Michelle Rahurahu reflects on what 2020 has wrought on her fashion choices
It’s summer and while fashion might seem superfluous to most, everyone wears clothes. Fashion is just as corporeal as shitting; buy the clothes, wear the clothes, take off the clothes. God, life is relentless. Or, if you like, it’s the Netflix of aesthetics, a fixture in your life that you say you don’t need but spend 80% of your time abusing.
Photo: RNZ / Becki Moss
And like Netflix, fashion is a good place to shift through your own desires; you start blurring the lines between protagonist / model / they / I - and start dreaming a little bit. Where do you want to be? What do you want to retreat to? What does the future ‘you’ look like? Future me is halfway between a lady-in-waiting and one of the waahine from Becs Arahanga’s film,