AESTHETICISM April 17, 2012 10:59
Each person appreciates a different aesthetic. Some love muted tones,
minimalism, the trademarks of hipster culture, pastels, or the
black-and-red of the horror-punk aesthetic. Sometimes I wonder which
aesthetic I appreciate most and how it would best be described. But
sometimes, I know the answer to both of those questions, and all I can
say is that the answer to the latter is "It cannot."
It can be loosely attributed to various elements of style in the
pop-culture of our modern world; to music videos, photoblogs, fashion
magazines, clothing trends, highly-stylized movies and TV shows and
even bands, but it can never be pinpointed. All it can ever be is a
mental montage of photographs of skinny girls in oversized clothing,
trollops through strawberry fields in rare un-fitful dreams,
sepia-tones bleeding through my memories of beaches both real and
imagined, imagery of myself sitting on the ground holding my purse
after imbibing alcohol and recreational drugs at small parties with
large ambitions in small rooms meant for the coolest of the cool, and
flashes of new bohemian culture accompanied by child-like
accessorizing to accompany a new sense of child-like wonder present in
the young adults of generation Y. All it can ever be is all I can
ever be.