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Is Fashion Becoming Less Gender-Specific?

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Fashion is one area where men and women have traditionally been kept in their boxes – menswear and womenswear are shown and discussed separately, with separate fashion events, separate aisles of shops and separate allotted items of clothing. This does not mean that our perception of the boundaries that constitute menswear and womenswear has not changed dramatically in the past, and it doesn’t mean that it won’t continue to change. 100 years ago, women wearing jeans was scandalous, and in the 50s Coco Chanel made the radical move of putting women in suits.

Now, the necessity of the strict boundaries is being questioned more generally – increasingly, men model for womenswear, women model for menswear, and trans models are gracing the runways. At the same time, menswear is playing more with classically feminine looks and vice versa. Although this is not a new idea in the fashion world, there is a certain momentum which may reflect a movement in society more generally.

A market research firm (NDP Group) recently released a report, aimed at shops and brands, called ‘Blurred Lines: How Retail Is Becoming Less Gendered, and Why You Should Care,’ which indicated that young consumers are more inclined to see gender as a spectrum and become detached from the labels ‘male’ and ‘female’.

This movement towards a more gender fluid outlook on fashion has been met by certain brands opting to provide gender-neutral items, like Nike and American Apparel. Selfridges created a pop-up department called ‘Agender’ that aimed to create a genderless shopping experience, and sold clothes which did not specify items by gender. Faye Toogood, who designed the retail space, said that Selfridges’ ambition was to “create a space where men and women could essentially come and shop together irrespective of gender, and that you would choose clothes as an individual rather than based on your gender.”

Catwalk fashion has long played with gender boundaries, but this was taken a step further when a Louis Vuitton womenswear campaign featured Jaden Smith. Smith openly ex- periments with women’s clothes – he went to prom in a dress and posted a photo to his 2.5 million Instagram followers with the caption, ‘Went to Topshop to buy some Girls Clothes, I mean ‘Clothes’”.

If placing him in a womenswear campaign was a publicity stunt, we must ask why this decision was made. Lucas Ossendrijver, creative director of Lanvin Homme, has gone as far as to say, “This isn’t about a man wearing a skirt; it’s about a changing mindset with men – their eye for fashion has changed. Men aren’t so concerned about their masculinity anymore”

OULRC ready for Henley

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It is time for the Oxford University Lightweight Rowing Club to have a moment under the sun. For too long the younger sibling of the heavyweight men’s and women’s squads, the lightweight rowers in many respects embody the more human aspects of high-level rowing at Oxford.Whereas OUBC and OUWBC are mainly peopled with ex-Olympians, six-foot-six international postgrads and a smattering of iron-willed undergraduate scientists, the lightweight squads attracts the most dedicated college level rower who aspires to greater things.

The Oxford University Lightweight Rowing Club (OULRC) was founded in 1975, and although it is less well known than OUBC, its annual Varsity race at Henley still attracts thousands of spectators. Arranged by a Cambridge undergraduate, the first ever Lightweight Boat Race was held in 1975 at Henley, echoing the first Heavyweight Boat Race that took place at Henley in 1829.

However, OULRC has stayed loyal to Henley, where annual Varsity races are held for both the men’s and women’s lightweights in March. Whilst the Oxford women have dominated the Boat Races over the last seven years, the men have struggled, winning only two of their last seven, with an overall score of 25 to 16 in favour of the Light Blues. Both crews lost by the narrowest of margins in the 2015 race and will be hoping to take revenge on 19th March and rediscover the outstanding form that allowed it to win seven straight from 2002 to 2008.

Like most other Oxford teams, OULRC’s primary aim is to win the Boat Race, yet in recent years the club has tried to develop away from a single-event season to competing at events such as the British University Rowing Championships and attempts to qualify for the Temple Challenge cup at Henley Royal Regatta under their racing names Nepthys and Tethys.

2015 was an exciting and dramatic year for the lightweights. It saw the completion and opening in October of the long-awaited Fishlock boathouse with capacity for six VIIIs, 10 IVs and 12 coxless pairs. Shortly afterwards there was the shock exit of Bodo Schulenburg and his replacement with Mike Hill, a former coach of Pembroke’s First VIII and the Iranian national squad.

December brought Trial VIIIs at Henley, OUL’s ‘Empire’ on the Bucks station racing ‘Rebellion’ on the Berkshire station. With the crews boasting two returners apiece ,‘Rebellion’ took an early lead at a higher rate before ‘Empire’ found their rhythm. However, ‘Rebellion’ held on to cross the line half-a-length ahead with a time of 6’16.  Cambridge’s top boat put in a time of 6’08 but comparing times is hard due to changing conditions and the fact that the OUL boats started 50m further upstream than the Tabs. OUWLRC’s ‘Venus’ triumphed on the Berks station over Serena, delivering a comprehensive win in a time of 6’52”.

Over the Christmas vacation the lightweight women headed to Spain for a warm-weather training camp whilst the men spent 10 days in Soustons in the south of France. The lightweight squads are defi ned by their homegrown talent. About two-thirds of the men’s squad this year took-up rowing at their colleges but lack the brawn, size and international level technique required for OUBC and OUWBC. OULRC bridges the gap between the superhuman performances we see on the Tideway and the chaos of the Isis on a weekday morning. As the 2016 Henley Boat Races approach, the Lightweight rowers will be pushing themselves to the limit, spurred by their desire to crush the Tabs and ensure the Henley stretch runs Dark Blue.

The Sirens are coming

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We’re gymnasts too: just no bars, no beam, no vault.” Few lines in the history of pop culture sum up the general public’s opinion on cheerleading better than this quote from the pinnacle of all cheerleading movies. But just how close does that series come to the realities of competitive cheerleading?

When most people think of cheerleading, it’s easy to picture a lot of jumping up and down on the sideline of someone else’s game, waving pom-poms around. The reality of competitive cheerleading is that it requires intensive training and outstanding ability to perform at exceptionally high levels, and the team spends far more time competing in their own right than encouraging spectators for other games. That’s not to say the Oxford Sirens, the University’s own cheerleading squad, don’t enjoy supporting their fellow athletes or that they don’t give outstanding performances when they cheer at the rally for the Summer VIIIs race.

But it’s imperative to recognize the sheer amount of effort and talent that goes into cheerleading as a sport. The Oxford Sirens start most days with an early morning practice session, proving that you can work out during the dawning hours of the day without whining to everyone else about it (rowers, we’re looking at you.)

Training usually breaks down into conditioning, stretching, and of course, learning the routine. Conditioning is essential, as a majority of nationally competitive routines involve moderate to intense tumbling and stunting. All members of the squad need to be able to perform tumbling at a standard appropriate to the level they have been placed in. For example, Level Three, which is considered an “intermediate” level, requires knowledge of a round-off, a front and back handspring, and a back tuck, according to the British Cheerleading Association.

Furthermore, squad members also spend time performing stunts, either as part of a general routine or as part of a shortened routine consisting solely of back-to-back stunt segments (general routines also include tumbling and dance segments). Stunts vary in difficulty, with teams competing in Levels Five and Six allowed basket tosses with twisting rotations, flips, and inversions. Stunts can also be static lifts; that is, a flyer held in one position to showcase flexibility and balance (hence the stretching sessions), or pyramids with multiple flyers to form intricate structures.

Cheerleading squads are very close knit, with most members of teams citing trust – not talent, flexibility or experience – as the most essential quality for a cheerleading team to cultivate. This holds especially true for flyers, one of whom pointed out that the biggest differences between gymnastics and cheerleading, despite their numerous similarities, is the reliance on and trust that you have to place in your teammates. As a flyer, you have to trust that your bases will throw and catch you correctly, allowing you to perform the stunt safely, making it a skill ultimately far more valuable than the ability to do a layout.

So, how does all of this training pay off? During 2015, the Oxford Sirens attended three major university competitions in addition to cuppers and the Summer VIIIs performance. The cuppers competition is a good way for people unfamiliar with the sport to give it a try, while the Summer VIIIs give the Sirens a chance to showcase their skills and keep everyone excited throughout the course of the races. The highlights of the season are, of course, the competitions, with Oxford cheering at competitions hosted by Birmingham and Exeter in addition to Varsity.

The Sirens boast a wide range of levels, from beginners all the way up to advanced and experienced cheerleaders competing at Levels Five and Six. Thanks to the standard of training that the Sirens commit themselves to, Oxford generally makes entries in both the co-ed routine division and the stunting division. They have historically performed well in both of those categories,taking first place at the Spring Spirit Sensation last year.

When I asked a friend what the hardest thing about cheerleading was, her reply was almost instantaneous: “the smiling.” Having never cheered myself, I didn’t want to contradict her, but I was nevertheless incredulous, having just watched her perform 14 consecutive backflips. When I asked her to clarify this for me, she said that was exactly the point; it wasn’t the exertion that was the most challenging for her, but the pressure to make it look effortless and glamorous at the same time.

Cheerleaders have to smile while they tumble, dance, and get thrown in the air; maintain a facade of positivity even if their team is losing the match by 40+ points; and keep the spectators involved regardless of the length of the race.

Cheering is a sport that is as aesthetically demanding as it is physically, and maintaining the illusion of ease is imperative to a cheerleader’s success. The Oxford Sirens are a lot more than a way to foster enthusiasm for other sports. They’re outstandingly talented, committed, and driven athletes that have distinguished themselves on numerous occasions, and deserve plenty of support in their own right. Let’s get pumped for the 2016 season, and cheer on our cheerleaders.

 

Bowie: Style through the ages

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Bowie’s style has without a doubt been phenomenal – from space and back to suburbia, his creative flare extended to fashion as well as music. Bowie once said, “Make the best of every moment. We’re not evolving. We’re not going anywhere” – a sentiment which seems to have played a role in his constant re-inventions of his sound and image. From the plain Davy Jones to iconic Ziggy Stardust and back to superstar David Bowie, the many incarnations of his style have made their mark on fashion through their widespread popularity as well as their influence on designers.

When Bowie placed his fresh-faced musical talent on screen during the early 60s, he was widely known as ‘Mod Bowie’. His playful interpretation of mod style included the use of food colouring to dye his hair, as well as incorporating the trend of schoolboy taperedleg trousers. Bowie dwelled in the London Mod scene where his singles ‘I Dig Everything’ and ‘I Can’t Help Thinking About Me’ placed him on the map as a rising young talent. A feature with Bowie and Twiggy in ‘Fabulous’ magazine marked the first run of the pin-up style that later became the cover of his album ‘PinUps’, which included covers of songs by The Who and The Kinks. During the mid 60s, his style turned to three-button suits, white button-down shirts and inch-wide ties, creating a minimalistic and simple, yet sharp aesthetic.

In the early days of the 1970s, a more hippie Bowie emerged, reflecting the mood of the time. He created a sensation when he wore a ‘man dress’ designed by Michael Fish. However, soon this style was in decline, and in 1978 he said in an interview, “God, I hated the hippie period” with a shy laugh, and described it as being plainly just a time to talk of creativity when there was so little. The next incarnation of Bowie was the iconic Glam Bowie, which was for him a symbolic move. “Glam really did plant seeds for a new identity,” he said. “I think a lot of kids needed a sense of reinvention. Kids learnt that however crazy you may think it is, there is a place for what you want to do and who you want to be.” The release of ‘The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars’ in 1972 became the era for Bowie’s memorable persona – Ziggy. Inspiration came from many sources: Japanese culture, Alice Cooper’s makeup and Stanley Kubrick’s ‘A Clockwork Orange’. Bowie’s look became alien-like, with reddish-brown hair and non-existent eyebrows. The retiring of Ziggy Stardust was received with sadness, yet it was not the end of his influence as a style icon.

The newfound Soul Bowie who materialised during the mid 70s contrasted harshly with glam. He wore dandyish tailored suits by Freddie Buretti and Yves Saint Laurent, and took on the ‘Thin White Duke’ character, influenced by Bowie’s alien role in the film The Man Who Fell to Earth. After moving to Berlin in the late 70s, Bowie went incognito: he became immersed in Brian Eno’s music, William Burroughs’s writing and Salvador Dalí’s artwork. He dropped the glitter and instead grew a moustache and went monochrome, wearing a leather jacket and a quiffed hairdo on the cover of Heroes.

By 1980, a new romantic Bowie was seen to be dressing up once more. He wore glittery designs and the exquisite cyber-clown wear ‘Pierrot in Turquoise’ by Natasha Korniloff, which made appearances during shows and on film, notably during Bowie’s role as ‘Jareth the Goblin King’ in Labyrinth. Since the late 90s, with the last big reinvention, we have seen Neo-Classicist Bowie: with his focus on classic rock music, he has favoured the reminiscent tailored suits of the late 70s. He has also worn cuttingedge designs such as the Union Jack frock coat, designed by the young Alexander McQueen.

Bowie’s influence is everywhere, with references to his style incorporated into designs by many of the big names in fashion. The Miu Miu A/W12 campaign, featuring Chloë Sevigny, took a strong resemblance to Bowie’s Aladdin and Ziggy images. McQueen’s designs continue to be influential after working on Bowie’s Hunky Dory album, with flared trousers and sharp shoulders. Burton, the current McQueen designer, created the andro 70s Cruise 2013 collection that was inspired by the track ‘Changes’ by Bowie. Gaultier played upon designs of cosmic prints, sharp shoulder and tight bodysuits with iconic red mullet wigs in S/S13, as a visual tribute to Ziggy – Bowie’s fantasy persona.

Race to the Superbowl heats up

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Home, sweet home. For the first time in 12 years, all four home teams in the Divisional Round of the NFL playoffs secured victories and are all now one step closer to playing in the Superbowl in Levi’s Stadium on 7th February.

In the AFC, the Patriots advanced to their fifth consecutive AFC championship game after cruising over the Kansas City Chiefs 27-20. Honestly, the Patriots are making NFL football look a little too easy, although I guess it can’t be too difficult when you have one of the greatest quarterbacks of all time, one of the best coaches of all time, and as of Saturday, the tight-end with the most touchdown receptions in the playoffs for his position in history. Some say all men are created equal. These people are liars, because me and Gronkowski are not in the same league.

The Broncos, on the other hand, have a far less comfortable game against the injury-worn Pittsburgh Steelers. On the night, Peyton Manning looked distinctly mortal and the Broncos’ all-time great defence came through in the dying minutes, sacking Roethlisberger on a crucial fourth down. Missing Antonio Brown made all the diff erence for the unfortunate Pittsburgh side, who were lucky to have even made it a close game. Admittedly, they were helped by the fact that all the Bronco receivers seemed to have covered their gloves in industrial soap before the game, because the only thing they were catching in the first half was a cold.

Over to the NFC, top-seeded North Carolina Panthers survived an almost-miraculous comeback by the Seattle Seahawks, who were prevented from reaching their third straight Super Bowl. Having survived the previous round thanks to Blair Walsh missing a kick that will haunt Vikings fans for the rest of their existence on planet Earth, the Seahawks were not benefi ciaries of fortune against the dominant Panthers, who raced to a 31-0 lead at halftime. With the Seahawks (the Legion of Boom) thoroughly rocked to their core, Wilson couldn’t muster a big enough surge towards the end, leaving the Panthers with a 31-24 victory.

The only home team to take a legitimate scare this weekend was the Arizona Cardinals, who needed their star receiver, Larry Fitzgerald’s, magic to conquer the Green Bay Packers in overtime. The highlight of the game, though, was when Aaron Rodgers launched a beauty of a 50-yard Hail Mary with five seconds left to send the contest into overtime – a pass that would have made the quarterback gods shed tears of pride. It makes one wonder what Rodgers could have accomplished over the last two years had he been working with receivers that actually ran like receivers, such as Jordy Nelson.

All eyes now turn to the championship games. Will the North Carolina Panthers’ fairy-tale season continue with a win over the Cardinals? Will Tom Brady be able to decode Wade Phillips’ dominant defence? Will the NFL finally reveal that Gronkowski is in fact half-human, half-Teen Wolf and thus is ineligible to continue playing for the Patriots? We shall see…

Centaurs success in Amsterdam

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The OUAFC second XI tour saw 15 ‘Centaurs’ travel to Amsterdam for a six-day pre-Hilary workout. The side, which faces an uphill battle to improve its BUCS fortunes, returned home unbeaten following impressive performances against two strong Dutch sides.

The 4-0 victory in their opening game was arguably the team’s best performance of the season. The first international friendly pitted the OUAFC side against the prestigious Leiden University. Despite fears the opposition would be a typically technical Dutch side and the malevolence of a distinctly continental referee, Oxford came out as 4-0 winners.

It was an emphatic performance led by the three goals of Fred Howell on a pristine artificial surface that allowed for an expansive and free-flowing brand of football. Whilst Michaelmas BUCS results were disappointing for the Centaurs side, there is no doubting their talent, and their opening performance on Dutch soil was testament to that. Although the evening was straightforward for the touring side, Howell did endeavour to jeopardise Anglo-Dutch relations; a high boot left the Leiden centre-back needing stitches. All tension was seemingly diffused, though, as the Dutch side ended the evening by presenting Oxford with a parting gift: a European multi-socket plug.

The team’s second game saw the OUAFC outfit travel to Leiden once more, and an away draw to the impressive LSVV Football Factory ensured the Oxford side ended the tour unbeaten. In the first half, the Dutch side dominated possession, but an obstinate defensive performance and Howell’s fourth goal of the tour ensured the OUAFC outfit led going into the break. However, whilst Oxford moved through the gears impressively in the second half and actually began to control the game, LSVV struck from a corner 10 minutes from time and the score remained 1-1.

In his final team talk of the tour, captain Joe Fowles expressed his delight with the outcome of the two games. The Pembroke third-year had travelled hoping for “good game time and strong performances across the team”, and felt this had been achieved to a man: Callum Akass, the Keble finalist, was crowned ‘Man of the Tour’.

With six BUCS fixtures and an epic Varsity encounter forthcoming, the Oxford team could not have hoped for a better start to what could be a promising Hilary.

The kids are more than alright

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I spent some time interning at a magazine last summer, and was tasked with helping to create their new It-List. It would be one of many such lists, like Forbes’ formidable 30 Under 30 roster, that would hit the shelves at the beginning of 2016. Mainstream media’s obsession with youth is nothing new (see Mad About The Boy, an exhibition exploring the historic allure of male youth currently showing at London College of Fashion), and will never grow old, but the focus of this idolatry has, I feel, shifted perceptibly from the young and beautiful to the young and successful. Imputing hundreds of potential names, ages and glittering professional accolades into a spreadsheet, it quickly transpired that the basic formula for making the cut was, essentially, the younger the better: pre-teen artists and activists were the list’s gold dust, and it all got less impressive from there. Reading these lists, I feel, at 21, old. And frankly, a little (a lot) jealous of the tastemakers of tomorrow – I haven’t yet achieved anything extraordinary, and despite always getting good grades and trying wholeheartedly to blunder on down the badly signposted path to success, I am, on the whole, average.  

The generation in question though, the ten-somethings who get me wistfully thinking about what I should have been doing after school instead of watching Friends re-runs, contains such notable names as 16 year old Lily-Rose Depp, model, actress (and Jonny Depp’s offspring), 17 year old Jaden and 15 year old Willow Smith who are both making names for themselves as outspoken young musicians and philosophers of life, and 17 year old Amandla Stenberg, who has been fighting for better racial representation in Hollywood. According to MTV, this ‘Generation Z’, distinct from Millenials for never knowing a world without touch screens, will be the ‘founders’ among us. This founding spirit can be seen in the fruits of the young Instagram coterie’s labours – from starting up online movements which have taken up roots across the globe, like 15 year old Mars’ Art Hoe collective platforming creative young POC, to making music and garnering fame from the moment they upload a cover to Soundcloud, like Lorde, who at 19 already has two Grammies.

The democratising plurality of the internet is such that qualifications and experience aren’t worth anything; anyone can start their own international media empire by developing a network of writers online, and garnering an international audience for your artwork through Instagram is as meritocratic a process as I can think of. For example, artists like 19 year old Chloe Sheppard have become successful based on the quality of her photography and the beauty of her vision, rather than going through the motions of formal academic training to legitimise her voice. I wondered that creating such a social-media sensation isn’t a sustainable route to success IRL, however girls like Tavi Gevinston with her Rookie media empire have proved that you should patronise young bloggers at your own behest.

So unlike Bret Easton Ellis’ constant condemnation of ‘Generation Wuss’, or Simon Doonan’s opinions on youth culture as stated recently in Slate (one extract reads ‘the young folks of today are a bunch of insanely overachieving, materialistic, poorly educated, distraction-prone, conformist, mentally turgid losers, whose only discernable skill is the ability to sext pics of their genitals to one another’), I don’t think that today’s teens are inherently much worse, or much better for that matter, than their predecessors. Some things have definitely changed: apparently because of the socio-economic uncertainty of adulthood, teenagers are getting much less fucked up than they used to, with underage drinking and narcotics use much lower than it was a decade ago according to a 2013 Department of Health study. We’re all being called the ‘precariat’ because of the uncertain nature of our futures – destined to live in far-out suburbs working endless unpaid internships and forever chasing the dragon of a fulfilling career. 

We have been made to think that, after university, we will all be fighting for the same shitty jobs, forced to compete against each other for the same scarce breadcrumbs of a post-credit-crunch world. Maybe then it is the looming shape of a bleak 20s that is pushing young people to work harder, to carve out a place for themselves in the world if it looks like that space doesn’t yet exist. That Generation Z can found a future not based on crippling student debt and apathetic inertia shouldn’t make me jealous or bitter. There’s enough time for us all. 

An Englishman Abroad: One man and his NBA experience

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It was with excitement and trepidation, I must admit, that I left the dreaming spires of Oxford for the bright lights of London, all in the name of being a dedicated sports fan. This is not an uncommon occurrence for me, as I often return to the capital for football or rugby matches.

However, this time my destination was neither Wembley, nor Twickenham but rather the O2 Arena, a venue more often associated with One Direction tours than elite sporting fixtures, but tonight that cavernous arena was transformed into an All American basketball stadium with all the requisite bells and whistles. The English sporting fan experience is fairly standardised: a few quick pints before the match, and polite applause at various point of interest. Then at half time it’s time for another pint accompanied by a pie or sausage roll. Fans watch the second half with the same polite attention as they did the first half. Afterwards everyone trudges off home content with a win, loss or draw, secure in the knowledge they’ll all be back a week later to perform this ritual once more.

As I was soon to discover this is rather different for Americans. It seems that just having sport as entertainment isn’t enough.

Upon entering the O2 I therefore found myself in what I can only describe as a mix between a nightclub and a sports stadium. There was the court below me, the benches for the players, water, towels, officials – everything one would expect to see. More unexpected was the strobe lighting which fl ashed from every available nook and cranny, all whilst DJ ‘D Strong’ played some banging club remixes that wouldn’t be out of place upstairs in Bridge on a Thursday.

I relaxed as the players emerged, thinking that the game was about to get underway, but how wrong I was. What occurred next was a mixture of incredible showmanship and corny patriotism that made me a little bit sick in my mouth. All the players lined up and the DJ stopped playing so the announcer could ask everyone to “stand up and remove their caps for the national anthems”, which this Englishman did with more than an ounce of scepticism. As the anthems were sung, huge fl ags were unfurled from the ceiling and a montage of American and British military action was shown so we could ‘honour the troops’. A booming voice announced the starting line-ups, with each player running out and performing a unique ritualistic handshake comprising of shoulder-bumps and hi-fives with their teammates. All the while, smoke billowed and mascots breakdanced in the middle of the court.

Eventually it seemed that the organisers had run out of ideas of how to waste more time, resources and sponsors’ money and finally the action got underway. It is clear to any spectator that basketball as a sport is fast-paced and exciting, with lots of athleticism, tactical movement and precise accuracy. But it also typifi es the short attention span of the majority of the American public. Not content with a patient build- up of play, the teams are expected to shoot within 24 seconds, accompanied of course with a background cacophony of pop remixes.

The frequent time-outs and breaks at the end of each quarter bring with them no respite.It seems that Americans cannot fathom having nothing to entertain them whilst the players take a rest. Accordingly, they are satiated with a mix of scantily-clad female dancers and the ‘Kiss Cam’, which forces selected couples to engage in PDA whilst their faces are projected onto a giant jumbotron. American celebrity culture permeated this event, which in my opinion degraded the gravitas owed to a sporting occasion. The players on court who deserved the most coverage and attention were often left sidelined as the crowd focused on the jumbotron as it picked out a Z-list audience of celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay, footballers such as Robert Pirès and Didier Drogba and popstar Fleur East.

The game itself was as close as it gets and at the end of the four quarters the score was a nailbiting 96-96. However, I had forgotten that the American mindset isn’t programmed to fathom a draw. It it implausible for them not have a winner and a loser. Thus, it seems, the show must go on until one side can be crowned superior. So we endured another five minutes of thumping bass and competitive sport until eventually the Toronto Raptors emerged victorious.

I left the O2 exhausted and enthralled, yet somewhat dizzy and with a headache. Whether that was a case of bright lights, loud music and consistently hearing American accents for two and a half hours I’m unsure. Or maybe it was simply because I didn’t have the money to buy a £5 bottle of water. Maybe I’ll be back, maybe I won’t. All I know is that this was the maddest sports match I have ever been to.

Lamenting fashion’s familiar face

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When I first walked into the Metropolitan Museum’s Jacqueline de Ribes: The Art of Style exhibition a couple of weeks ago, I was struck by the dark atmosphere, punctuated throughout with sharp spotlights, and the huge fi lm being played in black and white directly across from the entryway. The two-room exhibition, designed as a loop around a centre space with short videos playing, gives off the air of a high-class cocktail party with music streaming and mannequins touting sumptuous dresses in brilliant colors, poised as if preparing for the flash of a camera and a subsequent feature in a socialites tabloid. Another large film screen greets you as you enter the second room to the right of the lengthy entrance, which is in itself part of a strategy aimed at isolating the whole exhibition from the rest of the museum’s more sunlit rooms with its long flight of descending block-like stairs. Passing the massive profi les of De Ribes’s strikingly angular face, which was often shielded by some sort of half-veil or piece of tool and highlighted by chignon bun, as well as videos of her at work streaming quietly and continuously and blending in with the murmur of people walking past, I wondered what could make someone who designed such clothing so much more interesting to people today than her actual designs.

As an aristocrat born in 1920s France and later married at a young age to a Vicomte, Jacqueline’s struggle to become a designer was less economic and more personal, since her new family did not support her career. Even still, she began designing for ballets, theatre productions and her own society events, which were perhaps the best place for her to advertise her creations. Coco Chanel, despite having been raised in an orphanage, which was also where she learned to sew, likewise got her start designing for high-society women for whom she made custom hats in early 20th century Paris. She was only later able to expand her product base into other garments and perfumes. Karl Lagerfeld, who started a bit later and remains an active and present fi gure on red carpets today, was born into a wealthy though not aristocratic family who allowed him to move at a young age to Paris to pursue design. There he entered design competitions and soon began to work under more established designers like Balmain. He now works with several brands including his own and Chanel.

Designers of the early 20th century are known so well today because they supported their businesses through their own unique personas as much as they did through their actual designs. When clothes were very often still handmade in the average household, the lives and identities of the designers of such upscale clothing were inextricably linked to the image of their own company.

The wearing of mass-produced (or ready-towear) clothing items is still a relatively recent phenomenon, fuelled by the growth of the textile industry in the later nineteenth century as well as the adoption of assembly-line practices from the auto industry. Although some ready-to wear items were developed in the early- to mid-1800s, such options didn’t become popular until factory-made fabric became more readily available.

I even recall photos of my own parents in garments handmade by both of my grandmothers up until the late 1960s (all of which tended to look something like the curtainsturned-play clothes from The Sound of Music to the chagrin of my parents’ 12-year-old selves).

In the fashion world today there are still success stories to be found of fashion designers making miraculous entries into the world of design from more humble beginnings, perhaps most visibly those of designers who have entered televised competitions such as Project Runway.

Yet large corporations still supply a huge portion of the clothing that we wear. While some of these corporations claim to have sustainable and humanitarian business practices, others continue to be successful whilst running their businesses through slave-labour and underpaid workers. People often cite the cheaper cost of mass-produced goods as the main reason why they continue to buy from such companies, and of course, those people shouldn’t be blamed for taking the most economical route available to them.

Still, if some people have begun in recent years to swap out mass-produced foods for organic and sustainably-sourced products, wouldn’t it also be worth a try to do the same with our clothing? Where nudism, which I suppose would be the vegetarianism of clothing, is not yet widely socially acceptable or even practical in the colder months, we need a solution that goes beyond boycotting certain companies.

While for the immediate future it may seem more economically practical for a person to buy clothes from the cheapest seller, if more and more people began to buy their clothes from local seamstresses and designers, the demand for these items would grow and the descriptors ‘bespoke’ or ‘handmade’ would no longer have the social cachet that it has today. While for now ‘bespoke’ has begun to connote something nearly on par with designer labels, it could soon come to connote something more personal and responsibly sourced for all of us.

Though I could never pretend to be a specialist in the economics of the fashion industry, it is an interesting idea to consider that we could all be dressing a lot more uniquely, a lot more personally and a lot more conscientiously if we took a page out of our past.

Along with the advent of greater amounts of leisure time for the middle classes came the desire for more, and more varied, kinds of clothing that could be made in less time and for less money. This desire drove onward the consumption of mass-produced goods to the point where we now have lost touch with where our clothing comes from and the people that design and put it together.

Unlike in the era of De Ribes, the most successful design companies today are those at which the designers seem the most disconnected from what we see in the stores, with many of the largest fashion houses having been taken over by figures other than their founders and practically all labour taken from abroad. The upstart designers of the past can now be mythologized simply because we cannot relate any longer to the personal relationships that they had with the clothes they made and the people who wore them.

Still, the fashion industry is not without hope in this regard, and online shopping centres such as Etsy and Handmade at Amazon encourage people to buy one-of-a-kind items from individual sellers in a format that is convenient, thoroughly modern and, more importantly, cheap. I, for one, will try to make the switch

Culture Corner: The English country house

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“The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.” — P.G. Wodehouse

It seems that almost wherever you go in literature, the long shadow of the English country house is always with us. “An Englishman’s house is his castle,” the saying goes, and we just can’t seem to escape these old Edwardian haunts – whether it’s in Waugh’s Bridshead Revisited, Ishiguru’s Remains of the Day or Wodehouse’s adventures of Jeeves & Wooster, the stately home is always lurking smartly in the background, a constant background to long summer evenings on the lawns or high tea in the dressing room. And that’s not to mention its more recent resurgence in programmes such as Downton Abbey and our obsession with and romanticisation of the upstairs-downstairs life.

These places seem to be imbued with some sort of mysticism that we just can’t let go of. The country house way of life died out in the 1920s, after many heirs to these homes and the servants that kept them running died in the Great War. By the 1930s they had become an anachronism, and by the 1970s they were veritable fossils. So why do they mean so much more to us, and why do they keep recurring in our collective memory?

The answer, perhaps, is the wonderful prism they give through which we can explore other worlds. With Wodehouse we can revel in the glorious farce and decadence of the era; with Ishiguru we shudder at the dark secrets they contain; in Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, the country house even becomes one of the main characters in the novel. The English country house in literature is ambiguous and varied – and it’s here to stay.