Saturday, May 23, 2015

Camo chameleon

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I have once said before – I don’t know on which social media platform – that I’ve gotten tired of camouflage in fashion. But as it turns out, just like any significant metaphorical pattern (you know, stripes not just for sailing adventures but equally for keeping ourselves in our own penitential prisons), I concede that camo stays relevant. At least for me.


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For one, camouflage’s original purpose was for its wearer to be hidden. To be anonymous in crowds.


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To strain at appearing normal even if you can barely conceal your spines.


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I won’t say wings. For me, thorns possess the same splendor as feathers.


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Even if for many, bitterness can be an armor deadly as poison.


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Moreover, camouflage signifies constant warfare. Covert battles.


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You see where I’m going?


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Of course you don’t. You can only feel the breeze rustling through foliage.


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Now you see me, now you don’t.


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Even in my writing, I strive to erase my tracks.


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But I make sure that you feel the same bomb explode, that we both momentarily lose our balance.


Cardigan, Level Five
T-shirt, Uniqlo
Jeans, Neil Barrett
Sandals, Kickers
Belt, A.P.C.
Veleno bracelet, Bosquejo 


Photographs by Jullian Mendoza


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