When Philosophers Match, II


It happened again. I swear to Hegel I do not plan this.



Kant believes in aliens

Kant believes in aliens

I am FINALLY getting to the end of the Critique of Pure Reason and was delighted by this little tidbit about Kant’s “strong belief” in extra-terrestrials. Thinking ahead since 1781, people.

(The image comes from Guyer and Wood’s translation, in the Cambridge Edition.)

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Sites of Reflection: The Getty Center, Los Angeles

Sites of Reflection: The Getty Center, Los Angeles

The Getty is my absolute favorite place to reflect. I once spent a year going to the Getty alone one Saturday each month, bringing my journal, sometimes also a book, sketchpad, or camera. My monthly trips there became a deep source of rejuvenation, epiphany, and questioning the current state of my life. And every time I have returned since, it has continued to be that place for me.
Its beautiful gardens in particular are rife with picturesque little nooks for taking a seat and thinking.

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When philosophers match

When philosophers match

On the left is me, matching the deep blue with red accents on the cover of Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason. My dear friend Jess is on the right, her bright hues perfectly evoking the cover of Michel Foucault’s History of Sexuality, Volume 1, down to the perfect parallel between the oversized orange beads of her necklace and the orange chains on Foucault’s cover (perhaps symbolizing the fallacious shackles of the repressive hypothesis?). Both instances were entirely coincidental, and it was only when others pointed out the uncanny resemblances between our books and our clothes that we even noticed the miraculous phenomena.

Someone who took me out on a date once (and once only, after the following remark) said it seemed contradictory that I am so passionate about ideas, theories, and books but at the same time committed to fashion. I don’t see a contradiction whatsoever. In fact, I think my interest in fashion is completely in line with my ideas. The contradiction would only arise from a persisting mind/body dualism, no? And this dualism is one I wholeheartedly reject.
The same kind of dualism is underlying the common quip that fashion is “personal expression.” This idea promulgates the notion that the clothes that we wear are external manifestations of an ‘internal’ personality or state of mind. For me, the dualism between the internal and the external is dubious, the relation between what we wear on our skins and who we essentially consider ourselves to be being complex, fluid, and permeable.

And sometimes, this complex relation gets pinned down in a moment of simplicity when the book I’ve been obsessing over appears on the dress I choose to wear that morning.

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