For as long as I can remember, I've always been really
confused by popular advertisements for clothes. They don't ever really seem to
make sense to me. Is the model supposed to be a representation of me or someone
I want to be? Or is it an objective clothing display? No one knows. Mysterious.
This post is going to be an examination of ads and the desires I am expected to have as a consumer. In other words, there's going to be a LOT of pictures. (I will probably also joke and make satirical comments about ads because they're so outlandish)
Where am I going? Where am I? What am I supposed
to be doing in this image? So many questions, so little answers.
I'm not swimming. Why
No swim again, explain
WHY I NO SWIM
This is dastardly and outrageous
I'm apparently a member of a gay barbershop
quartet attending a bachelor party? Why else would I be wearing those clothes
and standing in a group of four similar-looking men?
The starving artist drama club group meets on
Tuesdays. Only on Tuesdays. That guy closest to the viewer kind of looks like
Robert Pattinson. I'm gonna be that guy. That's me, looking really moody and
angry at my mom.
Don't I have stuff to do???
Ah yes, whenever I put on these clothes I too find
myself suspended in time and space, lost in a world of dimensionless-ness.
We've got cool safari hats and fans because it's
2tropical5us in the wild rainforests of downtown Paris.
This form of media, as I have hopefully revealed above, is sort of ridiculous. Ads, which are kind of supposed to be snapshots of daily life, have little meaning or realism. I definitely don't want to be the kind of person who wears swimwear and doesn't go swimming. I don't want to be the kind of person who doesn't swim at every possible opportunity, period. Anyways, while I may not understand fashion ads, they are still nice to look at. Sometimes.
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