Month: March 2018

…on a deadline, far, far away…

There was a small, cheering dragon, waving pompoms and declaring in no uncertain terms how very much they believed that you could “do it”.

Thank you, Tiny Dragon. We appreciate your support.

So. Website. Things. Updates.

We have those, definitely. New content in spades.

In all seriousness, we’re making substantial progress off of the site – I have a number of pre-written articles for the website (basically the skeleton of everything we need) that we’re going to flesh out once we’ve completed all of our interviews (which should be done by the end of this week).

We’ve definitely fallen behind (she said, shaking her fist at the mirror), but the last several days have been nothing but nose-to-the-grindstone productivity – so once we’ve got our interviews (and maybe an animatic or two to go with the audio), we’re golden.

Have a picture of a quokka.

This quokka believes in you.

…Which is only marginally less terrifying than an army draft.

So. Here’s the thing.

We have yet to hear back from Kelly Brown, the person who runs the archives at USAO; and we’ve said we don’t want to interview anyone before we have things to show them that we actually intend to use. So, pending a reply, we’re at a standstill.

But.

Never fear, we’re not just piddling around with bags on our heads; the research we’ve been conducting has been online, finding links (and vetting their reliability) on Pinterest, using resources like Google’s We Wear Culture. 

So, we haven’t looked at the website. Which means we don’t have any pressing problems with it yet.

But, just speculating, something we’ll have to decide is how we’re going to integrate our interviews with our images and text-posts; most likely, we’ll insert the audio at the top as a thing unto itself and transcript the interview below before we start in on latent commentary; alternatively, we can take the interview and make a slideshow/video/animatic out of it, because visuals make everything more engaging.

We’ll separate it out into a series of pages: the general progression of sexism and the way it’s reflected in crazy Space-Age fashion; Space-Age fashion, and what that actually means; a general overview of how our perception of fashion has changed recently; and more detailed posts analyzing specific images and examples from different decades.

And generally try not to explode.

Good morning Patriarchy, how are you this fine spring day?

So, “space age” fashion, for a really long time, meant dressing like a rocket. Like. Actually dressing like a rocket. The silhouette was conical, like, you know, the nose of a rocket. And people wore fancy buckets on their heads.

Ya’ll think I’m joking.

And and and AND when the silhouette wasn’t actively trying to be a literal rocket because these people have no imagination, the times were reflecting themselves hard in science-fiction illustrations like this gem:

Her suit is open to the frozen airlessness of space and she has no gloves why can you see her boobs do you people have any idea how space actually functions. 

I’m angry.

So the basic plan is to use images like these to see where we pull from historically to represent “future fashion”. And to tear these pictures into little bite-sized pieces I can throw at people on the street because it amuses me.

And voila. Images.

Fight me, 60s.