America may or may not have made an ass out of themselves this month. I’m not one to get political almost ever, but electing Donald Trump as president really felt like a dead era. To make matters a bit worse, one of my closest friends and models Saint Mortis moved to Vegas. Anyone who knew us knew that we were close. That was my daughter. So these past few weeks have been a bit of mourning for me. I wasn’t ready to jump head first into creative newer alternative fashion looks. I mean, it really felt like a dark time…
ClaustroClothic #37 embraces that darkness.
ClaustroClothic #37: Black Sheep
Alternative Fashion curated and modeled by Jasemine-Denise
The last thing I was thinking about the morning after Trump won president was alternative fashion. Still, I had to get dressed. I needed to tell myself that this was reality. This is what I needed to remember this day… To move on… To continue to fight and to refuse to let him win. This is what I wore November 9th, 2016.
What inspired this outfit:
I was in a dark place when I created this outfit. It was morning, I had learned that Donald Trump had won the presidential debate and I still had to get up and do normal things. Go to breakfast, go to work, live life… My friends and family, particularly the ones in the LGBT+, POC, and women’s community were in mourning. My friend had to tell her students what had happened… Alternative fashion or anything of the sort was the last thing on my mind. Still, I had to get up… and wear my sadness on my sleeve.
What was the best part of this outfit?
The first thing that I saw when getting out of bed to put together this outfit was the purse my dear friend gave me on my final visit to see her before she started her journey. I have countless bags, but this one… This one was special.
What Part of the Outfit was the Most Challenging?
Bringing light into this outfit was the hardest. It was hard not to dress like a funeral. Our nation had just witnessed a tragedy and I couldn’t be more sad. Yet I knew that if I didn’t throw a little color into my outfit, a little light… I’d probably continue to feel that darkness all day.
What did I learn from this?
Hearing that Trump will be our next president was the like the death of me. November 9th 2016 is the day that I rose up. I didn’t rise up with fear not for the state of my safety as a POC but for all the lives I’m about to wreck making sure our voices are heard. Our struggles and oppression will not be silenced. It isn’t a game just because Trump won. We did not lose. This will only make us stronger and our voices louder. This cannot get to us. This should only make us stronger. This election means that a lot of people are going to try and break us, but they’re gonna fail. Miserably. I wear this darkness not as a mourning but as a warning that in dark times, we only get greater. The gold (that small bit of light) is royalty.
This queen reclaimed her throne…