Thursday, June 24, 2010

“What Price Difference?”


Colored Francie 1967

“Groucho Marx said he wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have him as a member. In the same vein, I’m not so sure that most of us really want to buy a doll that looks like us. We can criticize it’s unreality all we want, but perfect female beauty of the Barbie kind is a commodity we buy and buy and buy.”
-Ann DuCille
"Skin Trade"

Mr. McGuire: I just wanna say one word to you. Just one word.
Ben Braddock: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Ben: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: "Plastics."
-“The Graduate”

As a doll lover and enthusiast, I’ve thought about this every so often but the last time I thought about it, it disturbed me even more than usual. Would I like a doll that looked like women I see every day? Would I like a doll that looked like me, my friends, my co-workers, my boss, my neighbors, the cashiers at Pret a Manger?  I cringe. I don’t even get as far as trying to imagine what that would even look like, how the proportions would work, what kind  of costumes they would wear. What I end up doing is waving the idea away and dismissing it with the rationale that dolls are about fantasy and escape from the mundane. Who wants a doll to look like you or your neighbors?  But the thing is, doll companies, Mattel in particular do use significant elements of “reality” in the creation of their dolls. They do design Barbies with what they see as some every day gal attributes, and accessories right? They do this, they say, in order to relate more closely to the consumer, to allow young girls access to dream through a plastic avatar who can be and do anything.  But they pick and choose how these elements of our everyday life are skewed and are sure  always to fit them into a rigid mold that never varies enough to reflect “real” reality. And it is this selectiveness by those whose ideas of “difference” are viewed primarily as a marketing tool and promoted as “diversity”  which play an especially dangerous role in the way we see ourselves and each other.

My mother impressed upon me at very early stage of my devlopment that every doll I received was special, no matter the features,  size, color shape, and that the specialness imbued issues forth from the beholder, the player. With that knowledge firmly instilled, I would go on to make the hero of my playtime, dolls which one might never regard as “beautiful” in any way but which I regarded quite fondly and with love.

But those were baby dolls, stuffed dolls, animal dolls, dolls my mother made for me. That was before Barbie, before boobs, before plastic.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
Originally uploaded by Zanalee

Me and Dad, possibly the best dad ever!

One of my favorite childhood memories with him is when he would pick me up in his arms and pretend to ballroom dance with me to some music on the radio. He would say to me in a fake posh accent, "Are you have a wonderful time dahling?" And I, having a wonderful time would make a fake pout just to be contrary say, "No!" and we would both laugh.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Kareem Iliya


I was stuck in my apartment this morning for about three hours while my super changed the faucet handles in my shower. I was fussing around in my bedroom taking pictures and looking for an old pair of spare keys to give him so I could break the hell out and he could lock up when he was done. Instead I found three of my old flash drives and decided to sit down and see what was on them. One of them contained a folder of Kareem Iliya illustrations I'd collected years ago. I'd seen one of his pieces in a fashion magazine horoscope and then again for something else. I just remember the silhouette of this ethereal female being who seemed to be made of stars. I was really taken with it. I wanted to follow that story wherever it went. Until today, I'd forgotten how much I love his work.

The thing is, whenever, I've looked him up online, there is no record of him by him. All I know is that he was born in Beirut, Lebanon in the sixties. There are no pictures of him, no statements by him about his work which is all watercolor and ink! You know how I love a mystery.

Friday, June 18, 2010

morning


morning
Originally uploaded by slight clutter

Browsing Flickr's "Interestingness" pool this morning.

I love this. I love this time of day and I love how times of day correspond so directly to human emotions and moods. I think looking at this, you understand without having to say so, what this feeling is. And if you've never felt it before, you can experience it just by looking.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

"Why do they always have to make it about race?" -True Blood


Hamsa and Reya 
(Two dolls in my collection)

Instead of just talking about how much I loved the 3rd season premiere of  "True Blood" last weekend, I thought I would tie this blog into another nice little political discussion on media and race. There were so many hilarious, provocative scenes and lines from that show I can't even begin to list my favorites right now but they hit the ground running in the opening scene when Sookie runs out into the night screaming for anyone who will listen that her boyfriend Bill The Vampire has been kidnapped. The only young woman who happens to hear her expresses concern at first and then when she learns Sookie is talking about a Vampire, she just turns on her heel and walks off shouting something like "These vampires! It's always some shit!" in French! Oh Alan Ball! SCORE!!!

A few scenes later police take down Arlene the waitress' account of events ending in the death of one out of two of the only other black male characters in True Blood's previous season. Tara who sits a few feet behind her being comforted by her cousin Lafayette, is angered by what she feels is Arlene's total lack of sympathy for the fact that the man killed was someone she was deeply in love with. This causes Tara to explode in anger. Tara feels that Arlene's apparent lack of compassion. is directly race related; he was black and another dead black man doesn't matter. Tara storms off after Lafayette keeps her from ripping Arlene from limb to limb and Arlene gets angry as well. "Why do they always have to make it about race?" she yells. Cut.

Somehow, this is a notion I think that still permeates the minds of most white people whether they are aware of it or not. Just as many Black people sometimes tend to pull the race cards in situations that don't actually merit  it, Whites often pull the "Why does it always have to be about race?" in situations of clearly overt racial bias. I suppose it's a part of the whole plan to spread the lie that a post racial society actually...exists. It does not.

Some of you know that I'm a photographer with a passion for collecting Blythe Dolls, which were originally released by Kenner in the 70s. After an unsuccessful year on the market they were all pulled. A few years later, Blythe was picked up by a Japanese company, Takara and marketed in smaller releases to a growing niche market of collectors as Neo Blythes and became a cult phenomenon. I started collecting them almost 2 years ago. When I first saw a Black Blythe doll while browsing through flickr, I flipped! I had never seen one before and loved the ones I saw! I immediately made all the necessary inquiries to find out who made them and where I could find one. There were none to be found. They don't make them. The ones I saw were custom made. How, I thought in thirty five years had they not seen fit to manufacture even one doll that reflected the worlds peoples of color? Even Mattel has in the recent years released a line of black dolls that are more diverse in color as well as facial features if not body types for young girls. If no other reason than the lucrative saleability of "difference" they could make just one Black doll. But far be it for me to seek brown faces in Japanese culture whose media historically has been severely whitewashed for years.

Heather Sky
Ah yes, but Takara does make an offensively nondescript looking doll of indiscriminate color, called Heather Sky. But the fact is, no one would really call her black. It's all very "safe" and sickeningly suggestive of an intense reluctance to pin down an ethnic identity associated with African American culture. So I decided to find out how to make one myself. I decided to find out how others had made their own Black Blythe dolls. And I made one, then two, then three and and I'm finishing a fourth one now which is due to hit the market (and by market I mean ebay) in a few weeks. There is such a high demand for black Blythe Dolls in the niche market of collectors that you would think Takara would take advantage of that and get on the fucking ball but I'm not waiting for that to happen anymore because I'm having way to much fun making my own, creating a line where there is none. See, this is one of the many hundreds of reasons why it really is about race a lot of the time.

Today I was invited to join an Etsy African American Sellers group on Flickr by a woman who had commented on one of my photos and sells African fabrics. I was thrilled to join and couldn't help noticing that I was, at present anyway, the only member besides herself. All comments and invites on photos on flickr are public and I found myself thinking about a white person's reaction to it. The fact is, and I haven't researched any actual statistics on this, but judging from my contacts alone, Blythe Doll collecting appears to be a predominantly white hobby. I can count on one hand the Black females collectors I am in contact with on flickr. If any more of you are out there, don't be shy! Look me up! LOL!

See, this is one of the many effects of media representation that disproportionately represents "Whiteness" only. I'm not say I think that media can accurately represent reality with complete accurateness at all. We have to find unique and diverse ways to do that for ourselves. I do know that the media creates many very dangerous and false ideas about what beauty, power, gender roles and race mean and that the faces we see in the media most often, even when they resemble our own are controlled by a white power structure. There's more to all of us than that. But  to those who believe that Blacks are always making issues about race, please consider that everything we have seen in the media for hundreds of years has been about race; the white race. I don't ever have to make any White Blythe Dolls do I?  I doubt I will never have to make any.

Friday, June 11, 2010

"Dyes and Dolls: Multicultural Barbie and the Merchandising of Difference"

The white missionaries who came to
Saint Aug's from New England were
darling to us. They gave Bessie and me
these beautiful china dolls that prob-
ably were very expensive. Those dolls
were white, of course. You couldn't get
a colored doll like that in those days.
Well, I loved mine, just the way it was,
but do you know what Bessie did? She
took an artist's palette they had also
given us and sat down and mixed the
paints until she came up with a shade
of brown that matched her skin. Then
she painted that white doll's face! None
of the white missionaries ever said a
word about it. Mama and Papa just
smiled. (Sarah Delany)


I've been told by friends who are aware of my Blythe Doll Obsession, particularly of my customizing of them into Black Dolls that I should read Ann Ducille for quite some time now. I was futzing around, doing a myriad of things online last night, after midnight when I decided to google her and came up this snippet of what appears to be a collection of essays she had put together by women and their experiences with dolls. I was instantly fascinated. I then ordered a cheap copy of her book "Skin Trade" on Amazon and I am dying to read it. I'm finishing Sidney Poitier's autobiography this week so I'm hungry as hell to sink my teeth into something new. Stay tuned.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

I used to love her


She may be crazy but her promotional posters are off the chain, and after my own heart.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Hair Media



See, this is what I love about youtube. Videos like this make me really happy youtube exists because it lets me know, "Oh shit! I'm not the only one who thinks about this!" My friend Khalilah sent me this video last night. This is the sort of thing I would have really appreciated even when I was in high school when my best friend and I were transitioning from straight hair to locks. What I love about it it, is that I feel it really does what I feel advertising does best but in the reverse. Instead of promoting the same old, self  hating, "you're not good enough" tactics that we are all susceptible to, it puts spin on having natural hair as if that is a revolutionary idea. And at this point in time, maybe it is. I'm not saying that is completely successful. It uses the tools that exist and the tools of the enemy have the messages of the enemy embedded within. It's a good beginning though. Like my mom always says, "They may mean it for evil but I mean it for good." I wonder if "good" can start to be redefined in advertising, not simply as an idea but an actuality.

In a "Race Class and Gender" class I took a year ago, I remember discussing with my professor the idea that advertising is not necessary for anything that is truly beneficial to the people, that a "good" thing will make itself known simply through it's sheer necessity and the idea of selling something which is needed is the beginning of corruption. Well, being born in a capitalist  society and someone who fights often a losing battle against excess consumerism, I do understand the validity of this. But as a person who lives in a capitalistic society, I recognize that the odds of my dropping out of that society to go live off the land, which we are successfully destroying every second of the day, is highly unlikely for many reasons. And don't think I haven't thought about it.

I am a black woman, and as a black woman born in a country, which uses media to negatively stereotype or negate the beauty of black woman, this video is like a little spark of something which was has been a seed in my mind since I was fourteen years old. Okay India Arie! I am not my hair! It's true. But hair defines the way the world sees us just like fashion does because is the kind of society we live in and in the mainstream media, the only resources I can find about how to take care of my own hair in it's natural state are......I can't even get started on how little there is, how sparse, incomplete and inconsistent. There's a clear message behind how little information even hair dressers have on how to take care of natural African American hair. With the creative, critical and positive use of independent media, that message is beginning to change. And that's good.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Central Park Conservatory Flowers


Central Park Conservatory Flowers
Originally uploaded by Zanalee

Having some fun with picnik, flickr's editing software this morning. I really should start a blog just for my photography soon. I took this at the Central Park Conservatory last weekend, that long glorious weekend.
Enjoy yours everyone!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Children's Garden


Children's Garden
Originally uploaded by Brooklyn Botanic Garden

This is what I was up to as a girl in the 80s. I did like three seasons of planting fertilizing and harvesting at The Children's Brooklyn Botanic Gardens and it was a great experience. I made friends with peers and instructors alike in spite of my terrible shyness. I ran across the picture taken in 1968 in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens photostream on flickr. I'm so glad this program is still going strong.