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March 28th 2024 - CLOSE-UP/Special Interests

• Mori Kei Fashion: A fashion style emerging out of Japan in 2006/2007, calm, cozy, loose, layered muted tones. Uncovering these fashion niches pulls me further and further away from my cemented belief in the death of subcultures. A glimmer of hope, maybe? Mori kei literally translates from Japanese as Forest girl, though do not expect a moss covered goblin. Mori girls enjoy natural, organic materials (think linen, crochet...), near to no makeup, they breath a sense of freshness intertwined with an almost outdated look to their clothes (and lifestyle?). Not to be mistaken with the TikTok viral 'cottage core', or 'fairy core', which seemingly operate as surface level microtrends. There is something inherently comforting about Mori Kei: is it the color palette, the materials or simply the ingenuity of it all?
• Color palettes: As an immediate consequence of my Mori Kei obsession, I have lately been an avid enjoyer of muted tones. Greys (both light and dark), beige, pastel/washed-out pink, pale browns, greyish brows, cream and ivory tones... I have recently discovered the wonderful world of gel manicures, and have now moved on from my signature kaki nails to a creamy pale lilac shade. How exciting! I have found pure bliss in wearing this palette with a contrasting pop of neon pink, a bright olive green, or a pop of blue.
• 1920s skull caps: self explanatory. Although I ordered a hand crocheted silver one off Etsy and checked the reviews only to find out people exclusively wear them to Abba Voyage?? Not sure if that appalls me or makes me love mine even more...
• JT Leroy: Gathering the attention and admiration of the biggest literary critics and the hottest celebrities at the time over books you didn't even write yourself? Epic move. Disregarding the whole scam behind it and the morals involved, how can we not comment on the fashion icon JT Leroy was. Sunglasses glued to the face, shoddy Warholian wigs and and the sleaziest outfits that would have Hedi Slimane shake in his healed Chelsea boots. Bravo Savannah Knoop! (I would recommend reading the NYMag article by Stephen Beachy for a full understanding of this insane story)