Naked : death :: collared shirt : life.
These are choices.
We choose fairy-flounce tulle and tea gloves. We choose fur. A single earring. A clean shave. A night’s rest in somebody else’s house. Tweed.
If left to our own devices—truly alone in an empty world—we look for survivors, we measure the sun, we go for morning jogs, all while dressed in leathers: mint, periwinkle, slate, hunter, black.
Tomato-red long underwear pinned to an abandoned clothesline : terror :: perfumed satin nightgown adorned by an otherwise naked man : salvation.
Here is a beach where we run without clothes: a rebirth, a washing-away of late-night speeches to cardboard cutouts.
There is a beach where we slowly rise in our business suit: a new rebirth, a familiar regret.
These are cycles.
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| The Quiet Earth (1985) |
LOVE it!
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Did you write this as EKPHRASIS?
If so, I think you may have just invented a new form: fashion-blog-post-via-cinematic-outfit-commentary . . . I'm going to TRY it!
Whether you intended ekphrasis or not, no matter! It's great. I love the feeling and the images. JUST like a wonderful outfit <3
Olivia - :D <3 - Ekphrasis or… “fashion-blog-post-via-cinematic-outfit-commentary” or… binoculars on a last(ish)-person-on-earth landscape with an argument about what we wear when there’s no one… let’s say “yes” to all and I would love your view of Celine and Julie Go Boating.
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