I met him on a Tuesday night—back when I could only afford to eat once a day—through a “dating” app called Seeking Arrangement, which you can no longer find in the app store (I wonder why). Like most of the other conversations I’ve had through that app, it was pretty straight-forward. He wanted me to go over to his house, at around 10 PM, and he’d pay me $400. Although the word “sex” was never mentioned, it was implied, and I didn’t really mind. He was attractive and I was broke, so I took the six train down to Brooklyn and got off on Barclay’s Center at around 10 PM.
Every time I hear someone say they don't like avant-garde fashion because "they could never wear that in real life," the most genuine sense of confusion overwhelms me. Not only because of the fact that the clothes weren't created for them to wear, but also because avant-garde fashion is more than just clothes on a runway it is fashion proving it's more than just industrialized garments on some Macy's clothes rack. And while yes, I am aware that opinions on this topic may vary, I feel the desire to address the creations these designers are showcasing.