On my way to school, I was eavesdropping on a conversation between two guys on campus as I walked pass them. The one in the slate gray polo shirt with distressed jeans commented how art isn’t as useful to the world as [insert another major/subject here]. You would think that going to a liberal arts school would open your mind to refrain from saying such narrow-minded half-baked insults. It upsets me so much when people think art majors have it “easy” and degrade centuries of skilled aesthetic professions. Granted, we may appear to have a more carefree outlook in life, but that does not mean our work is any easier then the next person. People tend to discredit all our efforts to make the world a more colorful and brilliant place. It’s an ongoing battle for me, since my parents don’t take me as seriously, because art to them is not academic subject that is valuable or useful.

Being that America is a superficial society in comparison to other countries, most American people care about their appearance (and this is where fashion comes into the equation). Fashion does not come out of nowhere nor does it does not magically produce itself. It takes endless work days for many months to design a clothesline by these carefully trained artists. Does the guy in the slate gray polo shirt with distressed jeans really believe that his outfit was magically appeared overnight? Did he think he was the ingenious creator of his taste of clothes?

NO. To me, he was a walking contradiction. Many people with advanced art backgrounds toiled days and days; they were devoted into the creation of a casual outfit like his to be produced and published in clothing catalogs and such magazines so that he can duplicate the style. He doesn’t realize how much of a role he plays a part in the culture of fashion, yet he has a nerve to say such incorrect statement. I genuinely hope he realizes that fashion is interrelated with art.

I’m not to familiar with the process of making clothes in great detail, but I know for sure it’s not an “easy” thing.

Perhaps the best quote I could express my intense fury in this post is from the movie, “Devil Wears Prada.” (It’s only 10:45 am, and I’m fuming mad at a comment made by a peer walking by. This is not a great way to start a day.)

Miranda Priestly: [Miranda and some assistants are deciding between two similar belts for an outfit. Andy sniggers because she thinks they look exactly the same] Something funny?
Andy Sachs: No. No, no. Nothing’s… You know, it’s just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. You know, I’m still learning about all this stuff and, uh…
Miranda Priestly: ‘This… stuff’? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff.