Posts Tagged ‘alexandra barton’

Hanky Panky

Monday, June 6th, 2011

Handkerchiefs remind me of a lot of things. Tied around the neck, they suggest an old-fashioned country crooner. Worn as headgear, they bring to mind L.A. gang-members or possibly music video back-up dancers.  And if you wrap one around your face to cover your nose and mouth you’re probably holding up a bank in the Old West.

But in the 1970’s in certain social circles, if a man placed a handkerchief in his jeans’ back pocket he not only announced his homosexuality but also his specific sexual fetishes. The Hanky Code developed in gay communities in Canada and the United States as a means of identifying sexual partners based on practices and compatibility. Colours and patterns symbolized different activities, from the relatively-vanilla (light blue for oral sex) to more extreme (black meant S&M, understandably). Friendly orange conveyed the rather daring message that you were ‘up for anything’.

While the back pocket was the most common placement, hankies were also looped around belts or tied around ankles. Worn on the left side they meant you were a ‘top’ (the penetrating role) while the left side signalled you were a ‘bottom’ (the penetrative side). Inexplicably, the sides could reverse meaning depending on which coast you were on.

The custom is thought to date back to California’s Gold Rush days when, due to a lack of female settlers, men would wear red bandannas when taking the woman role during square-dances. Sadly, this explanation is probably apocryphal. The Code more likely grew out of gay men’s fascination with cowboys, construction workers and leather-loving biker gangs in the 1960’s and 1970’s.

When the Code was first put in print, in Larry Townsend’s second edition of ‘The Leatherman Handbook’ in 1983, the list of colours was relatively brief. Paradoxically, as the tradition died away, the variation of colour and patterned symbols grew exponentially. While many of these are fanciful and little-used, symbols such as gingham for outdoor ‘country’ sex, Houndstooth for biting and argyle for ‘nerd-lovers’ show that you can be funny about your fetish.

While I personally would be much too shy, there’s something admirable about the brazenness of sticking your sexuality out your back pocket. As the gay world moves out of bars and into cyberspace, we risk losing what little sense of face-to-face community we have left. As a contributor put it on TheHankyCode.net (a site which seeks to continue the tradition by way of iPhone app):

“We no longer need to wear our stripes like our gay forebears in order to find and connect with fellow gays. We can do all that in a dark room, with our computers. As a result we have once again become invisible. And as long as we remain invisible we will never truly gain our equal rights.”

We can’t escape the fact that the Hanky Code is as tied to the era in which it was born as a double-knotted bandanna. But, just as Tea party activists wear the three-cornered hats and the brass-buttoned jackets of the 1770’s, gay men will continue to pay homage to the 1970’s, their equivalent era of revolution.

For more on the importance of clothing during the gay rights era read ‘Out of the Closet’ by Max Mosher in WORN Fashion Journal Issue 12.

-Max Mosher
-Additional Research by Haley Mlotek
-Illustrated by Alexandra Barton


I Don’t Think You’re Ready for this Jelly

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Our intern-turned-full-time-staffer (I think her official job title is “Head of All That Artsy Stuff”) Alexandra wears some of the coolest things. These transparent jelly shoes make her look like she’s walking on air.

Photography by Deua Medeiros


Shopping Under the Influence

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

There are two things l love in this world: pretty clothes and bangin’ parties. Any combo of the two will completely convince me that while shopping and drinking is a dangerous combo wallet-wise, it’s also a very clever way to promote a space, as proven by the Vintage 69 Housewarming Party.

My roomie Adam and I start getting ready like we would for any party: getting dressed up, changing eight times each, and sipping some bourbon while we fluff our hair. Already it’s more exciting than a regular vintage outing, which, for me, is generally a happenstance occasion when I am wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood. We discuss what would be the best time to get there, and the possible consequences of our equally dire financial situations, just like we’d do before any other party.

We get there pretty early and already the place is full of fashionable revelers snapping photos of each other. It really does feel like a house party: there’s beer, crackers and cheese, and a DJ to set the scene. The abundance of gorgeous and unique items is great for the party atmosphere, since there are conversation pieces everywhere. For example, one new friend explains the purchase of a doll’s head toilet paper cover, which was currently being used as a beer cozy, as “the sort of thing you’d only buy under the influence.”

Increasing sales through inebriation is an obvious benefit to the retail party. It also offers other unique opportunities for customer service. Marilyn, the owner of Rozaneh Boutique on the top floor, offers me delicious homemade ice cream in the clothing-strewn kitchen. After that, the purchase of a pair of her pretty crochet gloves seems not only fun, but fair. Plus, it even comes with a free drink ticket!

However, as the evening progresses, and I use up my ticket, I find my attention span is just as impaired as my sense of judgment. There seems to be some sort of calm necessity for me to focus, strip down, and actually try something on. It can be awkward being the only customer in a store, but being part of a well-dressed, chatty mob is also a bit distracting, though certainly far more pleasant.


In the end, the good company saved my bank account, but I also can’t wait to go back and see what I missed.

- Alexandra Barton


Funny Devil Face Wears Prada

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

So here I am, finally working at a real fashion magazine! It’s always been one of my dreams to become a fashion journalist; it’s right up there on my list of childhood aspirations, just below sorceress and rock star. Even so, while I know WORN isn’t your typical fashion publication, I was, at first, a little confused. How come no one has asked me to get them a latte yet? Why has no one thrown a coat on my desk? Where’s my trip to Paris? And why, may I ask, have I already gone into my third month of work without an obligatory song and dance number?

Then I remembered: like many of my childhood dreams, my ideas of what it’s like to work at a fashion magazine are based solely and solidly on what may not be the most realistic of representations. Mainly, movies.

Specifically, there are two films which, while separated by decades, present pretty much the same accepted ideas about the cut-throat world of fashion magazine employment, and which have formed my fashion fantasies: The Devil Wears Prada, and its eerily similar predecessor, Funny Face.

Both films start with the same premise: a young, bookish brunette falls into a hard-to-get gig at a fashion magazine by complete accident. She meets a demanding, influential fashion editor, who insists on a makeover. The bookish brunette resists but is eventually swayed by the glamour of the fashion industry, visits Paris, falls in love, and tries to come to terms with her new identity. This is standard stuff!

Funny Face was made in 1957, with Audrey Hepburn playing Jo, the bookish brunette who’s swept up into modeling by powerful and cranky Maggie Prescott (Kay Thompson). In the fashion offices of “Quality” magazine, Maggie’s flock of fashion followers jump at her proclamation that pink will be the next big thing. They don’t hesitate to do a song and dance about it, each clad in a different pink suit. Later, Maggie gives advice to Jo about how to give a good press conference, with all the necessary doo-eee-ooohs included. Jo’s big conflict is reconciling her love of empathetic philosophy with her new love of running down big marble staircases in fancy dresses for her love interest and photographer played by Fred Astaire. In the end, she chooses fashion.

In the Devil Wears Prada, the bookish brunette is of course Andy (Anne Hathaway), whose naïveté is abused by the Anna Wintour stand-in Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep). Although there’s technically no song and dance, Miranda’s office bends to her whims in the same manner. Andy gets sucked in not only with the extreme demands of the job, but with free makeovers and wardrobe perks.

So what about me? I’m relatively bookish, brunette, and here I am at a fashion magazine! But so far, my editor hasn’t asked me to get her any rare manuscripts, no one’s done any obligatory dancing (yet), and I haven’t had a makeover foisted upon me. Because of WORN’s creative content, as I’m sure you know, I get to stay in love with philosophy, and still feel the fashion-thrill equivalent of fancy-dress staircase descents. I can’t say I’m not a little relieved about these things, in what might be the first instance where I’m happier movies have turned out to be untrue.

I mean, I’m still going to Paris. Right?

-Alexandra



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