Interlude - Hang Time with Jenn Im







373 - What Even is a Blog?

Top - c/o Dimepiece, Shorts - eBay, Shoes - JC Mulders

I think that the internet is chronicling a major change in our species' communication methods. If you think about it, originally, we were visual cultures. We told stories with our hands and drew pictures in the sand and on rocks and on each others' bodies with earth-derived paints. Then, we developed language. And through language, we found new ways to tell stories, with just symbols and sounds. Our visual culture changes from perceiving the ideas through movement to understanding the concepts through the shapes of letters as they appeared on a page. And for a while, it was the power of the written word that controlled our societies. Those who could read, who had access to texts, who could truly understand what was being said by Kings and by Gods and by Lords and by Landowners -- they interpreted things as they chose and passed it down to the illiterate masses. The printing press, when finally developed, was more a tool for democracy than perhaps any other technological advancement. The illiterate masses could suddenly own books, could learn to read, could interpret texts for themselves. Language was power. Books were tools of the rebellion. Words actually meant something.

Once upon a time, the internet was a place about words, too. We read live journals and message boards and wikis and blogs and live-breaking news! People -- anyone! -- could say whatever they'd like, and we could find them and read it all! The internet was a place in which people could SPEAK!

Perhaps two years ago, blogging was at its peak. I would come here, to this place, and write about the things that were on my mind: politics and fashion and social issues. Strange miscellaneous thoughts about trees and about growing older and about living in Los Angeles. And you, my readers, would actually read those thoughts. And I, in turn, would read yours. And in that way, I feel we knew each other. I feel that we truly related.

Blogging gave way to microblogging, and through Twitter, we learned to speak less freely, more succinctly. Be clever and to the point. Be witty and brief. While I appreciated the challenge, I missed the verbosity of blogging. It's not always the point of the story that matters, you know. Sometimes, the part that matters most is the way in which the winding of our prose seems to meet up with the point. Sometimes, the story is the journey and the destination is a bit dull, but at least we had fun getting there, right? Twitter just didn't get that about me, I guess.

Microblogging gave way to visual microblogging. Why use words when you can just use a single image? A picture is worth a thousand words after all, isn't it? And you can scroll past hundreds of pictures in a matter of seconds, taking it all in at the speed of light! Instagram; it is instant. However, things that are instantaneous aren't comprehensive. They aren't complete. Instagram is a very small window on a train that's moving very quickly. Can you truly know anything you see through that window? If a train moves through Budapest going 100mph while you stare through a 3x3" window, does that mean that you were ever actually in Budapest? Did you see enough to say you've seen it? Did you come to know anything about that place through that journey?

Eventually, perhaps, visual microblogging will give way to a whole culture that communicates only through pictures and emojis and abbreviations. Instead of saying hello to each other, we'll project an image of a hand waving in front of each others' faces. Instead of laughing at each others' jokes, we'll project a crying smiley face into the air between us and say "rawful" or maybe use ASL to spell out the letters R, O, F, and L separately like that. The projecting device will have to be attached to our heads if we go that route, I guess. Like Google glasses.

The future is exciting! So why, then, does the prospect of moving away from written language so depress me? Aren't visuals simply a more efficient way of communicating? I think it has something to do with the way in which I, in particular, communicate. I feel lost in the transition from words to images. I think in complete sentences. I want to talk it through. I want to get from point A to point B in my own head with an audience watching. I find comfort in that.

Click. Here is a picture of my face. #selfie. But behind it! There are so many complete sentences in my brain! You know, that big globby thing behind my selfie? I'd rather you know that side of me. The inside globby bit. I want you to relate to me. Otherwise, what's the point of all of this, really? What's the point of the technological experience unless we can put some humanity there into it? 

Blogging is so retro. So kitschy. So endearing. My, you must have so many feelings. Isn't that cute.


372 - Once Youth & Nylon Shop!

So Nylon Shop is pretty much the best thing ever! I highly recommend checking it out:



370 - Slate or Die

Tank - Some Velvet, Pants and Jacket - Vintage, Shoes - YRU

Love this AC Slater "Slate or Die" tank by Some Velvet! Some Velvet is one RADDDDD shop run by one RADDDDD lady, and this is her own design. I highly recommend checking it out!


368 - Cry Baby

This is my Teddy Boy look, I guess? Or Teddy Girl look as it were? Though gender is a construct, so I guess it's my Teddy Person look.


367 - Wall of Succulents

Can we take a second to talk about fishnet shirts? I mean, is there any greater thing right now?


366 - 97% of the Time

Shorts - Bad Vibes, Top - Vintage

This shirt says, "I'm right 97% of the time. Who cares about the other 4%?"

See, but the problem with this shirt is that I actually am just full of opinions, so when I wear it, it's almost too literal. Like, the joke doesn't quite stick and instead it just creates awkward silence wherein everyone goes, "Hmmm...yeah...well..."


365 - Ideologia

Top - vintage Betsey Johnson, Shorts - Vintage, Thigh-Highs - eBay, Boots - Karmaloop, Knee Harness - Ideologia, Bag - c/o Shoedazzle

I kinda went nuts and ordered a ton of custom harnesses from this Etsy store called Ideologia like six months ago, then forgot I ordered them and never sent the owner my measurements to have them made, then remembered randomly like a month back and emailed the shop, and finally got these bad boys in the mail! Whew -- totally cool and so glad I remembered! Now if only I could find a way to wear hosiery more than once before it rips...