What I meant by that

I mean, replacing the essence with form is a devilish concept in a way, but possibly only when the difference is not spelled out. When it is, it is perfectly beautiful.

Emo ties and other things

If I were to imagine a universe with a subdivision for alternative culture, with guardian angels and seducer demons specializing on the purity (or corruption) of the “Underground” – and by “Underground” I mean “any sincere subculture that has not yet gone mainstream or externally monetized, and that is still, for the most part, about keeping it real“, – if I were to imagine such a universe, then fashion catalogues for alternative kids would definitely be originating from the dark side.

The last time I really thought about “us” vs. “them” in that sense was when I was a teenager, but back then, and back home, it was really easy to be pure – nobody was selling punk accessories, that’s for sure. So it was all DIY in its purest form (and boy, my hat was ugly – my mom begged me to wear something else but I wouldn’t budge).

Now I am remembering with a strange feeling that I did judge people by the length of their hair and the dress code. Then, the music.

On the other hand, I will never forget how I was at that “alternative” party at somebody’s house (and on the inside, I was, like, screaming of joy without stopping for the whole duration of my time there – BECAUSE I WAS INVITED TO AN ALTERNATIVE PARTY!!!! – I was 15 or 16).

…so at the party, I carried myself on air towards an important-alternative-looking-older-long-haired-guy-whose-name-I-will-never-remember and I asked: “So, what kind of bands do you like?” And he said: “Bands…..bands….what bands. Who cares about bands.” And looked away. I was in shock at this kind of reaction. I thought it was about the music.

(although the catalogues kick ass – perhaps I sold out, too).