A train of my thoughts this weekend...
1) I used to wish the world looked like pinny porn. (75% true today)
2) I only blog because I love to showcase my own pinny porn. (65% true today)
2) I read blogs because I love looking at pinny porn. (150% true every time actually I read blogs.)
What do these thoughts mean? First what does pinny porn mean?
Pinny porn, aka Domestic Porn, is defined on Urban Dictionary.com as "Magazines or shows that feature cooking, home decorating, or other issues of interest to women (usually yuppies), who get addicted to it the same way men do to porn." Somehow it all relates to the publication of The Gentle Art of Domesticity. But that is not a digression I wish to fluff.
Pinny porn to me is the photos. Specifically, the style of photography that is indigenous to craft blogs (like mine) and a great deal of women's fiction book art. The first Twilight book cover is a good example of of pinny porn:
But why, what makes it "pinny?" And what the fuck is pinny? A quick jfgi search informs me pinny is a derivative of the word pinafore. Logic goes pinafore --> apron --> housewife --> domestic. Okay I get this.
So, the soft focus photos, often macro images of "domestic" things. What is it about this photographic style makes me want to mimic it, to be a slovenly adherent? I am really drawn to this sentimental art.
It is dramatic. Small details writ large imbues the image with drama. I'm all about drama. And Meaning with a capital M. But there really is no meaning, just a porous canvas onto which I slather meaning where only emotional vacuity resides? Is this true? It could be true, and most likely is almost always true. And what does that mean? I don't know.
What I do know is of recent I sometimes wish my photography was different, grittier. I wish it was more emblematic of who I am. I don't want to proffer the world the sanitary, decorous, modest version of me that seems to be the sole purpose of pinny porn.
What else? I can't help but wonder what pinny porn will look like to world denizens in 100 years. 100 years ago it was memento mori, or post-mortem photography, that was de rigueur (pun intended!) If pinny porn is as foreign to our progeny as memento mori is to me now, color me amused.
sweater (in progress) knit in madelinetosh DK, colorway burnished
1) I used to wish the world looked like pinny porn. (75% true today)
2) I only blog because I love to showcase my own pinny porn. (65% true today)
2) I read blogs because I love looking at pinny porn. (150% true every time actually I read blogs.)
What do these thoughts mean? First what does pinny porn mean?
Pinny porn, aka Domestic Porn, is defined on Urban Dictionary.com as "Magazines or shows that feature cooking, home decorating, or other issues of interest to women (usually yuppies), who get addicted to it the same way men do to porn." Somehow it all relates to the publication of The Gentle Art of Domesticity. But that is not a digression I wish to fluff.
Pinny porn to me is the photos. Specifically, the style of photography that is indigenous to craft blogs (like mine) and a great deal of women's fiction book art. The first Twilight book cover is a good example of of pinny porn:
But why, what makes it "pinny?" And what the fuck is pinny? A quick jfgi search informs me pinny is a derivative of the word pinafore. Logic goes pinafore --> apron --> housewife --> domestic. Okay I get this.
So, the soft focus photos, often macro images of "domestic" things. What is it about this photographic style makes me want to mimic it, to be a slovenly adherent? I am really drawn to this sentimental art.
It is dramatic. Small details writ large imbues the image with drama. I'm all about drama. And Meaning with a capital M. But there really is no meaning, just a porous canvas onto which I slather meaning where only emotional vacuity resides? Is this true? It could be true, and most likely is almost always true. And what does that mean? I don't know.
What I do know is of recent I sometimes wish my photography was different, grittier. I wish it was more emblematic of who I am. I don't want to proffer the world the sanitary, decorous, modest version of me that seems to be the sole purpose of pinny porn.
What else? I can't help but wonder what pinny porn will look like to world denizens in 100 years. 100 years ago it was memento mori, or post-mortem photography, that was de rigueur (pun intended!) If pinny porn is as foreign to our progeny as memento mori is to me now, color me amused.
sweater (in progress) knit in madelinetosh DK, colorway burnished