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I’ve been trying to actively engage with camp since re-reading Sontag’s “Notes on Camp” and subsequently reminiscing about movies I grew up on like But I’m A Cheerleader. We perform ourselves everyday, and given that we are constantly performing, it seems like a shame to not perform something delightful. I am a character so I want to be a character. I want to be entertained by myself. And I want to harbor “the exaggerated, the ‘off,’ of things-being-what-they-are-not” (Sontag). I want my Doc Martens to be a sign- a signifier of the working boot variety and signifying some schema of toughness- yet I want this sign to be “off” – pink instead of black, oxfords instead of the classic high-top boot.
And to pull away from the clothes to a greater notion of aesthetic within the images above- I feel more and more drawn to a sense of the magical. Or maybe I mean something more along the lines of the fantastic – two levels of reality – one recognizable and one unexplainable by our natural understanding of how the world works – superimposed on one another. Lens flares and overexposure distort and create a world that we aren’t used to seeing. As such, we can complete the story of this outfit by factoring in the added construction of the lens.