Polly Borland’s series Smudge is unnerving. It makes we wonder what it would be like if we could all dress in whatever costumes we want, all the time, any time….and perhaps that is because we would engage in even more “self creation” or “self mythology” than we already do, by our choices in appearance. Frankly, I’d give that meat dress a try, more in ode to Jana Sterbak, than GaGa. But social conventions be damned, and wear what you truly want to wear: and let the clothes make the man, woman, or whatever you want to choose in between or outside….if the distinctions are external, then wear them on your sleeve, or take them to an extreme, in your costume or wardrobe…
As I write this, I’m listening to the Magnetic Fields’, singing “Let’s pretend we’re bunny rabbits / let’s do it all day long / Rapidly becoming rabid / Singing little rabbit songs / I can keep it up all night / I can keep it up all day / Let’s pretend we’re bunny rabbits / Until we pass away….”
Or perhaps these are the more sexualized aspects of “Furries”, whom have always disgusted me ( I make no apology for this, and will not). But Borland’s work doesn’t disgust me in that manner. Perhaps the fact that all the “performers” are masked, and that this takes my earlier comment about dressing however we wanted, without fear of personal or professional recrimination would lead some of us to chose a disguise…or reveal our true, inner selves.
More of her work here, at her site.