From First Things:
ShareFashion is a complicated dialectic. Designers don’t just dictate what people wear: They have to be sensitive to psychic or spiritual needs, even if what they ultimately present to us is a chemically pure version of how we’d like to think of ourselves, or what we’re afraid of. They are artists, which means their designs will have as little in common with our daily needs as a Matisse portrait has in common with the human face. Even so, in light of Hu’s assessment, I think we can say that Urban Frump is the external manifestation of a desire to take oneself off the market. To be left alone, to not be a commodified chooser. The 2021 fashion show foretold that the more we become like robots, the more our faces glow like screens, the more we suffer from digital lethargy, then the more we crave the opposite of the sleek, optimized digital world: frumpy, bumpy, and lumpy natural fibers.
I’m going to miss Urban Frump. I found it endearing, but I’m sorry to say that the industry has moved on, as of spring 2025, from Urban Frump to the LARPer (Live Action Role Playing) look. The latest shows feature huge billowing pants, shoulder pads, black on white, leather shoes, bizarre combinations of long and short, and flowing capes. Trinity and Neo are back. It’s time to get over the fact that you have been uploaded into the world of datafication. It’s time to express your inner emoji, and let your inner avatar come billowing forth. And if that seems daunting, don’t worry: The fashion designers will be there to help you. (Read more.)
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