Somewhere in my early twenties, I began to do photo collages.
The pages from the magazines I’d oggled since I was a teenager became my medium and my muse.
Vogue and W, fashion’s big hitters were shredded to make my art.
And what I found was a deep resentment for what these magazines had helped to create.
A poor opinion of my body and an objectification of women in general.
While they seem light and immediately understandable, there’s an undertone of something more seriously unsettling about them.
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I. LOVE. THESE! Subversive. Those mags will kill you. I am certain they contributed to my eating disorder in High School. (Except I wasn’t very good at having an eating disorder, so was never that skinny. And nobody knew. LOL.)
Hahahaha, I don’t know what was funnier. The word subversive applying to anything that I do. Or your lack of success at having an eating disorder. I am so thankful Amanda that you get what my art was about.
Love,
Shalagh