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Sunday, September 5, 2010

THE KINKY WORLD OF STYLE!

Last week Karachi was the luckiest city in the world? Why because the great moi (me!) graced it with his presence? Having been brought up on the mean streets of Clifton and Defense, I am able to defend myself from any slick mobster on a cd 70 out to rob me at the atm. Karachi was cruel to me and yet it was an education that I will never forget. I happened to dabble in the media and even claimed a completely plastic figure from the fashion world as my significant other for a period of time until it got too hot and the plastic cast melted away… I realized that there was no substance in this field of glamour and fashion as us Pakistanis lacked one thing… That was respect!

When you drive down the socially vicious world of zamzama boulevard in phase 5 defence Karachi you must have your guard up at all time. The world can only give you justice if you are in your leased new Honda civic which you cannot afford and your driver adorns a huge mustache… Should you want respect then an added Pilipino maid clutching onto your wailing offspring in their new nike’s is an added bonus to make the snooty shopkeepers take notice of you…

I used to think that Lahore was filled with culture until I hungout at butlers where if anything the butlering was terrible… I realized that the average Karachi-ite is a brilliant chameleon that can hide its true emotions and even severe the umbilical cord from their conscience when it comes to being socially acceptable. To test the true essence of the shelf life of a product one must be able to survive not only the test of time but rather the true test of vanity hidden behind every comment made by the socialite class.

Fashion is what defines a person yet it seems that the educated so called housewives turned glorified darzans have not shown any creativity at all in their lives. Rather plagiarism runs high and only those women who have the ability to buy used western magazines manage to succeed as they have a ready goof troupe of buyers who will lap up every rag they can manage to produce. The funny thing is that the more obnoxious it is the better the response.

Fashion is an art form, it is a definition of one’s expression of their personality and mood with time. Fashion never dies out and it is always re-invented with due diligence and signatures that define individuality. To this date I have seen every fashion related individuality be it a model or a designer that have had a gimmick to sell what they basically mass produce… The kinky thing is that the more repulsive a person can be either by expressing anything against the norms such as bi-sexuality to endorsing ecstasy filled parties they automatically are acceptable to those who don’t make a difference because they are different. There are designers who have no creativity yet harbor on the aspect of being portrayed as completely rude to ensure that the customer never has the guts to ask what their ideology behind a certain dress would be.

If one needs to respect the world of fashion then one needs to understand that behind the sick and twisted insecure minds lay those who have not yet been laid by circumstance or fate’s cruelties. To be a model is considered as a polite way to say that one is actually executing the oldest profession known to man, and to be a hajam automatically leads one to believe that there is some confusion within the sexual orientation of a being… When it comes down to respect and understanding we will have nothing of it as we kill the creativity from child hood when we force our offspring to focus on making it to geek and business schools rather that appreciating their creativity. Females even in this muslim oriented society are pushed and urged to fight for their stake in the insanity of an already downsized economy.

Only a handful are what provide education in fashion and design. The ones who dare to venture into these institutes often come out to face the harsh reality that unless they strip away their creativity and adorn what is socially acceptable they are doomed to fail. We need to respect that being obnoxious is not the answer to selling ones products rather the assessment of Pakistani values is what one needs to appreciate when trying to be a good designer.

Pakistan has a lot to offer and even though style has died and has no direction our creativity has not and there is still hope for those who wish to dabble in the forbidden secluded dungeons of Karachi. If only society could accept originality and harbor those who wish to make a statement then maybe the corporate would endorse those unfortunate few who actually have the talent to make a mark on the international market. Pakistan has a lot to offer in the form of wit human resource and culture… We have long stopped being optimistic and are not creating anything any more in any vertical of life rather we are fighting daily fires and our lack of education towards what we can achieve really is hidden by the mass of problems thrown at us on a daily basis.

If one has to look at the Old Karachi then one would realize that as a port not only did it contribute to being an avenue of commerce or trade rather it was a hopping and swinging stage for all those who are nearly dead. The elders will be able to identify that being in Karachi defined who you were and you were and always would be a symbol of being progressive and optimistic. Today you are not what was portrayed rather the melting pot of Pakistan is the center stage for anyone looking to make a radical statement.

If fashion has to survive then it must be freed from all forms of oppression – being a prisoner of any kind is a state of mental being and most Karachiites are prisoners of their own vices. They have allowed a new kind of fashion to take over and that is the fashion of violence. This physical expression of frustration has almost crippled a beautiful city and destroyed what once was a brilliant lifestyle. Fashion can be the stepping stone for the foundation of a new kind of Karachi if only the people unite and rather than identifying themselves through secular or religious ideologies decide to adopt the fashionable way of trying to work together. The world is filled with violence but freedom of expression is the choice of many people who have been run down by this new kind of fashion.

In conclusion style is not defined by society and fashion is your own world as you see it through your heart and mind. If you are a designer then start expressing your self and drop the photocopied versions of GQ and FHM. Understand you thoughts and even as a city you can define a new kind of style… it’s known as freedom!

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