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Fashion Wonderland: Badgley Mischka pre-fall 2014



Paradise Lodge, Mount Rainier, Washington State, USA

(by Don Briggs)

I need Washington.


Some people love to shut down people who talk about trans and intersex issues by saying that they’re “only 1% of the population” and thus can be ignored since they “aren’t statistically significant enough.”

By that logic, we can now systematically ignore:

  • Redheads
  • The entire state of Rhode Island
  • Anyone who makes over $500,000 a year
  • Pacific Islanders
  • Australia



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When cancer isn'€™t a fight

Tonight I planned on drinking a bottle of wine. Instead, I realized that she would be gone in less than a year - it had the same effect.

A year and four months ago, my sister was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. My family crumpled under the weight of the diagnosis. She is the youngest besides me, diagnosed at the age of 28. Stage four is obviously very serious, but we had hope. First, she started chemo and radiation. Though she felt robbed of her femininity, my sister powered through. She showed improvement and she fed off the energy of the loved ones that surrounded her. Then, it seemed like a miracle - she was cleared to take a new genetic drug and was able to stop chemo. When she started taking it, results showed quickly and her tumors started shrinking. She was still having a difficult time, but she had hope.

Fast forward some time. Around the one year anniversary of her diagnosis - a milestone we were told we would never see - she started getting sick more often. She was in the hospital more frequently and something was off. It was in December, just a few days after Christmas and a few before I was to fly to England to spend a semester abroad, that we received news that the medicine had stopped working, her tumors were regrowing, and she would return to chemo as a last ditch effort.

It has been three months since then. I’ve continually felt guilty about being overseas while my sister is suffering. Our family has slowly been coming to the realization that she will not live much longer. I am thankful to be able to visit her for her 30th birthday - one that most people dread at least slightly but our entire family is overjoyed to see her through. Being far away, nobody tells me much and I have felt rather detached, but there are little instances that remind me that there comes a point when we are unable to do anything but let time show us its plan.

One of those times was tonight when I read this article. I’m not nearly as well-spoken or fluid as this writer, so I am thankful that they are able to convey what I cannot even admit to myself.

…Deserve it, then. Study, do your work. Be honest, frank and fearless and get some grasp of the real values of life. You will meet, of course, curious little annoyances. People will wonder at your dear brown and the sweet crinkley hair. But that simply is of no importance and will soon be forgotten. Remember that most folk laugh at anything unusual, whether it is beautiful, fine or not. You, however, must not laugh at yourself. You must know that brown is as pretty as white or prettier…The main thing is the YOU beneath the clothes and skin—the ability to do, the will to conquer, the determination to understand and know this great, wonderful, curious world. Don’t shrink from new experiences and custom. Take the cold bath bravely…Enjoy what is, and not pine for what is not. Read some good, heavy, serious books just for discipline: Take yourself in hand and master yourself. Make yourself do unpleasant things, so as to gain the upper hand of your soul.