore: Intellectual Architect or Mall Goth?

I first encountered her on Twitter, a quote tweet of her rocking a vintage quilted dress she found in Amsterdam whose near clone eventually made its way down the Gucci runway. The quote tweet is long lost in the world of that little blue app, but it said something along the lines of, “She never misses!”

Though her closet may be drastically different from mine, I live for the eclectic. As she styled it, just a few accessories, a pair of chartreuse pumps, and a turquoise bag, she made the briefest of commentaries on how creatives absorb what’s around them—knowingly or not. I had to see more.

The shirt. In a styling video that ventured from mall goth to architect-chic, she donned the most elevated of white button-ups: classic collar and clear buttons with a side of flouncy, loosely ruffled asymmetry to the point of cape-adjacency. My thumbs ran to the comments.

I hadn’t heard of palmer//harding. The about section of the website tells me that founders Levi Palmer and Matthew Harding are two sides of the same coin, designers who find electricity in the threshold between opposites:

masculine // feminine, hard // soft, structured // fluid

I kept eyeing the way the front cut of the shirt fell right at Carla’s waist. The way the back was just a touch from brushing the ground. The way it’d move as she’d move. Have you ever worn a garment that changed you? 

Robert Geller Linen Tee in Black

My favorite piece in my closet is a Robert Geller long-sleeve tee I found at my job, second-hand. The linen knit makes it easy, breezy, and slightly sheer, and the inconspicuous raw hem detailing that lies an inch under the collar brings attention to the neck.

It’s a few sizes too big for me, the neckline exposing just the right amount of collar bone while the sleeve-length swathes my hands in a ridiculous amount of sweater-paw action. In the cool way.

It lands right above my knees in dress-like fashion, and in the right light you can see everything underneath. It’s midnight black. It’s menswear cut straight so the fabric moves and gathers on top of even a slightly curved waist.

What I mean is that it both cloaks and exposes me in all the ways I want it to. It begs questions. Are you close enough to see the details? Are you in the right light? What would you see if you got even closer?

It’s just a black tee shirt.

But detail is sensual. Silhouette is sexy. It can create a new body. 

I like my body most in that shirt, and I’ll wear it until it dies. Whichever comes first.

The exact shirt Carla donned in her video doesn’t exist on the palmer//harding site. The closest runner-up is the JOY LONG shirt, retailing at $476. I think the fact that such a similar version exists hurts more than not being able to find it at all.

palmer//harding

joy long shirt

The back of the JOY LONG shirt stops behind the knees of the model in a way that feels intentional, not something chalked up to sizing differences. The buttons are brown, not clear, and seems to stop at the soft tissue right below the sternum rather than the waist. I know these things because I’ve studied Carla’s TikTok religiously. Even if I found her version, I’d never be able to afford it. I’m sure a dupe exists elsewhere. 

Until I find one, I’ll keep imagining myself in it, the drape and sheer of the poplin in constant motion, occasionally gleaming. I’ll dream of it.


Featured image via the palmer//harding website.

 

MODA Blog Winter Favorites

Welcome to MODA Blog Favorites! This is our series where MODA Bloggers, photographers and editors let you know what we’re loving! From binge-worthy series, to our favorite books to some Holy Grail skincare products, the team wishes you all a safe, and healthy spring quarter. Here’s what the team is loving, hopefully bringing you a dosage of inspiration!


Nadaya

Paco Rabanne, Phantom

So, this technically isn’t my cologne. I got it as a gift for my best friend, and since I’m with them nearly 24/7 (roommate privileges) I’m always getting the essence. Not cheap, but I saved up and I love my friends.

I ran out of my own personal favorite fragrance and I’ve been way too lazy to re-up, so I’m living vicariously through them. I’m super sensitive to colognes & perfumes, but this one is creamy, woody, and earthy in all the right ways. Cozying-up-by-the-fire type things, perfect for the colder months.

Aashana

The Ordinary

Simple, effective, and looks great on your dresser! This is the first time I’ve had an actual AM/PM skincare routine, and it’s been such a wonderful winding down act of self care. The Ordinary is incredible because you can mix and match your own routine, and there’s tons of websites and blogs to help you do it. Plus, super pocket friendly––and who doesn’t love cheap things?

Matthew Sumera

Telfar Duffle (small)

The perfect bag. The perfect size. My go to going out bag. It can hold everything I need— my vape, poppers, and crystals.

Vivian

Acne Studio Scarf

I am not good at dressing for Chicago winter, but having a big, warm, colorful scarf like this changed my fashion game because I am no longer shivering in the wind. Purple is my favorite color and this pattern goes with most of my wardrobe. Even my lazy day sweatsuits look cute after I put this on!

Winter Quarter... I'm So Done With You: A MODA Blog Playlist

Winter quarter, winter quarter. Where do we begin?

We’ll let the music speak for itself. Check out some tunes curated by MODA Blog to wrap up the quarter—we’re nostalgic, we’re gloomy, we’re over it, we’re understanding ourselves, we’re pumped, and we’re happy we made it.

Nadaya

Dreamer Isioma - I’m So Done With You

Winter quarter isn’t the one who got away: it’s the one you want to forget. I’ve been playing Isioma’s Goodnight Dreamer since its release in late February, and while the songs themselves instill some longing for the spring and summer, this track is just so over it. So am I.

Life don't treat me right
So I go out every night
Dirty dancing like the 80s…

Aashana

SAINt JHN - Sucks To Be You

The album is titled “while the world was burning,” but my world was freezing. Just started listening to SAINt JHN at the start of this quarter and this is now my favorite PR song at the gym.

“She said she believed in me just keep on goin',” from me, to me. We made it!

Wonyoung

James Blake - “Meet You In The Maze”

Sometimes, one’s passion can become all-consuming to the point that one begins to lose sight of oneself and reality as a whole. As Blake sings, “From November through 'til now,” I also had found myself in a “maze” of my own creation –– no longer pursuing my art, but instead becoming the pursued. In those times, it’s good to remind oneself that such endeavors are means to an end –– that end being the derivation of pleasure and excitement in my life and the lives of those around me.

BROCKHAMPTON - “BLEACH”

Perhaps I can owe the recent renaissance this overplayed 2017 song has had in my playlists to the comfort bred by its familiarity and its nostalgic “emo high school boy” charm. Am I listening to “BLEACH” alone at midnight because I too “feel like a monster, feel like a deadhead zombie”? Or am I just listening to it because I’m still in denial of the fact that BROCKHAMPTON is going to break up after Coachella? The world may never know.

Elliott Smith - “Angeles”

Apparently it’s now cool to listen to Elliott Smith. At least according to the trendy TikTok e-people who probably also just discovered “Here Comes The Sun” last week, and Morrissey the week before that. As somebody who has been listening to him from a young age, I feel foolishly possessive of Smith, and what better way to gatekeep than re-listen to his whole catalog so that I can tell everyone that I was “not like other girls” before they were?

Anna

Red House Painters - “Medicine Bottle”

Quintessentially representing winter quarter, this song is gloomy, emotional, and way too long. This slowcore ballad clocking in at 9 minutes and 49 seconds perfectly accompanied my afternoons spent wallowing on my window sill watching the snow.

The Rolling Stones - “You Can’t Always Get What You Want”

This song stood by me to pick myself up from winter moodiness. Even though I was desperate for sunshine, you’re right, Mick Jagger. I can’t always get what I want.

Twin Peaks - “Blue Coupe”

This past winter quarter was also filled with nostalgia and hope for me. The sweet indie sounds of Chicago’s own Twin Peaks often reminded me of my family and friends back home and inspired me to look forward to reuniting with them.

Aurelia

girl in red - “dead girl in the pool.

The perfect mix of catchy but also slightly sardonic, this song really fits the laid back and moody vibe of Winter Quarter. It got me through a lot of winter quarter sadness and is perfect to play in the background.

CORPSE- “agoraphobic”

Unlike his other songs, agoraphobic offers a soft lo-fi beat perfect to vibe to while writing your essays or cracking down on a p-set.

You won’t be enjoying it as much.

Ever noticed when you got very excited/happy/fascinated by something and then stopped feeling so elated too quickly? That something could be:

  • seeing the view from a skyscraper

  • falling in love with a piece of clothes/song

  • getting coffee in a fancy cafe

  • studying in a Harry Potter-style Harper (?)

    Ever wondered why? Well, apart from simply meaning “getting used to things”, the phenomenon has an actual name - hedonic adaptation. I am also personally assigning it similar concepts - the law of diminishing returns (hi Econs!) and the magic of the first sip. All saying the same - the pleasure decreases as the quantity increases.

    Hedonic adaptation and pleasure

    Hedonic adaptation explains that humans tend to return to a stable level of moral state after experiencing either a big positive “earthquake” or a negative one. This model of hedonic treadmill represents it visually:

So you can see how it accounts for both positive and negative events. Those can also represent things you really liked and disliked, so I want to ponder about how your perception of them changes over time!

Hedonic adaptation and beauty

I am sure you can come up with dozens of examples from every day. Well, me too ;). Then let’s reflect on our lives together. But this is MODA, so let’s focus on beauty, yep?

The first time I saw the night Chicago, I couldn’t worry about anything else — only that view occupied my mind, and my aesthetic hunger was satisfied more than ever. However, as the time passed, I wanted more for my dinner, or else, I would have to wait for a bit until I could indulge in that beauty after starving.

Now, let’s dig deeper. Or rather, broader.

I have friends who visited both Milan and Paris — the epicenters of fashion (maybe you heard about them;) ). From their words, people there tend to be naturally stylish and give the atmosphere of fashion. We also know that both countries are respected for their sophisticated mastery of art. So, is there a coincidence between the majesty of the the French and Italian architectural beauty and the human nature of its citizens? I believe so, and the actor behind the scenes is hedonic adaptation.

Because they are surrounded by the beautiful views all the time, they don’t perceive them as unusual or pleasing— which is obvious. But apart from accounting for happiness, I believe hedonic adaptation is also responsible to the high beauty standards of the French and Italians. That is why I think they differ from one country to another on a grand scale, as well as from one person to another — on a small one.

Fashion trends

Quickly changing? Different? Innovative? For the same reason. I believe that due to hedonic adaptation, our eye becomes a picky fashion critic demanding new, better, and more. So, I am sure that models are excited about the plethora of fancy clothes just at the beginning, after which a shiny Versace blouse doesn’t tempt them as much.

Sad? A bit. Only sad? Not at all.

Now, your turn to share your examples. But while you do, I wonder how you feel about it. Indifferent? Disappointed? Encouraged? I, personally, get sad after realizing that the fascination is usually quickly gone. I feel ungrateful after realizing that “the mind-blowing” becomes “the ordinary”. But I also see some consoling advantages in this phenomenon. We are still talking about beauty. Those could be:

  • well, you also quickly recover from the depressing Zoom sceneries (or a coffee-stained white shirt. or the image of your face with a 4h sleep).

  • it’s creatively simulating. your artistic perception improves, and so does your aesthetic criticism!

  • eventually, your demand for standard of living raises. and doesn’t your impeccable taste deserve to be satisfied?

So hi here, at the end, reader. What I want you to leave with is: realizing that, perhaps, workers of The Empire State Building get bored with the view over time, so you won’t lose by not achieving this common dream of most of us.

Hedonic adaptation is a very natural tendency, and I think it is important to be aware of what pushes you to say “it’s nothing special” versus “it’s unutterable!”

And to be left speechless more often, please refer to this guide of using hedonic adaptation to increase your level of happiness ;).