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(OBS: mine ord i utheva skrift, Golds ord i vanleg font.)

Her om dagen vart eg tilsendt ein link. Det er Tanya Gold frå engelske The Guardian som har skreve om sitt forhold til mote gjennom livet sitt.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/jan/22/i-hate-fashion-tanya-gold

Det er jo eigentleg ganske trist lesning, men det får ein også absolutt til å tenke. Eg kan ta nokre utdrag frå teksten som eg likar eller undrar meg over.

"I didn't give in. Who does? So I spent years buying junk ? what else was money for? To make me secure? No. How much more feminine to be ­insecure. Run towards the ever-­receding sense of self-acceptance and the promise of love; perhaps this ­collection will fix you! Or this one! And if it doesn't, there will be two more next year, like a bad clock. And always, because designers produce just one tiny dress for all the ­advertising campaigns and magazine editorials, ­because improbable slimness is a ­mirage most women can only weep (and shop) for, came the continual, wicked message ? too fat."

"I used to wander around Harvey ­Nichols, particularly on weekdays when I was at a loss for anything to do ? up and down, up and down, an insect with broken antennae. The first thing I noticed was how ­miserable all the shoppers looked, pale and shrivelled, as if they had been unplugged from something and were desperately trying to plug themselves back in ? to a shoe perhaps, or a strange piece of jewellery. I don't think I ever saw anyone laugh in Harvey Nichols. White and windowless, it smelled only of anxiety."

"Fashion can't, I now know, make even itself happy. I met a 16-year-old model once, in the offices of her agency. I was supposed to ­interview her, but my newspaper thought her comments were too depressing, so didn't publish them. The dream didn't fit her either. The doll was broken."

"The oddest thing rescued me from fashion. It was that I got fat. Never mind why; that is a story for another page. But I got so fat that even fashion wouldn't pretend it could fix me."

Dette likar eg best:

"I also noticed how easy it was to buy a dress, and a bag and then perhaps some stupid, unnatural shoes and feel a kind of brief, bright burst of self-acceptance, which always evaporated as soon as I was home. It withered like a smouldering feather in an ashtray. The goods lay unwrapped on my ­ordinary bed. They looked odd there. They didn't fit. The marketing doesn't ­follow you home. When the stiff bag with the ribbon is thrown away, you are left with just an ugly piece of leather ? and yourself."

Eg anbefaler alle å lese teksten, og deretter reflektere over det. EG elskar fortsatt klede, mote, design og liknande ting, men artikkelen opnar absolutt for diskusjon. Mykje ved fashion er ein illusjon, og det set ho fingeren på, på ein interessant måte. Men eg tykkjer også det ho skriv er ganske trist, for det må ver keisamt å tenke slik på mange måtar.

Kva tykkjer du?