Happy 2017 to the lot of you. Those of you have been around these parts for long enough know well my comical indifference to another day in the calendar, so I’ll spare you the rant of daily self-improvement over commercial mantras doomed to fade into the abyss of habit and vice.
Similarly, if you’ll pardon the stretch of a segue, I’ve never invested time or thought in horoscopes. On the contrary – if I catch myself looking for some celestial jurisdiction to which I can attribute some blame, it’s a sure sign that I’ve had a traumatic week at work. That, or I’m hormonal.
For the most part, to psychologically forgo responsibility of one’s own character and career and unhealthy brunch decisions (though the pancakes were so worth it) makes the vast uncertainty of arbitrary societal pressures a little more tolerable. So when some new acquaintance discovers that you’re a Gemini and exclaims that but of course, that explains so much! as if there had been some giant question mark hanging over your head before that point, I can appreciate the root of the cause – the search for some greater meaning that might give a different sense of belonging to some alternate Venn circle of unknowns, somewhat analogous to religious conversion. But I would like to think that my apparently archetypal Gemini personality is more of a product of my upbringing, education and life experiences to date, rather than the position of the Sun and the Moon and other miscellaneous space matter at the split second of my birth.
And yet, the idea of duality is so intrinsic to the modern female vernacular. Not in the literal sense of two dimensions as such. Certainly, there are the headline favourites like “Career Mums” whose social oxymoron has waned in its discord in our developed world since women could actually access tertiary educations and resources to be able to balance the equivalent of two full-time jobs (that is, in a fairly simplified sense of a whole other global gender equality debate). But, I think the more relevant meaning of “duality” here is to avoid operating on a single plane – being (as much as I hate the buzzword) multi-faceted.
Sartorially speaking, in this story I shot with Kate Bosworth for Tory Burch, this sentiment physically manifested in a range of day-to-night, casual-to-cocktail ensembles starring Tory’s new season bags bearing the Gemini name and philosophy. In action, however, this is not a 100th-time broken record of “behold Lady Kate – the model-slash-actress, the it-girl-slash-hollywood-starlet, the wife-slash-career-woman” or “she has two different coloured eyes” or “shot and styled by Margaret, the photographer-stylist”, as if it were so otherworldly that any such pairing might exist. It’s simply an acknowledgement and an extended visual conversation demonstrating Kate’s depth of field as a human being, subverting the press has enforced on her in digestible labels. She who chooses to constantly self-educate herself beyond what is required of her job and industry standards. In our rambling discourse over our day of shooting Los Angeles, we covered off topic areas – of cinema, of feminism, of travel and cultural discovery – that spanned well beyond either of our prescribed roles for the day. 2017 off to a cracker start.