Am I more than I remember I am?

Lyn Hejinian is extraordinary.  She concerns herself with memory and identity, and the way the self fluctuates under scrutiny.  Who am I?  Am I who I remember myself to be?  If my memory changes, do I change?  Is the process of remembering indistinguishable from reimagining?  By recalling myself, do I get nearer to or further from who I really am?  Am I more than I remember I am?

Maybe this isn't the stuff of blogs.  Maybe I'm doing it wrong.  But I have come to a place where I don't care to answer that.  Instead, I'd rather turn to today's

LOOK:

Thanks, Androgyny Magazine Issue 3 2007/8

So straight off, she's wearing white stockings in a forest.  Wrong!  I mean, the nettles alone!  The amount of time she is going to have to spend picking thorns, leaves, dirt and pincers from the pale membrane of her lovely white legs far outweighs the virtues of wearing stockings in the first place.  That aside,  her look is deeply awesome.  She is in the forest, a pretty redhead all alone, and her posture suggests that no wolf would even dare.  Don't.  Even.  Try.  This is the kind of fairy tale that's going to end badly for predators.

But in terms of fashion, she is rocking a lovely pair of puff sleeves with a monochromatic applique and some darling brown buttons.  And the whoosh of her oversized fringe collar!  The peter pan neckline is a bit virginal, but it succeeds because you suspect she's not wearing any pants.  And when you realise her cute bondage shoes aren't heels but flats (on tipee toe), you know that that this is one little red riding hood who intends to save grandma *and* have time for muffins.  Plus she's wearing a GIANT POLKA DOT as a bracelet.  Done and dusted.