Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dangerous Designs


Currently reading the tightest book ever, Dangerous Designs: Asian Women Fashion the Diaspora Economies. Parminder Bhachu talks about how resistance manifests itself in the form of fashion and through reclaiming your identity through the clothes you wear. In the 1980's and 90's, British-Asians fused western clothing styles with that of their homeland, creating a new representation of both cultures, while going against the mainstream. Bhachu goes on to discusses how with struggle comes creative improvisation. In the introduction she says,

"[British-Asian Fashion's] hybridizing aesthetics represent dynamics similar to many facets of black cultural production and have much in common with other forms produced by people on the margins who draw from a range of sources in highly politicized, hostile landscapes. Such cultural production constitutes a crucial form of resistance, often characterized by a negotiative aesthetic-which is all that you have when you are in the margins. When you do not have classificatory systems and vocabularies of command, your strength lies in your ability to improvise and to innovate. Music yields the most widely appreciated examples, perhaps, from jazz to hip-hop and, within the Asian diaspora with which I am concerned here, bhangra and its subsequent reworkings.

"Finally, my research would not have been possible without the help of my favorite people, my Punjabi women friends, the 'older and old' masis at the Sikh temples: these wonderful and brave 'honorary aunts' are the heroines of my tale..."




3 comments:

  1. freaking love this girl! goooood job! ;)

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  2. nisha, thank you. i used this blog post as an excuse to bring together a slice of my online network. those who represent an arm of HUGE movement that is happening offline. mandeep is a rep, i'm a rep, you're a rep. hello. - cara eastcott

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  3. I miss mere mammi wearing her kurtas, sometimes infused with jeans, on the 7 line. It used be on her way to her stitching work.

    Of course, the comments of racist serpents along the way, sometimes with her pushing her shopping cart, and lil me hipy hoping along; they still come to engrave mein khon houn, wrapped with where I am now: dikhate hai what I must do.

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