Fight Club


I just saw Fight Club for the first time. Yeah, I know I'm a little late on the cult classic, but I was nine when it came out. Even when I was old enough to watch it, I just never sought it out, although it was a must-see on my movie list. I'll be honest, I probably wouldn't have seen it were it not for Netflix. It's a good one. A really good one! Like, in all cinematic categories, it's all A+! It's been a long time since I was just baffled by a movie (oh and when you wait 17 years to see a movie, you get spoilers). Even though my husband and I knew the big spoiler of Fight Club, we were still like, 'WHAT THE?!?!?!'. And we sat there, just letting it soak in. We read some info on the whole meaning of it all and then we talked for half an hour about it. We could've talked longer about it (and if you know us, you know we can taaalllk), but it was late. I did make up for it by thinking about it all day, watching scenes over and over again, and of course, doing an illustration of Marla Singer surrounded by one of fav lines from the movie. 

This movie/book (I will admit, I haven't read this one) is the epitome of my dilemma of fashion; of wanting to be apart of this amazing industry, but not wanting to be materialistic. This has been a topic on my mind since college and was the main influence of my BFA. What are your thoughts? Is it possible to love the creations that walk down the runway (and even want them), but not be 'of the world'? Well, I guess if I'm going to be living by the philosophy of Fight Club then the answer is no.