I welcome every attack against the fashion industry and its ideals.

7 marraskuun, 201430 tammikuun, 2019 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Vanity. Beauty. Death. About us. Style of ours tell for those who are observing a tale. Those who pay attention to our paying attention. Our interest to give an outer message without saying a word. Telling of our values to those who are interested in making an opinion, opinionated image of a person to go for, stick to or discard, an identity to like or not. It can be pretty extreme, fascist and casting a curse. How we dress, for what, for who. What are we saying via fashion is quite much and still not that interesting. Protection can be so secondary, but survival is an acute need, to please and find similar kinds. What we want to look like, that there is a message on us, much telling instantly to approve or not. Fashion is the extra layer in clothing and accessories called the personal touch, attitude, wealth, personal choice of appearance, ideology via ownership fashion owning a person. Thinking of possessing a style, someone, wearing a style to belong, a set of ideas to stand for. Being a master of style stands for what, why master style? How personal are we nowadays is matter of an opinion, but we need to stay warm. There is out of fashion, there are the in things, fabulousness, expensiveness, costly in many ways like gold, sex and youth in glitter (but do we care, because the attitude is not to give a fuck, clicky clack). Sound, smell, instant flash of couple of seconds in which we decide whether we like or not. What we think, think, think, think. We like, like, like, like. What kind of thoughts are there to like.

To rule, to dictate, to own, to stand for. What stands out?

We do not want to express banality but luxury, sexiness, gender, affording a way of life and having age, youthfulness. That is what we choose thinking we are extraordinary with good taste, affording the taste with luring alive sexuality, position and stylishness to belong to. Style stands for knowledgeable in some ways, up to a point. Those up to date people who follow their time in context of constantly changing image of what is good to be and how to live in speed. Spending and consuming in a fast train to live a little. It’s a party. Making money, spending resources, being free to do so, having time and taking over space. How much fashion and trends represents personality, time, desires, how much people, who choose trends represent people wearing those trends, those buying trends. Superhero trendsetter choose how to look, what to represent. The chosen men and women with magic to give.

What is there to represent. If models would be average street walkers fashion would be very different not in an uninteresting way. Average is not what most want to be, but original. It is the average street-walker who spend and follow. Outstanding is cool. What is cheap? To stand out like nobody else or go with the crowd. Body shape and size dictate a lot in forms and shapes of clothes and how things look on human figure. Fashion is a necessity for us to feel good about ourselves, to express ourselves, but we can get obsessed and fucked up as we pay a lot of attention to appearance. It is not pointless nor useless. It is not useless to criticize fashion industry. Looking ab fab is rotten, a slippery road to break our backbone. It is not unimportant how clothes are manufactured, what they are made of and how we choose the clothes we wear. How we exclude and include, forget and do not see.

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bonkersdom – ”CLC” (that’s ”Courtney Love Cobain”) travels the world, texting and tweeting her barely lucid missives from the frontline of fashion, fabulousness and utter bonkersdom.

Accuracy of breathing

1 marraskuun, 20145 elokuun, 2019 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Holding breath, inhaling as deeply as I can, holding breath, exhaling through my nose as I think how I breathe, as I think I know how to breathe and where breath goes, what does it do, what is in breath, the quantity of air near me, the quality of air pulled and pushed, moved, circulated fresh, used, in the air that I must have in me that it is not just Oxygen, but Carbon dioxide, Nitrogen, Argon, water, Neon, Methane plus pollution. I don’t have to know the technique of breathing, but I can develop better at breathing and I can think what is it I pull in my lungs, in my cells and my blood. How what I have been breathing becomes me, how it can be measured and calculated and what it can tell about me as an organism, an individual and a human. How many times I breathe when I do not think about it, how long can I hold my breath, how long can I run without losing breath.

Things that breathe has, people and animals having breath, breath entails, it hides, breath that smells, breath that has speed reveals us, keeps us living as parts of this world breathing particles of the atmosphere. Vapor of breath in cold weather, heavy breath. I have to puffer and blow to make a visible steamy mark in the air, something I like doing. World is under breath, we are under breath, us breathing, under a breathing monster with big vicious looking mouth that we fear, many monsters with mouths channeling air and lungs breathing the same gas. To end up in a mouth of a monster is like being connected and disconnected repeatedly. The contradiction as we think the hugeness of a monster when it is in the little particles in the air. The thought that there is a monster, where is it and what is it like.

There is no danger, no hurry in breathing. There is this relaxed moment of having unconscious movement of lungs, me observing my body doing its thing, keeping me alive, realizing its nature, my nature. The many times I breathe per minute and how short a time it is that I lose my consciousness if I cannot have a breath.

31 lokakuun, 201414 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Not adopting any method to be faster, not adjusting myself according to what is, but still I am.

29 lokakuun, 201428 kesäkuun, 2019 | Henna Timanttimetsä

drop something, pick it up
drop something, pick it up
drop something, pick it up

turn the lock, open the door
turn the lock, open the door
turn the lock, open the door

move the chair, sit on it
move the chair, sit on it
move the chair, sit on it

sit on a chair, straighten your back
sit on a chair, straighten your back
sit on a chair, straighten your back

do it backwards, open your mouth
do it backwards, think about your mouth
do it backwards, show me your tongue

2000

27 lokakuun, 201418 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

2001

Sounds as chanting this world, Christ is crisis. Chanting in crisis. Chanting an end.

27 lokakuun, 201411 joulukuun, 2020 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Call it divine, call it repetition of the name, repetition of the sound, call it repetition of the act, the same movement, the same fear and hate in the call,
do not expect the same, expect the worst, do not expect the sane, expect lunacy, expect your narrowest nightmare corridor with mass of people in it with you unable to breathe, with them and their smells unwashed.
Call it hypothetical trust, blind hypothetical trust, insane hypothetical belief, expect the unseen, the unknown purity command, fury, need to make the idea of purity happen in black. See the flag, see the scarfs, see the eyes. Nothing will turn their heads around from this mission. Nothing. Crisis is in the not negotiable, in the smallest space, in the smallest breaths inhaled, in passing out with the rest.
ThreatExpect the crisis, threatExpect the hurt, threatExpect the ill, it will come, it will be a terrorist, call it a terrorist, call it an organizationTerrrrrrrrroriiiiiist, Terrrrrrrrrrrroriiiiist! It will be an explosion, a blast. Call it what you will, call it fear, terror, tyranny, call it many of who were hurt, many of those who are dead. Call it your blind heart, call it the answer of the kind heart.

It is not a comical POW. It is not a comical savage. It is the hidden savage of Christ, the one you deny, the one you do not want to acknowledge, because it is in you, in your religion. Smell of the divine captivated, taken, imprisoned. Moral imperative making monsters, sounds of this world, being a monster in an acceptable way, the same way as chanting righteousness, justice, superiority. Us and them, heaven and threat, Paradise of safety and Hell for the uncovered. Those who did what they had to do. Those who accomplish God’s plan to save what there is for us to be saved, next to nothing. Standing next to nothing, next to a plan of salvation drawn onto ground.

Finisterra maailmanloppu the end of the world

24 lokakuun, 201418 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

It is in repeat, in repetition that is not changed, pattern that is not questioned.
A constant need for something, to be something with that something gained, that needs to be named.
What happens, what will I make happen in this idea of constant, a moment that is moving, a movement of individuals of constant, making moves to make a change that does not eventually end up changing much, or anything.

The end of the world and a world is when worlds of mine and yours come to an end as they were, as we obviously have learned to know them and as we have lived them. To live a world and to end a world as it is a possession and is many worlds simultaneously. World is an it and them, an I, a persona. Worlds as minds and bodies, a body which we penetrate violently without reaching the world we wanted. Because we do not understand our hostility, strangeness of our own which is an obvious part of the world, the unknown. We escape it, because we are afraid of it. We try to possess and destroy strangeness of that other, but never of our own. We just silence it, the it in us, hide it to nonexistence and solitude.