Cats; magic fur balls who have been worshipped since the dawn of time.

As I sit curled up on the couch watching TV I look down and see the big yellow eyes of my adoring cat looking up at me. As he purrs loudly he slowly dozes off and has a look of smug contentment on his face.

Now, Gomez isn’t a particularly spoilt cat, or is he? Aren’t all cats spoilt? They get to sleep all day (usually on our beds or a pile of fresh washing) and they are fed on demand, literally. I will get screamed at and my head jumped on in the early hours of the morning until I fall out of bed and stumble down the stairs with one eye open just to put some biscuits in his bowl. Once he’s satisfied his dawn binge he’ll come up to bed and go back to sleep or sit in the window and chirp at things he can see outside (a noisy trait typical of Bengal cats).

But he isn’t spoilt! I swear! He is super cuddly and loving, he just wants to be attached to me permanently. He is constantly at my heels and if he’s not there he’s sat on my shoulder riding me around the house like some kind of tiny overlord.

Why are cats like this? Terry Pratchett once said that, “in ancient times cats were worshipped as gods and they have not forgotten this”. To be honest, this is probably the best and most plausible explanation for feline narcissism I’ve ever heard.

So, what is it about cats? The internet is obsessed with them and they are still held in this god-like position. I don’t think the popularity of cats is a modern revival though, I think we have maintained our fascination and amusement, it’s only because of the internet that the global obsession is more apparent.

 

The obvious place to start when trying to unravel this proverbial ball of yarn is Ancient Egypt.

For over 3,000 years cats were represented socially and religiously. Many Egyptian deities were depicted with the head of a cat (or in the company of one) and they represented power, justice, and fertility. Due to their skill in killing venomous snakes, cats were used for protecting the pharaoh and their protective function is even mentioned in the Book of the Dead, a cat represents Ra and the sun, along with all the benefits it brings.

The first known cat-headed deity in Egypt was Mafdet. During the First Dynasty (2920-2770 BC) she was protector of the pharaoh’s chamber and tasked with warding off snakes, scorpions, and evil in general. During the Fourth and Fifth Dynasties (mid-30th Century BC) the lion-headed goddess, Bastet was protector; her image and name can be found in royal tombs of the time. We also have an indication of cats being domesticated and tamed by way of a wall painting from the Fifth Dynasty showing a cat wearing a collar, we also see the image of a cat sitting under a dining chair from a banquet scene dating to 14th and 15th Century BC.

Mummifying cats was common practice and some tombs contained up to 17 tiny mummies, complete with vessels thought to contain milk for them to enjoy in the afterlife. The earliest evidence we have of a cat being mummified is that of Bojangle Fluffyface, the beloved pet cat of Prince Thutmose whose remains were found in an elaborately carved limestone sarcophagus dating to c.1350 BC.1280px-Sarcophagus_of_Prince_Thutmose's_cat_by_Madam_Rafaèle

Domestic cats were considered to be an extension and living incarnation of Bastet and protected households from vermin, when they died they were embalmed and buried in specific cat cemeteries. Similarly, the lion-headed Sekhmet was the protector of the pharaohs. Overall, cats were worshipped and treated as sacred.

Due to their high position and respect, it was a serious crime to kill a cat and in the more modern Egyptian period (c.56 BC) a Roman was lynched for killing a cat.

Sadly, in the 4th and 5th Centuries AD paganism was starting to be driven out and good old Christianity came along like the destroyer of archaeology and antiquity that it is and exiled all pagans. As well as putting crucifixes everywhere they destroyed temples and symbols pertaining to paganism where they could.

Elsewhere throughout history cats maintain a position of reverence.

The first domesticated cats were not in fact from Ancient Egypt, but Mesopotamia. Wild cats lived alongside humans over 100,000 years ago, but it was in approximately 12,000 BC where we see the earliest evidence of cats being kept within the household and living symbiotically with humans.

Over in India, their two great literary epics, The Mahabharata and The Ramayana both mention cats. One story involves a cat and a mouse who both escape death and then discuss relationships, especially those unevenly balanced in strength and power. The other tale is of the god Indra who disguises himself as a cat in order to escape discovery by the husband of a beautiful maid he had just seduced. Cats were also kept as pets and similar to Egypt and Mesopotamia the motive behind this was to utilise their pest control skills and for their services they were held in high regard and respected throughout the land.

In Persia it is claimed that the cat was created by magic. There is a beautiful story that tells us of the great Persian hero Rustum who saved a magician from a band of thieves. To recover from the ordeal Rustum and the magician sat next to a fire under the stars and the magician asked Rustum what would he wish for in return for saving his life? The hero said that he had everything he needed and that the warmth of the fire, the scent of the smoke, and the beauty of the stars above was enough for him. The magician took a handful of smoke, added flame, and plucked two of the brightest stars from the sky, holding them together he breathed life into them. When he opened his hands, the warrior saw a smoke-grey kitten with eyes as bright as the stars. This was the first Persian cat.

It is also said that the distinctive M pattern on the forehead of all tabby cats was made when the prophet Muhammed blessed his favourite cat. The same cat, called Meuzza, also features in another story where Muhammed was called to prayer, but not wanting to disturb his sleeping feline who was lying on his arm, he cut the sleeve off his robe and left her in peace. This further cemented the cat’s position in relation to divine figures.

In Chinese mythology the story goes that in the beginning cats were entrusted by the gods to look after and oversee the world, they were also given the power of speech. Not surprisingly, the cats were more interested in playing with the falling cherry blossom and taking long naps, they weren’t arsed with boring stuff like governing a planet! The cats explained to the gods, when they visited for their third spot-check, that they didn’t want to do this any more and nominated humans instead. The god51d816abef7d56baf96c6048edc4c214s agreed and transferred speech over to humans, but left the cats with diminished responsibility; they were to maintain order and keep time. It was thought that you could tell the time by looking into a cat’s eyes. Nine times out of ten the answer is feeding time.

In Japan the ‘Beckoning Cat’ image represents the goddess of mercy. You know those lucky cats which wave at you from every window in every Chinese shop and restaurant, they’re actually Japanese in origin. The story goes that a cat, sitting outside the temple of Gotoku-ji, raised her paw in acknowledgement of the emperor as he passed by. Upon seeing this pleasant little wave, he entered the temple and seconds later a bolt of lightning struck the road outside; the same spot where the emperor would have been stood had the cat not beckoned him in. The cat was thus granted full honour and upheld as a symbol of luck.

It is believed that cats were brought to Europe by Phoenician traders coming from Egypt. Seeing as the Phoenicians traded extensively and with every known civilisation at the time, it is fair to see how cats could have been spread throughout such a large region. If this is true, which is likely, they may have also brought with them the connection between cats and the Greek goddess Hecate. Even though Hecate was more commonly associated with dogs, there is one myth which connects her to cats also. The story goes that Zeus, not surprisingly, seduced a maid servant called Alcmene. Livid, Hera (Zeus’ wife) tried to kill Alcmene, but was unsuccessful so instead she transformed her into a cat and banished her to the underworld where she would forever serve Hecate. This story was popularised by the Roman writer Antonius Leberalis in the 2nd Century AD in his Metamorphosis tales. Distribution of his story through from the 9th to 16th Century spread the myth and cemented the connection between cats, darkness, the underworld, witchcraft, and transformation; an unfortunate popularity for cats.

In Norse mythology the goddess Freya rides in a chariot pulled by Norweigan Forest cats – have you seen these things? They are MAGNIFICENT!! Freya was the goddess of fertility, war, love, beauty, and gold. Vikings would give brides kittens as gifts to honour Freya.OtbqWTY

In Scottish legend cats are seen as lucky and related to (good) magic.

The Catholic church (again) twisted the association between cats and magic and in their deep-rooted habit of demonising important pagan symbols (which pre-dated their religion by millennia of history) branded the cat as a personification of the Devil and an instrument of evil. This took a nasty turn when Pope Gregory IX denounced cats as evil and in league with Satan (Vox in Roma 1233) this resulted in cats, more particularly black cats, being killed across Europe.

However, we could theorise that cats did get their post-mortem revenge in 1348 when an over thriving rodent population facilitated the distribution of Bubonic Plague. A theory easily disputed as the plague was passed via human interaction and not through human-rodent social relations, but it’s still nice to think the cats gained some revenge for their unfair persecution.

It is not all doom and gloom however. During the Victorian period (1837-1901) cats were once again raised up to the high status they deserve. People were more educated, more open minded, and superstition fell victim to the new paradigm of reason. The church could no longer dictate the public mind and people could think for themselves.

Queen Victoria was enchanted and intrigued by stories about Ancient Egypt and adopted two Blue Persian cats and treated them as members of her court. Due to her popularity the public wished to follow suit and pet cats were the height of fashion.

Since then the popularity of cats has increased exponentially and they are gods once again, the gatekeepers of the internet. You can’t go a day without seeing at least one cat picture/video and it is never a bad thing.

Yeah, they can be dickheads at times and often knock stuff over whilst looking you right in the eye, but they’re daft and fluffy and mine is my best (and only) company.

So, there you have it. Reasons why cats are universally held in such high esteem and should be respected as the magical beasts they are. efz5cl8w4aqtefp-700x

Writing challenge

Bullet point your day

 

  • 05:00am. Woken up by the cat screaming in my face
  • 05:20am feed screaming cat after 20 failed minutes of trying to get him to go away
  • 05:22am crawl to bed and try to get back to sleep. Incapable of doing so I either stare into the void or go on Pinterest
  • 07:30 fall out of bed and get ready for work
  • 08:00 drive to work
  • 08:30 – 17:00 continue to settle into my new job and learn about the world of tower cranes
  • 17:30 – 19:00/20:00 CrossFit. I will hit the WOD and then do extra bits and bobs on my own. Frantically trying to improve my fitness.
  • 20:15 Home, greeted by my screaming cat who will bestow all his affection on me for the rest of the night
  • 20:30 shower
  • 21:00 bed where I usually read or listen to a podcast whilst having cuddles or playtime with the cat
  • 01:00 most likely still awake, knowing I should really get some sleep.

Writing challenge

Share something you struggle with

*trigger warning – eating disorder*

 

If you read my blog (which I doubt anyone does with any kind of commitment) you’ll know that I am no stranger to mental health problems and every day is a constant battle. I have talked a lot about my depression, anxiety, BPD, and my general self-loathing, but something I rarely touch on is my struggle with food.

My eating disorder is categorised as Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified or EDNOS for short (although I think the name has recently changed). This is a difficult disorder to diagnose and treat. People with EDNOS tick boxes of both anorexia and bulimia, but nine times out of ten will maintain a healthy body weight which makes it impossible for anyone to see our problem as anything more than the body hang-ups of a normal person. For me I carry the restricting and fasting symptoms of anorexia and the purge habits of bulimia (diuretic and laxative abuse). I have a cautious feeling around carbs, even if they always tend to be the tastiest, but in my head carbs are what make you fat and they’re categorised as ‘bad food’. No matter what I eat I will always have Instant guilt afterwards. I will eat though, if you ask me to go out for food I’ll still go, but what you won’t realise is that I won’t have eaten for three days before and most likely won’t eat for the following two days. My regular routine is that I am completely food-free Monday – Thursday (unless something comes up, which is rare), I always have lunch with my friend Chris in work on a Friday and then eating at weekends is hit and miss; it entirely depends on what I’m doing.

My weight isn’t dangerously low, I’m far from being at risk of hospital admission, in fact I think I am officially classified as overweight according to the BMI chart (and I don’t disagree). I notice immediate weight gain after I eat and feel enormous (as well as horrendously guilty and full of self-loathing). I could never eat three meals a day “like a normal person” because I know I would gain so much weight and even if I made exercise my full-time job I wouldn’t be able to maintain any kind of weight/body I could cope with.

 

 

 

Writing challenge

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5 ways to win your heart

Don’t take me for a mug. I’ve been taken advantage of and ‘lead down the garden path’ too many times by too many dickheads and it doesn’t get easier. There is nothing worse than having feelings for someone and having the whole relationship shrouded in uncertainty and not knowing if it’s going anywhere or not. It’s so stressful when someone’s words don’t match their actions and your brain is working overtime trying to fathom what the fuck is going on; you start reading into ev-er-y-thing and it genuinely drives you insane.

Make me laugh. It’s cliché, but if you can make me laugh you’re a winner in my book. If you have the same dark and twisted sense of humour as I do it’s an even bigger win.

Be adventurous. I want to go places and experience everything. I don’t want to have a lazy weekend every weekend. Days out, city breaks, holidays, activities, and thinking “fuck it” before doing something daft like going out in torrential rain just so you can feel alive.

You need to be a bit of a cunt. I’m a lovely person, don’t get me wrong, but I can be a savage bitch when I want to be. I’m armed with a dark sense of humour and you need to be able to give and take some unfriendly banter.

Talk to me (and conversely listen to me). There is no better way to understand someone than to be fully honest with them about what makes you happy or makes you sad. Tell them if you’re struggling; so much time is spent suffering alone so, if you have someone you should be able to rely on their support.

 

 

Writing challenge

 

Someone who inspires you

 

Ok, I’m going to cheat on this one.

I was going to bore you (again) with how wonderful I think Vivienne Westwood is and how everyone needs to love her as much as I do, but I think my relationship with Viv is more one of admiration than inspiration.

My cheat is that I am not going to pick one person, but a collective. I’ve never really had anyone who inspired me in the way that we typically think of; nobody has inspired me to go and complete a marathon or achieve anything spectacular. However, I have found inspiration from a sickening group of people.

A few years ago, when I became obsessed with RuPaul’s Drag Race, drag queens gave me a strange level of confidence which I have never experienced before. Drag queens are some of the most beautiful creatures on earth and watching them makes me feel like maybe I could be as beautiful as they are, maybe? When I’m getting ready to go out (it doesn’t have to be a night out, it could just be going to the shops) I’ll watch an episode of Drag Race or some of my favourite queens on youtube and it makes me evoke their power and essence. It’s like I can walk out of my front door and not feel like I’m invisible or that I need to hide behind my hair and giant headphones. I can use their confidence to fuel my own.

Some of my favourite queens are;

Raven, my first drag love and she probably delivers the most inspiration. She is legendary, and her makeup is to die for.343CED3B-7283-4A12-BC7E-2B01E69D94F0.jpeg

Kameron Michaels, the muscle Barbie. Stunning both in and out of drag, Kameron is one for the CrossFit girls who want to know that despite their huge shoulders they can also be elegant and glamorous. She also has a dark and twisted side to her, like an evil fairy tale, and this appeals to me.EB5641B0-D52A-4B25-92FC-8A6EC030B557

Trixie Mattel – she looks like no other queen and she doesn’t care, she makes you want to be who you are and not be worried about what others think.31747353-0A12-4E7F-A57C-1D73B1BB955F.jpeg

 It is difficult to describe it, but it’s as if I copy their attitude and it gives me the weaponry to take on the day. They make me feel better about myself and I suppose that’s inspiration in a way?

If not, well I suppose I don’t have anyone who inspires me…….

 

Writing Challenge

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Write about something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.

 

Now, there are two things that instantly spring to mind. One negative and one positive. I’ll cover them both.

  1. When I was in school, we’re talking probably about age 14, a girl in my class told me she hated my face when I laughed. She actually said those words, she ‘hated the way I looked when I laughed’. Now, I already hated my smile and had done since I was about 8 – there is a reason I don’t smile in photos; it’s a life-long trend. So, I have since covered my face when I laugh.
  2. The other thing that someone has told me is more recent, like within the past month. My friend had said that he and one of his friends (whom I’m only an acquaintance of) had been talking about me and this guy came out with,
    “Anna is the girl that if she was your girlfriend and you showed someone a picture of her and said, “this is my girlfriend”, they’d say “fuck off mate” and call you a liar”.
    I think that is perhaps the weirdest, but coolest compliments I’ve received.

 

 

 

10 facts about me (I can’t promise they’re interesting)

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  • Magic runs in my blood. My Grandad was a magician and quite high up in the Magic Circle. He created new tricks, shuffles, and could manipulate cards in a way that would make your eyes bend.

 

  • I celebrated my 17th birthday up a mountain in Nepal whilst trekking the Langtang Valley. In the summer between AS and A Levels I went to Nepal for a month or so on a trip organised by my school. We spent just under a fortnight working in a school; painting murals in the classrooms. Following that we trekked for another two weeks, walking through landscapes which looked like they were straight out of Lord of the Rings and camping at the foot of a glacier. Finally, we finished off with a few days in Kathmandu and a day white water rafting.

 

  • Elephants make me cry because I love them so much.

 

  • I am a qualified BASI Level 1 ski instructor. After having been strapped into a pair of skis since I could stand up, I gained my instructor’s qualification a few years ago and did a stint teaching at Sheffield Ski Village.

 

  • I have an IQ of 157. Despite this I still try to get out of the car before taking my seatbelt off and ask questions like, “where is Lincoln castle?”.

 

  • I LOVE dinosaurs and when I was little I was obsessed and dreamt of being a palaeontologist, that was after I realised that being Boba Fett wasn’t an option.

 

  • I struggle to keep my eating disorder in “recovery” mode.
    If you know, you know. If you don’t, wish to keep it that way.

 

  • The first thing I ever drove was an army Land Rover. It was on the ranges at Beckingham camp and considering I’d never been behind the wheel of anything before I did well! I didn’t stall, crash, or roll it. I even managed to successfully navigate the gearbox, if you’ve ever driven an army Land Rover you’ll know what I mean.

 

  • I know how to take the wheel off an artillery gun, but do I fuck know how to take one off a car!

 

  • I just want to go to Disney World in Florida. That’s all I want in life and I want to go soon, before I’m too old (outlook not looking hopeful).

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my favourite quotes.

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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you– J.M. Barrie.

I love this quote so much and every time I read it it makes me cry, I am genuinely welling up just typing it.

 

“In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded” – Terry Pratchett.

That’s basically what happened, it’s as ridiculous as that!

 

Hell is empty, all the devils are here – Shakespeare

The world is an increasingly more malevolent place, it worsens at an exponential rate.

 

I sing in Greek, I pray in Latin, I ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers; so dead that is has returned to dust” unknown source

Love of old and archaic things holds a certain loneliness that is hard to understand, but it is also special; you can understand the old magic

 

The thing is Howard. It doesn’t matter how old you are. Bouncy castles are still genius.” – Vince Noir

Well, he has a point.

 

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you – Nietzche

Cliché to have this quote in a list of favourite quotes, but it’s so true and it sends chills down your spine just reading it.

 

The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her.” Bob Marley

Just don’t. I’ve encountered more cowards than I care to remember, and each have torn their own shred of me away with them.

 

All every boy wants is a girl to protect from dragons – Atticus

I accept both real and metaphorical dragons to fit this idea.

 

My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” Fitzwilliam Darcy

Why don’t people speak like this anymore?

 

Beauty fades, dumb is forever!” – Bianca Del Rio

Age terrifies me, genuinely!! I can’t wait for when I have some spare cash, then I can shove some botox in my face! At least I have brains as well as moderate looks.

 

“They’ve promised that dreams can come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too” – Oscar Wilde

Sadly, I don’t ever remember my dreams. What I do experience is sleep paralysis and it is the most legitimately terrifying thing ever, and it doesn’t get easier, it’s equally as distressing every time it happens. I do have dreams though, (well, hopes) and I’ll wait and see if any of them come true; or maybe I’m stuck with the nightmares.

 

“And for in that moment of pure darkness, I see your soul shining brighter than it ever has. I love the weirdness in you and the gentle way you make me go insane” – Gomez Addams

Basically, anything Gomez says makes you weak at the knees. He and Morticia are the true relationship goals and the way he expresses his profound love sets the bar painfully high, sorry guys. I’d kill for what they have.

Yeah, it’s Friday the 13th, but you’re forgetting the best part – it’s Friday!!!

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Today as you are all probably aware is Friday 13th *cue eerie music*

Quick! Hide away all the ladders, cover the mirrors in bubble wrap, avoid black cats, grab your lucky horseshoes and pray the day goes smoothly!

Why is Friday 13th such a dark and superstitious day? The fact of the matter is, nobody can give you a definitive answer; just a mushy and vague reasoning.

There is no real evidence for both the day of Friday and the number 13 being joined in unlucky matrimony before the 19thCentury.

Prior to that, Friday was considered to independently be an unlucky day, no matter what number was allocated to it. The number 13 was also a stand-alone symbol of bad luck.

The number 13 just seems to be beyond completeness; there are 12 gods of Olympus, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 months of the year, 12 labours of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles.

Looking back in history to Norse mythology the god Loki wasn’t invited to a dinner party in Valhalla, but he rocked up anyway and raised the number of guests present to 13. His presence at this Viking ‘come dine with me’ caused the world to be plunged into darkness; he’d drunkenly fallen into a lamp and tripped the mains.

Apparently, having 13 letters in your name means you have the devil’s luck, whatever that means. My name is Anna Louise Cox…..…count those letters guys………

In the 19th century American Captain William Fowler founded the Thirteen Club, a society dedicated to removing the stigma which surrounds the number 13. They would dine on the 13thday of each month, enjoy a 13-course dinner in room 13 of the Knickerbocker Cottage and as they entered they would walk under a ladder which held up a banner reading ‘Morituri te Salutamus which your school-level Latin will tell you means, ‘We who are about to die salute you’.

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The reason Fridays were unlucky most likely stems from the story of Jesus’ crucifixion, which fell on a Friday. Also, Eve was supposed to have tempted Adam into keeping the doctor away on a Friday, and their son Cain killed his brother Abel on a Friday (something tells me it might just have been that family which had problems with the day Friday).

In Britain, Friday was usually the day when those condemned to death by the law were sent to the gallows, and apparently there were 13 steps leading up to the noose.

I suppose the first definite and purposeful placing of unlucky doings on Friday 13th was in Thomas W Lawson’s popular 1907 novel, surprisingly entitled, ‘Friday the Thirteenth’. The story surrounds a corrupt broker who takes advantage of the superstition around the unlucky number and creates panic on Wall Street.

It is estimated that 17-21 million people in the US suffer from triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13. Friday 13th is therefore the worst day in the world for these people seeing as the superstition level is over 9,000 and there’s always one dickhead who says, “ooohh Friday 13th, let’s hope you don’t get hit by a tram today!”. Sufferers of the phobia which I can’t be bothered typing more than once will often completely suspend their regular daily routine, refuse to travel, do business, or even leave the house!

In French Lick Springs, Indiana the suspicion extends into the law where it is mandatory for black cats to be treated like lepers and wear a bell on their collar on Friday 13th (see my previous blog about the unjust victimisation of black cats).

Surely, it’s not all darkness and misery for this day of the year that is so unfairly given all the bad vibes?

Wiccans believe that 13 is a lucky number as it corresponds to the number of full moons in a year. This specific Friday 13th is extra special in the eye of a wiccan as we are to be witness to a “micromoon”. This means that the moon will appear a bit dimmer than usual as it will be at its farthest distance from Earth. So, have a little look out the window tonight to see mini moon.

Positive events in history that happened on a Friday 13thinclude;

-July 1923 Roy Chapman Andrews discovers the first scientifically recognised dinosaur eggs in Mongolia

-The famous Hollywood sign, although it originally said Hollywood Land, was erected on the same day

-Hughes H-1 Racer broke the world airspeed record in 1935, the last privately-owned aircraft to break the world airspeed record.

-Black Sabbath release their eponymous album on Friday 13th1970 and “gave birth” to metal music

-1974 Malta became an independent republic. They initially declared independence from the UK in 1964, but Queen Elizabeth remained head of state until 1974

-Super Mario Bros released on Friday 13th 1985

It’s not really a day wrought with malevolence and things that are out to get you, it’s the same as any other day, it’s just been singled out and picked on that’s all. It doesn’t seem that there is anything in this world which is free from discrimination; not even the days of the bloody week!

I’m sure if you searched for bad shit that happened on Wednesday 23rd you’d come up with equal amounts of occurrences to raise a new superstition.

So, there you have it, reasons why everyone seems a little more on edge today.

Don’t forget to look at the moon tonight!!!

Fashion; the fabric that binds it all together.

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Try and tell me that fashion isn’t important.

Go on, I’ll listen…..

Tell me how it’s “just clothes” and taking an interest in shoes, different types of fabric, and fashion designers is just girly and stupid.

The fact is that fashion is vitally important, but not everyone realises it (or at least not to its full extent)

Most people see clothes as just necessity and don’t have strong opinions with regards to what they wear, or don’t see what they wear as holding some form of deeper and intelligent statement.

“Just jeans and a t-shirt will do, maybe a hoodie if it gets a bit chilly.” That seems to be the approach of many. Convenience and simplicity, the choice of t-shirt might be one branded with a particular slogan or symbol; which is still a conscious fashion choice. You might want to wear a t-shirt with your favourite band’s logo, characters from a film or tv show, or maybe it’s just a shirt that does nothing more than tell us where you bought it from e.g. Lacoste or Lyle and Scott.

There are a lot of people who will always purchase the latest fashion trend, they MUST have whatever the media and the celebs tell us to wear, and god forbid should they wear anything that was in fashion more than 12 months ago! However, despite these people always being ‘on trend’ and appearing to be fashionable, they’re not always the ones who truly appreciate what they’re buying into. They just want to make sure they conform and look good, fearful of not being cool and having the piss taken out of them. Clothes are easily expendable and fast fashion is their bitch! Wear something once and throw it away because people have seen you in it now, it’s already been used in an Instagram post so, can’t wear that again!187D66CF-F694-4286-9B7D-F09332DC8692.jpeg

Finally, there are those who really love fashion, they appreciate true style and the timelessness of certain pieces. They know where influences come from and can see how we have got to where we are by respecting history. These people will embrace new trends, but not let go of the past, because it’s the past which made the present. They can spot a Dior silhouette and would give their left ear for a Philip Treacy hat.

True appreciation for style means that you will present yourself according to your own personality and using the archives of fashion you can create unique beauty.

Taking an interest in fashion and fashion designers isn’t a non-subject.

Coming from an old public school and classical education background I know a “Mickey Mouse subject” when I see one. Going to college or university to study subjects like kite flying are not *real* subjects. Fashion on the other hand is a subject, it’s art history. It encompasses design, culture, creation, art, politics, sociology, and history (lots of history).

Let me briefly (but not quite so briefly) give you an insight into what I am failing to get across to you….

 

History

Fashion tells a story; it’s the past and the future. We all know it goes in cycles. I was born in the 80s and I am now seeing the big high street shops sell styles and clothing that I wore as a kid. The current trend of ripped jeans, a t-shirt, Converse,and a plaid shirt tied around the waist is highly reminiscent of the Grunge movement in the early – mid 90s. The only thing that grinds my gears about the modern variation of this look is that a lot of the band t-shirts are being worn by people who’ve never heard of The Ramones (but they’ll wear the shirt because Urban Outfitters told them to).

The history of fashion is known to us all. If I say Tudor Period to you I guarantee you think of men wearing tights with short poofy trousers, and a ruff around their neck, you’ll picture Henry VIII or Shakespeare. You know that the 1920s gave us Flappers and there was once a time when bullet bras werefashionable (yikes).

Throughout history (but more importantly the past centurypop culture, music, and fashion have all moved in the same circles and occasionally they get together to make the next fashion forward love child.

In the 1960s there were the MODs who were massively influenced by bands like The Who, The Rolling Stones, and Rod Stewart. Their fashion was a departure from the Teddy Boy look of the 1950s which came over from America; instead they turned to Italian, slim fit suits, parka jackets, and polo shirts. They shunned branded clothing, had attention to detail, and an eye for classic design.

The 1970s gave us hippies, punk, and disco. We are all familiar with huge afro hair, bell-bottomed trousers, bright colours, and platform shoes. Similarly, we are also aware of the mohawk, bondage trousers, monochrome, and army boots. When it came to hippies and disco the silhouette was tight on top and loose on the bottom. Due to a shift in women’s rights there was a change in what the market and our new society were asking for. Yves Saint Laurent was one of the designers who embraced change and designed stylish trouser suits purposefully tailored for women.
Punk music was the anarchistic child of MODs and Rockers. Bands like the Sex Pistols, Blondie, and The Clash came onto the scene in the latter part of the decade and their followers were a fashionably hostile gang who screamed on the battlefield of style. Clothing was mainly torn and shredded. Safety pins were a popular accessory and often used to purposefully hold together ripped garments, but they were also pierced through the ears or nose. Offensive slogans and images were printed on t-shirts; including swastikas. Savage music bred savage fashion, these kids were angry, and the establishment was their punchbag. 01A4A564-95FB-4C95-BD2F-3C027E10EC0E.jpeg

They were sick of the perceived excesses and pretension of mainstream culture. The gender boundaries were sometimes blurred as women shaved their heads or kept their hair short. Bondage trousers, fishnets, and spiked dog collars also became part of the punk movement; items which would be picked back up again by Jean-Paul Gautier and the goths of the 1990s.  

The punk movement did continue into the 1980s, but it was dominated by 80s FASHION!!! I love all things 80s, everything was big and that is never a bad thing. Huge shoulder pads, big hair, lose fitting clothing, mohair jumpers, jumpers with gawdy designs that are so awful they’re amazing, and leggings (I legitimately don’t know what I would wear if we didn’t have leggings, I can’t even remember a time before leggings!). Music at the time was Madonna, Duran Duran, new romantics like Boy George and Adam Ant gave a huge creative boom to artistic expression and androgyny. Style emphasised excess, expensive clothes, and heavy accessories. Costume jewellery and large faux gold earrings were popular, coupled with garments dripping in sequins. The colour scheme of the 80s was very bright and the whole decade seemed vibrant. Women were now no longer an unusual sight in the workplace and power dressing was born. Ever seen the film Working Girl? That perfectly showcases the 80s woman who has finally found power and equality (or even dominance) over men, Sigourney Weaver’s character is iconic. The New Romantics used individualism and creativity and presented flamboyant androgyny. Popular items across both genders would be dramatic makeup, ruffled poet shirts, hussar jackets, waistcoats, crushed velvet, and Regency era fashion.

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I was born in 1985 which means that by the late 1990s I was only just starting to become self-aware with regards to clothing and as time went on I could start to make my own fashion choices as opposed to the Laura Ashley filledwardrobe my mum would force me to wear. As a 90s kid we were influenced by boybands, grunge and goth. We saw the rise of the tom boy (me) and denim found its resurrection moment; reaching its final form with double denim! Style wasn’t as outlandish as it had been in the previous decade, we’d tried to smarten ourselves up a bit, but also make ourselves fitter. The revolution that was boy and girl bands forced the image into the media of super fit, skinny (in the case of the girls), and very muscly (guys). Continuing the 80s aerobic fashion trend, the 90s included sportswear, tight vest tops, ANYTHING with Calvin Klein written on it, six packs, and those Adidas poppers (yes, I had a pair)! The 90s gave us the size zero body, an unhealthy must-have which is a painful subject for another blog.

As previously mentioned there was the darker side of 90s fashion. Grunge music was a remnant of punk, but also had relatives in rock music. Nirvana were the main grunge band, until the untimely death of Kurt Cobain in 1994. Following them we had Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. Grunge then evolved quickly and the next thing to come along was Metal and all its subgenres (of which there are loads). Slipknot, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, KoRn, and Linkin Park are just a few bands I could mention. In the fashion world this rekindled the shock factor of Punk trends and we were back to wearing all black, tearing our clothes, being offensive, and wearing clothing that doubled us as weaponry. I belonged to the goth/alternate crowd and I would either wear black bondage trousers or enormously baggy jeans, a tight t-shirtwith some form of slogan on it, elbow length fishnet gloves, a green army shirt with a German flag on the arm, a spiked dog collar, and a miserable face. I have since lost the German army shirt and bondage trousers, but still own the rest (and more). I happily still wear the things I can still fit into; I wonder where by baggy jeans are……

From about 2003 onwards fashion and music don’t seem to have such a close relationship anymore, they don’t work in tandem as much. It’s as if they’re on a running track where one is sprinting and the other having a casual jog; occasionally they cross paths, but mainly it’s music which is moving too fast, it’s fickle and ever changing. Fashion will now tend to pick up trends from individuals in the media andpop culture derived from film and TV instead of music.

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TV shows such as Peaky Blinders have had a direct influence on men’s fashion (including their hair). The popularity of beards and that ‘peaky blinders haircut’ had already begun not long before we were introduced to Thomas Shelby. Shops like Master Debonair are taking off and finally giving us well dressed and, let’s face it, sexily dressed men, thank you!

Even more recently we are seeing a huge movement by way of abandoning fast fashion and breathing life into second-hand clothing; a drive which, when you investigate it, flies the flag for the environment and political rebellion (and our pockets).

Now, I know I have so far stuck to the correlation between music and fashion throughout the decades, but that is important to demonstrate the importance and effect fashion has on society, culture, and you can pinpoint a period by looking at what someone is wearing.

Fashion history does go deeper, obviously.

If you watch the documentary films which have been made about Alexander McQueen, Vivienne Westwood, and Manolo Blahnik you will see that these designers don’t just blindly design without the inspiration of centuries gone by at their back. They know the tight engineering that goes into making a corset, they understand what differences can be made according to the structure of a shoe, and they appreciate the reminiscent beauty in a powdered wig. Alexander McQueen looked deep into his Scottish heritage, the “ethnic cleansing” carried out by the British in the mid-18th Century, and thefabrics and styles of the time and region in preparation for his Highland Rape collection. Whilst heading up Givenchy he took inspiration for his first collection from Ancient Greece and Rome. Inspired by the Givenchy logo he was automatically drawn to graceful white and gold garments draped elegantly to create pieces that could have come from Mount Olympus itself. These people know their shit.

These artists and creators can turn swathes of fabric into whatever they want, they are gods!

Their work can touch you on numerous levels.

Self-expression and Identity

Fashion is personal identity and a way of letting people know who you are from a distance; they can merely walk past you in the street and get an impression of who you are.

Even in work where we need to conform to corporate dress code and look like we all came out of the same smart casual zombie factory; people still let their personal fashion show. You might choose to always wear fabulous shoes, coloured shirts instead of white, or you could pick a sexy tweed number with elbow pads over a plain black suit.

You subconsciously think about fashion more than you realise.

Even for someone like me who has a mixed self-image that changes with the seasons and my mood, fashion is still my way of expressing who I am on that particular day. I still have my spiked dog collar, New Rock boots, and Marilyn Manson hoodie; they are the solid foundations upon which my “goth wardrobe” is built on.

To see people who go against the curve and dress how they want is so heart-warming. It’s so refreshing to see, in an oceanof people all wearing the same thing, someone stand out. I applaud that person who has the balls to wear what they feel.

Why should we be afraid to dress how we want and work our look on the catwalk that is life? We don’t do the same when we open our mouth; we openly discuss our hobbies, interests, opinions, and things we love. If you like something, wear it. Why should we be subdued and follow the herd when it comes to what we wear?

Fashion is a double-edged sword I guess. We are all sold the same thing from numerous shops, they all peddle the same trend with only slight variation. We want to fit in and be accepted by everyone which leads us to buy the latest pair of trainers or cry profusely because crop tops are in, but you’re a fat mess.  

We have an unshakeable need to be part of the in-crowd, whilst simultaneously screaming “Nope. I am my own person.I’m a grown up human and I do what I want”. So, then we go for an outlandish fashion choice, maybe it’s something still bought in a high street shop, but it’s garish (for you) and you’ve no idea what to wear it with, but you try anyway. You scamper confidently out of your front door, proud of the fact you have chosen to wear something that made your personality feel all warm and fuzzy. Fingers crossed it all goes well, and your new outfit is met with positive responses and it just snowballs into a beautiful confidence that inspires you to continue wearing what you want because it’s who you are.

That’s how it should be.

“the worst fashion faux pas is to look in the mirror and not see yourself” – Iris Apfel

Politics & Anarchy

I remember being stood outside a Vivienne Westwood shop when I was about sixteen just in awe at the most beautiful suit I have ever seen; a white high collared shirt, shiny orb buttons, a red tartan asymmetric skirt with a jacket to match – the whole thing went together perfectly and held itself almost without the need for a mannequin – exquisite. I looked like the last person in the world who would appreciate and be moved by high fashion, dressed like something that just crawled out of Azkaban, but don’t forget that Vivienne Westwood was a huge part of Punk history and therefore a huge influence on myself and the pop culture I was embodying. 3F8179C4-C38B-4497-B12A-D858E659A29F.jpegEven though her designs are now far removed from the clothes she made for the Sex Pistols back in 1977 I still adore her style; the tartan, the non-conformity by using asymmetry, the tight and perfect fit of the jacket, the fact that even though this is something you could wear in a board room it still screamed “fuck you!”. I’m confident in saying that a lot of people who know the name of Westwood, maybe have one of her bags slung over their shoulder, or just wear a t-shirt because it cost a lot of money and want to show off are totally ignorant to the incredible woman behind it all and would never think that her current work is in any way related to where she started; rising to fame by defacing the image of the Queen and then becoming a Dame.

“I’m bored with fashion and much more concerned about the health of the planet. We barely have a generation to change things before it’s too late!”

Vivienne has now handed over design of her house’s fashion to her husband and long-time collaborator, Andreas Kronthaler in order for her to focus more on her furious campaign for our climate. She fights global warming and keeps a blog called Climate Revolution.

“We have an enormous global problem; our politicians are not listening to our scientists. We have barely 20 years to stop things, otherwise we shall reach a tipping point and we can draw a line across the earth and everywhere below Paris will be uninhabitable”

Westwood also works via the Cool Earth Movement, helping to save the rainforest not by buying it, but helping indigenous people to get legal documents to own their piece of forest; a campaign that could save the land for mere hundreds of thousands of pounds (not that much when you think about it).

She has even gone so far as to say that we should buy less, choose well, and make it last. Or even better, don’t buy at all! A revolutionary stance for a fashion designer, but she is that concerned over the state of our planet, the toxic mass production of items, and the throw away attitude of cheap, fast fashion that she has even said “I wish they wouldn’t” when asked in 2012 whether she wanted people to buy her latest collection. She promotes art and culture over spending and waste.

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It takes a certain type of person to not just wear Westwood, but to wear it and evoke the emotion and history she puts into her work. She is one of my biggest heroes and I love her.

Another personal hero of mine is Alexander McQueen. He could create things that will literally make you cry. Flawless pieces which came from a mind which seemed to have a higher level of vision and imagination. If you can find a spare 90 minutes to watch the McQueen documentary film on Netflix I urge you to do so!

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McQueen was often branded as a misogynist, but he was the complete opposite. He worshipped women and put them high up on the biggest ivory pedestal he could envisage. The reason so many critiqued his work as anti-women was because his shows made the audience feel uncomfortable, and that was the point! He constantly seemed to focus on the victim, in his Highland Rape show and Jack the Ripper Stalks His Victims his aim was to actually make women look powerful, turning them into menacing creatures. He wanted people to fear the women who wore his clothes. He confronted violence against women, something which he had witnessed his sister be victim of.

His collection simply entitled No.13 challenged the limitations of conventional beauty and we saw Paralympic athlete Aimee Mullins walk the runway in a pair of hand-carved elm wood prosthetic legs.

Bringing forward the issues of mental health, insanity and questioning the boundaries of normality McQueen gave us his Voss show. The audience were sat in a threesided auditorium, so that they surrounded the area where the models would be walking, with mirrored glass separating them from the performance. He made everyone wait an hour before the showbegan and the audience had no choice but to sit there and stare at their own reflection in the glass before them, uncomfortably looking into their own being whilst waiting for the lights to come up. Models like Erin O’Connor mimicked inmates of a mental institution and interacted with their reflections in the mirrored wall of their stage. O’Connor wore a razor clam encrusted dress and McQueen had instructed her to break the shells off, she left the stage with blood dripping from her hands. The grand finale saw a glass box (which had been present centre-stage during the entire show) break open to reveal a voluptuous nude in a gas mask reclining on a chaise longue, covered in moths. Glass shards and moths flew across the room in a dark and chilling scene inspired by Joel-Peter Witkin’s work Sanitorium (1939).  

McQueen’s work is something I find hard to put into words, it’s more of something you feel. He manages to make you feel strong emotions through his work. Something that sounds so strange if you say it simply, “look at this dress, it’ll make you cry”. This level of talent and the issues he brought forward were controversial genius at its finest.

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Other instances where fashion has been more than just clothes

During World War 1 women were prompted to work in factories for the first time and therefore required to wear trousers. This was revolutionary in introducing not only trousers to the female wardrobe, but introducing the military cut to a realm outside of the battlefield.

In 1998 supermodel, Iman interviewed fellow model Waris Dirie to bring attention to the issue of Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) for Vogue Magazine. The pair are both from Somalia and Waris is a victim of FGM. They were photographed beautifully dressed in bright colours and traditional Somali inspired dresses, looking strong and regal.

 

In his Spring collection of 2016 Kerby Jean-Raymond used fashion to highlight the Black Lives Matter campaign and also addressed the problems of police brutality.

 

John Galliano is a visionary and sparks debate beyond the catwalk by using social and historical issues as his weapons. The Dior couture collection of 2000 was inspired by homeless people and Galliano dressed his models in baggy clothes with torn linings, accessories like whiskey bottles and safety pins. New York times famously commented on the collection by saying, “which is worse? A Paris fashion designer who wants to look at the homeless as aesthetic objects, or a New York mayor who doesn’t want to look at them at all?”. I have an inkling that Galliano’s collection inspired and was parodied by the film Zoolander when the character, Mugatu delivers a show called Derelicte.

 

Demna Gvasalia brought raw chic to the catwalk using bold cuts and non-conventional design in the collection created for Balenciaga. The show was reminiscent of post-Soviet 90s evoking economic instability, political uncertainty, and disappointment in Soviet ideals. The oversized handbags alluded to shuttle traders and the IKEA business model, turning the democratisation of fashion on its head.

Fashion allows even the most unpolitical of us to join a cause in our own pedestrian way.

After all of this waffling on, and let’s face it, if you’re reading this you have survived just under 4,000 words of absolute twaddle (I applaud you), but no, after all of this rambling about I hope that I have somehow managed to convey the importance of fashion, even if it’s only slightly!

I wanted to touch more on how designers are experts in their craft and the deeper history of fashion and how they bring it all forward to us, but maybe another time.

I suppose the point I am trying to make is that day-to-day fashion, what we all throw on before leaving the house, doesn’t have to come from fashion houses like Gautier and Chanel, you don’t have to shun modern trends and ignore popular high street brands, I’m not telling you to deny yourself of what you like. What I am saying is that fashion is often cast aside without consideration as being unimportant, but there is a deeper meaning to it.

Wear what you want. Appreciate where it comes from. Learn your pop culture history. Show everyone who you are. But try to heed our lady Westwood’s words and make it last!!