Thursday, August 7, 2008

My look (and sound) circa 1986



Large earrings, the kind you buy from vendors on the streets, that look like they were fashioned by gypsies, two pigtail braids with the ends tucked up so that they hang in two loops, the obligatory black turtleneck...

Jeans: either black, crayola orange, or red; or a brightly colored skirt, could be batik -- I had a red one this color and shape, only it had small bright blue flowers embroidered on it so that when you looked at it and then away, the flowers would be imprinted on your retina (particularly the morning after a half bottle of Tequila)...

I wore a pair of tights constantly, even under jeans, even to bed. I had them in black, fire engine red and in this shade of electric blue (my favorite):
and a pair of red character shoes with taps -- I wore them everywhere, and everyone knew when I was coming!
Thanks, Emily!

6 comments:

Emily said...

I want that skirt!!! I actually have one shaped like that, but it's not such a stunning color.

I just thought Sophie might want to ask Santa for those shoes... ;-)

Suzanne said...

Oh, Sophie's set for dance shoes. The owner of the dance store knows our car and starts smiling as soon as he sees it pull into his lot (I'm not joking about this!). The number of different dance shoes we go through in this house is not even something I want to divulge! What kills me is when a child of mine ALREADY has a pair of perfectly serviceable tap or jazz shoes, but some director decides that everyone in a given number needs the shoes in some weird color! No, the black ones we already have will not do! Ugh!!

Emily said...

That "chimera" of pointe and tap was just so... so... strikingly odd I had to share it.

I took ballet for a while, and one girl just spray-painted her shoes the appropriate color as necessary.

Marie said...

Suzanne -- this inquiring mind must see a photo (to believe ?) I am/was with you on the hoopy earrings, but I was still into the militaristic look at that point in my life. (Never quite made it to the Cyndi Lauper look!)

Emily said...

Umm... 1986 was probably the year I wanted a Teddy Ruxpin and nothing else for Christmas.

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...our temptation is always to impose our prejudices or our measure on reality -- except when we are faced with a fact that leaves us dumbstruck, and instead of dominating the fact ourselves, we are dominated, overcome by it. If there were no moments of this kind, the Mystery could do anything, but in the end, we would reduce everything to the usual explanation. But not even a Nobel Prize winner can stop himself from being dumbstruck before an absolutely gratuitous gesture. If there were not these moments, we would find answers, explanations, and interpretations to avoid being struck by anything. It is good that some things happen that we cannot dominate, then we have to take them seriously, and this is the great question of philosophy. If the conditions for the possibility of knowledge (see Kant) impose themselves on reality or if there is something that is so powerfully disproportionate that it does not let itself be "grasped" by the conditions of possibility, then the horizon opens. If this were not the case, then we could dominate everything and be in peace, or at least without drama. Instead, not even the intelligence of a Nobel Prize winner could prevent him from coming face-to-face with a fact that made him dumbstruck -- instead of dominating, it was he who was dominated. Here begins the drama, because I am called to answer. It is the drama that unfolds between us and the Mystery, through certain facts, certain moments, in which the Mystery imposes itself with this evidence. These are facts that we cannot put in our pocket, which we cannot reduce to antecedent factors.
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