Dear [subscriber: firstname | default: subscriber], I have talked about this before. I have mentioned it plenty of times. I might have tried to tell you what it is, but you know me. I talk and talk and talk and what am I even saying? Who knows? Not me. What I am trying to tell you is that WET BAGGAGE is finally finished! What is Wet Baggage, you ask? Sounds gay, you say? Well, babes, you’re not wrong there! Wet Baggage is like, so gay! Wet Baggage is an art project turned queer fashion magazine, commissioned by my friends at Palais des Beaux Arts. It comes in a box (not a closet) and the box comes in a bag. The bag is very pretty and can be used for other things as well, like shopping, or just looking good. But its first and intended purpose is packaging. This is not your typical magazine though, it’s not made from paper, its pages aren’t filled with text, models, and lets be honest, 90% advertisements. First and foremost, it is made from fabric. It’s “pages“, for a lack of better word, are filled with collages of fashion illustrations that adorn the pages of Chic Parisien from the late 19th and the early 20th century. Back then, photography was still in its early stages and very expensive, so magazines presented the latest fashions via illustrations, some of them are very famous today (if you know you know). One edition of Chic Parisien focuses on lingerie. Women are illustrated in parlors and sitting rooms. They’re together in groups, in their underwear. Tell me this doesn’t sound extremely gay! Also, aren’t the turn of the century and the 1920s the gayest years in human history? I don’t know, to me they seem so queer-coded. Like partying. Who does it best? The Queers. Money. Again, queer. Fashion. Queer. Art. SO gay. Voting. Gay. Women with short hair. Also gay. Speakeasies. Queer because they were illegal. Oscar Wilde. Gay. Radio. Gay. Cars. Gay. Telephones. Gay. Gay gay gay gay gay. The list goes on and I don’t care if you disagree.I drifted again. Wet baggage, wet baggage, wet baggage. The title didn’t originate from my mind. I think thats important to mention. Seth Weiner gave me the title, after I asked him for a list of possible titles, before I knew what I wanted to do. So I had the materials (Chic Parisienne) and I had a list of HILARIOUS titles. Somehow Wet Baggage stuck in my head like that really annoying song from Love, Actually, the dumbest Christmas movie in human history (though Netflix is trying really hard to break that record). I digress, again. So, long story short, Wet Baggage stuck in my head and I was thinking about what it could be and I was flipping through digitized pages of Chic Parisienne and suddenly the world made sense and the little voice in my head explained to me that Wet Baggage was obviously a new magazine by Atelier Bachwitz that I just had to make. So I made it. End of story. Enjoy. Oh, and if you want to own some Wet Baggage, there are only four in this world, so head to my shop or email me directly.Bussi, DaliaP.S.: Some people don’t have a voice in their heads. How do they think about stuff???
