(vintage dress from sisters of the black moon, rodarte x oc jacket, old tights, madewell boots, thrifted bag)
Whenever I go to shows, I try to capture the mood of music in my outfits. It helps create an experience for me; instead of just being a passive participant, I become a much more active, engaged showgoer and feel like a part of performance and create associations between sound and physical object. And so last night, I wore my melting vintage dress to see Spiritualized at the Metro. I'd seen them once before at Pitchfork a couple years back, but seeing them indoors with spectacular lights and audio hall reverb and the best PA in the city was a completely different experience. I couldn't even compare the two. Their epic, 10 minute-long songs sounded were portals into a different dimension and several times I found myself blinking furiously, having just lost myself in pure blissful sound, feeling like I'd just downed a load of psilocybes. During "Hey Jane" I began giggling uncontrollably because the music was just so completely transcendental that my joy could only be expressed through laughter. And I hope I never become jaded - how colorless and dull would life be if art didn't affect my soul so strongly?