Selling my clothes (and dreams)
Welcome to my Vinted
I’ve sold some of my clothes on Vinted and written fantasies to go with them. I’m milking Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari’s framework of desire here which states that desire does not work through lack (which is Freud’s conception of desire i.e. “I want what I can’t have”) but instead something much more generous, “assemblage” or collage.
In Deleuze & Guattari’s framework of desire you don’t desire to own the dress because you don’t own it already, you desire to be the woman in the dress leaning across the table laughing carelessly with an old friend…1 in other words you always desire in context.
I want to stir some of these feelings in you by sharing some of the fantasies these clothes sparked in me.
#1 Sexy bistro dress
You’re late for dinner. An old friend you met under strange circumstances has stayed not true to but definitely around you and though it isn’t desperately erotic between the two of you it’s definitely been energetic enough to keep the flame of friendship going across the years… despite distance, despite a lack of mutual friends. He studied politics and social history through food but now, patting academia firmly away he’s working in a wine shop and writing. This month he’s writing about the new bistro culture in London and has invited you to eat with him at a restaurant he’s reviewing (you won’t have to pay.) You agree and when the evening comes you honour it. It’s warm again. You’re ready to be an animal in a smart bistro in London (one with a very discreet entrance) and as you eat he tells you (because you asked, because it’s delicious) about some of the details he noticed in various women he saw at the airport last week: a butterfly hair clip, a falling pony tail, a stray hair sticking, a sleepy gown… and it’s so lovely, so reassuring (and erotic, to you, a beautiful woman in a beautiful dress) that all of those details aren’t lost, that sometimes a stranger (perfect) collects them and carries them over into the next week to share and savour them in a smart bistro with an old friend—and your neckline, your gorgeous heart’s centre, plunges into your dessert.
(100% silk)
Deleuze & Guattari eat your heart out
From my bedroom to yours,
@literarystylist on Vinted & Depop
I am frequently drawn to the idea of doing literary lap dances and this is yet another one—one in which most of the sex comes from the life-force.