In June, WORN took a road trip to Montreal to launch Issue 16 and take part in a summery shoot for former wornette Emily Raine’s amazing CultMTL. What better way to spend the perfect summer day than with flowers, food, and fashion?
“Growing up, I felt like I had to pick between something stylish and something I could actually wear. It would be nice to realize a future where retailers and the fashion industry stop forcing people to make that choice.” – jes sachse
How can fashion engage with disability? While we’ve recently seen a fair bit of progress regarding companies that accommodate wardrobes of folks of varying bodies and abilities, it’s not exactly a one-size-fits-all solution. Clothing is an incredibly personal and political choice, and no two sets of needs are exactly alike.
In our most recent issue, we had an in-depth chat with artist and activist jes sachse about how identifying as disabled and genderqueer collides with their love of fashion. We had a great conversation full of new ideas, the re-telling of experiences, and hard laughs. Beautiful photos were taken, and feet were tap-tapping away during the whole shoot.
It was a damn good time.
text // Jenna Danchuk
video // Daniel Reis
end animation // Barry Potter
So I must confess that I don’t explore my own neighborhood nearly enough. Although High Park is only a mere 10 or so blocks away, the first time I’d ever been is when we shot the Nancy Drew editorial for Issue 9. If it hadn’t been for Anabela of Fieldguided (a blog I love whose author I’ve never met, despite a recent discovery that we live a within walking distance from each other), I would have probably missed the annual spectacle that is the cherry blossom tree blooming. Avyn Wornette was in the office when I made the discovery and we hatched a plot to throw together a last minute photoshoot for fun. Of course, when our planned day arrived I got buried under work and couldn’t leave the office, but I sent Avyn and her friend Adelle out with the WORN camera – and a bunch of clothing Avyn made – to frolic in the fields for what looked like a lovely afternoon. One of these days I’ll make it out of here!