by joshua heineman                        ( about cb )

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YOU ARE WHO THEY THINK YOU ARE

matea keeps a large phaidon fashion book sitting on the coffeetable. in some ways it’s completely rad… especially the entries on designers from the 30s, 40s & 50s. but hidden in the back (in the “glossary of movements, genres & technical terms”) i found this gem:

GRUNGE*
grunge was born in seattle’s music scene at the end of the 1980s. youth developed a slacker lifestyle with a dependence on television and computers for entertainment. their boredom was reflected in a dishevelled, lazily thrown together look of army trousers, unkempt hair and army boots or plimsoles. grunge empathized with the horizontally-relaxed hippie attitude and was used by designers such as marc jacobs and calvin klein to market anti-fashion nonchalance as a fashion in itself.
* emphasis mine

i was laughing so hard. but! this also reminded me of a bothersome truth tied to existing in this world: you are who they think you are.

you are, of course, who you think you are, too. & you are who your friends think you are, to your friends. but you lead a hundred lives in the heads of everyone whose path intersects your own. everyday. & these lives are mostly out of your control. your motivations, fears, desires, thoughts & hopes are decided by strangers based on whatever impressions they take from you. selah.