On Emma Watson’s ‘tits’ & Feminism

Emma Watson Feminism Vanity Fair Tim Walker March 2017

A few days ago, Vanity Fair revealed a new cover story on Emma Watson, Rebel Belle. Included in the feature is a photo that sparked controversy for Emma Watson’s feminism and that, in my opinion, uncovers one of the main debates around feminism today.

In the photo, shot by Tim Walker, Watson wears a white crocheted bolero jacket, thrown open over her shoulders, half-revealing her breasts. To many, posing seminude in a widely-spread magazine was a clear antithesis to the feminist standards she so much proclaims to follow; it was nothing more than a hypocritical action, revealing how bad of a feminist she actually was.

Celebrating woman?

Celebrating International Women's Day


March 8th. International woman’s day.

For some reason, likely related to the infallible power of the patriarchy that brought me up, this day brings the vague memory of the strange tradition, celebrated for the first time in my childhood: roses, cheesy words, empty phrases about female power. A tradition that, several years ago, I decided to forget, despite the yearly messages I get from my mom:

I know you don’t like it, but happy women’s day! [Picture of a rose with some cheesy quote about feminine beauty]

It’s not that I don’t like it, ma. I just refuse to celebrate this day if we are going to limit it to the superficial and the ephemeral beauty of the rose.

Fashion for Feminism

"We should all be feminists." Maria Grazia Chiuri for Dior SS17.

My relationship with fashion dates back to the early childhood. Dressed in floral ensembles with glittery boots of matching colours, a tiny bow decorating the bob haircut I—to the horror of my mother—had insisted on getting, I daydreamed about becoming like the empowered, stylish woman that brought me up: always immaculately dressed with pastel-coloured pantsuits, sky-high heels, and long curls framing the beautiful smile that still manages to comfort me more than anything else in the world. The early ensembles were often replaced by full-skirted dresses for special occasions; later, and more permanently, by outfits made up of cropped tops, bell-bottom jeans, and 5-inch platforms; and eventually by pussy-bow shirts, culottes, and floral Gucci slippers. As I grew, the ways I fashioned myself changed, but one thing remained constant: the sense of empowerment that I give myself with clothes.

Preparing for Colombiamoda: Thoughts on Fashioning Latin America

Johanna Ortiz, Cali Exposhow 2015

With Colombiamoda (Colombia’s annual fashion week) just around the corner, I have been thinking a lot lately on the state of fashion both in the country and the broader region of Hispanic America. Although my thoughts on the matter have evolved as I develop a more critical, studied, perspective with my increasing knowledge of the field, two common threads don’t change at all: First, that Colombian (and Latin American) fashion has a great potential of appealing to cosmopolitan consumers from different places and of providing the international fashion market with world-class goods; and second, that there is a strong need to develop a more critical approach, in which we talk about fashion as a local phenomenon, within its own context.

Here are some of my thoughts, a short reflection on the topic I wrote about 18 months ago.

Style Reflections: On Wearing Bright Colors

Style Reflections: On Wearing Bright Colors

One of my favorite ways of researching fashion is documenting and reflecting on my own dress practices. In doing so, I undergo a process of introspection where I question not just the actual clothes I choose to wear—both on the day to day and on special occasions—but also the reasons that lie behind those choices. It is a process of self-ethnography that allows me to explore the relationship between my own body, its material extension in clothing, and the social context in which it lives.

On Graduating From Parsons MA in Fashion Studies

Laura of the Valley - Statue of Liberty

Two—or rather, three—years ago, I embarked on what has been the wildest adventure of my life: getting a Master of Arts in Fashion Studies from Parsons School of Design. I still remember waking up one day and deciding to send my application, rushing to meet my Professors to get recommendation letters from them, trying to find inspiration to write my application letter, and even having to fly out of town to get the required standardised test done. And even if I tend to think doing things last minute doesn’t turn into positive situation, amidst the rush and the stress, I always knew I was going to get in. Somehow, I always knew I belonged to Parsons.