June 2011: Motion

June 2011

{tap} style, literature, & fashion culture

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Cover by Georgia Gleason {4} A Note From The Editor Letter by Geneva Gleason {6} Inspirations Photo by Katherine Daponte {8} Backstory Photos by Geneva Gleason {10} A Style Evolution Photos by Geneva Gleason {30} Poem by Alexa Derman {32} Photo by Cara Martone {34} Moving Clean Poem by Peter Horn {36} Photo by Kaitlin Abrams {38} Photo by Eve Feldberg Prose by Rachel Opatowski {40} Thoughts Photo by Cara Martone

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{tap} ISSUE 17: MOTION

GENEVA GLEASON Editor-In-Chief

Georgia Gleason Photography Director

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{Any movement, any action can trigger reaction. And because everything is always moving, whether it be the atoms that make up everything we are or the summer wind that rushes through our fingertips, motion is the primary source of action.

The world around us, constantly moving, has mastered the art of throwing challenges, tragedies, and most of all, pressingly perfect surprises our way. This month of June is a rite of passage for many: from high school to college; from spring to summer; from childhood to adulthood; from tights to bare legs. In physics, motion is a change in position with respect to time. Change in action is the result of an unbalanced force. If we apply this to fashion, and the world in general, this means that any disruption or mistake can cause change. Subsequently comes motion. With peace and silence such unattainable goals, it seems that change and motion are beyond control. Things will happen more quickly than we can conceive them, and these events are often irreversible. It is only up to us to decide how we embrace it.}

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a Georgia (photographer, A Style Evolution) aiding a quick-change. ―A Style Evolution depicts the sartorial journey of American trends from the 1920s to the 1990s. The fashion world projected a specific aesthetic for each decade. Every trend reflected events of its decade– a rambunctious flapper dress to symbolize rebellious speakeasies; an army jacket to encompass grunge; neon brights to show the transition from disco to rock. A Style Evolution captures the movement of trends from decade to decade and what that meant for the American woman. Things have changed since the 20s, and not just in fashion. The role of the American woman has completely reversed. What do these trends, in their similarities and differences, mean to you?‖ - Georgia and Geneva Gleason, photographer and stylist, A Style Evolution

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Must’ve passed when I wasn’t looking.

Last May, if I remember correctly We were all too big for our tennis shoes And I was trying on different labels.

O how lucky am I Now a stretched out weed To keep clothes in a closet & wear ballet flats.

Alexa Derman

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or have you too gone crazy for power, for things?

Moving Clean Once a poet friend told about her tidal wave anxiety in bookstores and libraries: there’s. just. so. much.

Touching my books, dusting and straightening here (Park Avenue, Plainfield) and now (the other night) I feel spines as anchors, near shored in what I own. a little scared to say I love cleaning, but here:

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Feet bare and bent upon my floor, I learn with hands and fingers where I am and how I move in new space, slowing to lean, patient to reveal vistas that fast looks prevent.

I think and don’t think while I feel here and now— I wonder if Mary Oliver would call me crazy for things, or if I am my dad’s dad who stacked coins compulsively

controlling the change he could— I restore crisp lines and borders, revising my place, and my knowledge of what is all ready within reach.

Peter Horn

I once enjoyed the light of cars of passing by on the highways. Seeing their motion, being in motion. Especially in the dim light nothing can compare.

The passing of cars make me reminisce of the ladies in petticoats and the misery within my life. Such misery, though, warms the soul because it is the night where I can finally think. Finally feel. When the world is silent.

Rachel Opatowski

{thoughts} ―A static hero is a public liability.

Progress grows out of motion.‖ - Richard E. Byrd