I wanted to share today some beautiful photos my dear friend Audrey Froggatt took of the Women’s March on NYC. Although I was unable to attend due to a prior commitment, I have been so inspired by the stories and photos posted all over social media.
The real beauty of the event was that so many different causes inspired women to march, drawing in women from all walks of life. Below is a meditation Audrey wrote reflecting her own experience. It’s simple, yet poignant and powerful and I hope it inspires you.
Did you know? The UN estimates that women do 2/3 of the world’s work, produce 1/2 of its food yet earn 10% of its income and own 1% of its property?
Simply increasing a woman’s weekly salary by $10 per week in a developing country is the equivalent to increasing a man’s by an average of $100!
Since International Women’s Day is tomorrow, I wanted to celebrate a bit early by bringing to attention to one of my favorite brands that support women’s economic emancipation, education, and entrepreneurship.
We all love the brand L’Occitane en Provence’s amazing shea butter hand creams, but did you know that those very hand creams have helped almost 900 women learn to read and write, as well as given over 9,700 women support in developing and strengthening their businesses?
The following are real comments left on an instagram from a popular swimwear & lingerie model:
“Perfect Body (crying emoji)”
“Why’re you so skinny??”
“i want that thigh gap! cute!”
“Hmm, not enough abs”
“Craving to look like you (emoji with hearts as eyes) workout!!”
“God I’m sick of perfect chicks :(“
“my thinspo but not achievable lol”
Comments like these are everywhere— just type in the name of any popular supermodel and you’ll see a bevy of instagrammers eager to voice their opinion on Chrissie Teigan’s facial structure, Candice Swanpoel thigh gap, or the size of Kate Upton’s chest.
Sure, we used to flip through magazines and make statements about our favorite celebrities— who they’re dating, how great or terrible they look post break up, making assumptions based off of media claims surrounding said break up.
However, now anyone with a social media account can say whatever they want about a celebrity in a much more public forum. The liminal distance separating the public image of a person from who they really are is being replaced by the ability to feel like we have a glimpse of people’s “real lives” through instagram and twitter.
Maybe it’s because there’s a false sense of anonymity on the internet— knowing one can say whatever they want without the repercussion of having to actually own up to any kind of emotional damage caused by their statements—that makes us desensitized to the fact that the people we are talking about are actually real people. View Post
What I’m about to say, I’ve been thinking about for awhile, but haven’t had the time to really explore on MO. However, now that all hell broke loose last week surrounding Calvin Klein’s new underwear campaign featuring “plus size” model Myla Dalbesio, I feel there’s no time more appropriate to come forward and outright say this…
I am sick and tired of fashion publications using labels to marginalize women’s bodies.
This is my body. Deal with it.
Guest Post by Audrey Froggatt, NYC Fashion Photographer
“You don’t look like a fashion photographer”
What exactly does a “fashion photographer” look like?
Bearded with balls?
Combat boots, messy hair, big glasses, and the “just rolled out of bed” look?
Is Terry Richardson our example? Let’s shoot hot models and play with lighting and big toys.
It seemed like things were finally starting to look up for feminism—
Three days ago, California passed a “Yes Means Yes” law, giving the term “sexual consent” a legal definition. It was a little over a week ago that Emma Watson delivered a poignant speech before the United Nations, addressing the importance of gender equality. In fact, it’s barely been over a month since Beyonce delivered a full-throttle performance at the VMAs that culminated in one “FEMINIST” statement.
For the first time in what felt like a very long time, people began re-evaluating their relationship with the “F-word.” Feminism’s use of mainstream celebrity and social virility gave the movement a “friendlier” face. Sure, some feminists took issue with the less than serious star-studded approach — after all, no one can ever be the perfect poster child for the movement (not even Steinem!)— but for once it seemed that discussion surrounding the word “feminism” became much more fluid. “Gender Equality” was no longer a taboo topic, or perceived as a social myth constructed by embittered, man-hating women.
However, this all came to a screeching halt the other night, right in the middle of Chanel’s fake city staged in the Grand Palais.
On Monday, Karl Lagerfeld sent a stampede of tweed and floral clad models stomping down the runway, waving handmade picketing signs with slogans such as “History is Her Story” and “Free Freedom” (a nod to the notorious #FreeTheNipple campaign) while yelling into branded megaphones.
It appears that as of this year Madame Ostrich is reading more like one long winded eulogy rather than a fashion blog. I feel like every great woman whose professional life I deeply admire has passed away this year. However, of all of them, this one hits the hardest.
When news of Joan’s death hit twitter around 3:00 pm today, my phone began buzzing incessantly with messages from friends and family members sending their condolences. If you know me personally, you know that there are two celebrities I idolize—Dave Grohl, and Joan Rivers.
Most of my adolescent life (and subsequent denial of adulthood) was spent watching Joan on Fashion Police with the intensity of Moses before the burning bush.
I’ve always said that if I ever get married, Joan Rivers would officiate my wedding…and I wasn’t joking.
However, my admiration for her isn’t in a creepy way. I don’t have a separate twitter or instagram account dedicated to her supreme being. I’ve never been into the whole “super fan” thing—I’ve always found it weird that someone would devote their identity to someone other than themselves. Instead, it’s more of a deep reverence and respect for the way she lived her life and the legacy she created.
To quote a Destiny’s Child throwback—“The Writing’s On the Wall.”
When Beyoncé stood in front of a massive screen emblazoned with the word “FEMINIST,” it became the most impactful and far-reaching feminist statement in the word’s 177 year long existence.
Image via NewStatesman
Although you may or may not agree with Beyoncé’s specific brand of feminism, there’s no debating that her 17 minute long performance has reached more individuals in 24 hours than any other “feminist” action throughout the past 40 years.
The thing is, we live in a global era. Beyoncé is not only a representation of the “American Dream,” but a global icon that women across the globe admire. She breaks the mold, her existence is a balance of dichotomies that contradict our social ideals—she’s graceful but tough, a hard worker and a family woman, she plays the role of desirer and desired—To put it bluntly, Beyoncé’s a BFD. In fact, Beyoncé’s so important that even Siri knows to add an accent mark to the “E” at the end of her name.
Whether you love her, or hate her, you can’t deny the truth: When Beyoncé speaks, the whole world listens.