truly undone

 

Goudurix – the done undone teenage nightmare from Lutèce in Londinium

Even in old Lutèce — the ancient Gallo-Roman city that once was where today lies Paris — the allegedly French “done undone” look was a must among true hipsters, or so are we led to believe when watching the adorable movie Astérix and Obélix: God Save Britannia, starred again by the excellent Russian actor Gérard Dépardieu.

In my opinion, the current obsession with “done undone” looks suggests control issues have become epidemic and psychologists are probably earning huge amounts of money originating from the wallets of highly disturbed fashionistas. Why, oh, why, would one carefully pretend not to care about how they look?

Care, or care not; done undone is madness, friends. Why the need to look like you did not put a lot of effort in your self-image? I know you are not perfect, my friend. I know you do not sleep on heels and that your manicure chips. So why should you hide from me that you also did something to your hair… by striving to make it look like you did nothing?

On the other hand, truly undone is something rather relaxing and honest, meaning — I truly do not have waxed legs underneath my leather and velour leopard print pants; I truly did not wash my hair today and also decided not to comb it; the results of either grooming strategies needing not be offensive and certainly being the kernel of French coolness. One gives oneself a break and instead of compulsively manicuring, just puts the nail file to a quick work; instead of blow-drying the manes to perfection, twists the hair into a simple high bun; instead of a leg shaving update, maxi-skirt.

At this point, honesty again must prevail, and there is no truer fact than this: if you feel good, smell nicely (this is of utmost importance) and look clean, well, you are clean as far as society is concerned. And isn´t this far more interesting that striving for squeaky cleanliness and looking messy? You tell me.

Ancient is the new contemporary: living femininity today

From personal experience, I would guess the demographics of cooking look rather funny. Thinking of a population pyramid, I would say the base — young people up to their mid to late twenties – contains equal parts of men and women who can and enjoy cooking; the middle — early thirties to late forties — is marked by a significant reduction in cooks from both sides; finally, the top of the chart should have a lot of women who can cook (much more than in the previous sections) and a significantly low — let´s approximate to none — amount of men who are apt to perform this activity.

I think this joke of a chart (well, literally, it was meant to be a joke — and a stylized representation of the facts as well) shows two interesting cultural phenomena taking place in our contemporary female gender scene: the first, the growing interest of men in the traditionally feminine environment that is the home, the daily domestic activity of preparing food for yourself and the family; the second and the one with which we are more concerned here, is the lack of interest in the stove from the women born in those wacky seventies and had early access to microwave ovens, versus the refreshing, though timid return of the younger ladies to the kitchen.

I guess what we see here is a difference between cooking as an obligation — even, perhaps, an instrument of forced categorization or blunt repression of the female in the domestic environment — and cooking as the pleasurable, daily experience of preparing your own meal. But is there any more meaning to this move?

I believe society in general has been interested in artisanship as a whole. Brew your own beer, sew your own clothes, do it yourself — whatever IT may be. Hands are again being seen as useful parts of the body that are able to create new stuff, as opposed to simply being the things you use to grab your wallet from your bag or pocket and pay for everything you need done. Tools are now cool, and manual activities are even recommended for their therapeutical properties. Of course, everything comes updated with a new hurried pace that becomes our crave for speed – hence, Jamie Oliver (I´m picking on him, but I am actually a fan. See sidebar for proof).

What I think is more interesting, though, is the fact that traditionally feminine activities are being sought by men and women alike, such as cooking. They are not simply brewing beer or, I don´t know, making their own footballs or something — the gents are entering the kitchen, the space that once was dedicated to the loving wife, and they are helping with the dishes too. On their side, the ladies are also turning their passion for fashion into a channel for displaying their creativity as well as their personalities, taking sewing classes or developing their own jewelry.

These creative endeavours with material consequences on our daily lives — clothes and accessories we can wear everyday, or the food we eat at least at night at home — are of extremely feminine nature, of the most traditional kind. They are an expression of love, care, attention to detail, both in a personal and a collective level. And if once they were considered as an intellectual production of a lesser degree, they are now finding redemption in the admiration and engagement by individuals pertaining to both genders.