I wanted to take a step forward and test if Faritrade could be a vehicle for Culture Punch and therefore for the Pink dollar. In the shadow of Black lives matter and Toronto Pride, we picked a product that has significance to me (and my partner in this venture, my sister), representing a voyage that our forefathers have taken and matched it to Western queer symbolism- The Drag Queen- a connection to Stonewall and the Sisters who fought the police tooth and glittering nail half a century ago for our Northern collective rights. I also wanted to pair the product to a charity (like so many ethical companies do) and chose The Rainbow Railroad, with the subtext that Canada is a safe haven (imperfect yes) for the newly minted LGBTQ2 diaspora.
As I continued on this path, I hit up a school that had built a new facility in the centre of a once marginalized area in Canada. This ethical/source local program had publicized a course for newcomers to Canada. A place to learn essential sewing skills. When I asked if the sewers would stitch the silk pouches that wrapped our tea boxes, for training purposes, I did not get a reply. During this time, I read the CBC article Toasting To Roasting that spoke of an Inuit-owned Coffee coffee shop buying their beans directly from indigenous Peruvians. Is this shit getting real or what? Even our tag line, ‘The Gayest Tea In The World,’ a clear detournement of the derogatory term, ‘that’s so gay,’ could not ward off the reality.
The maquette that was Darjeeling Dahling was building on an existing blue print. You know the one I’m talking about. I was re-creating the past and this part of the Culture Punch ideation was over- it had fulfilled its purpose. Now, Darjeeling Dahling will sit here- product, verbiage, and video to be interpreted by you. Thank you Sis, for accompanying me on this part of the journey. We’re just getting started…
P.S.We would still like you to buy your tea and coffee from JustUs! and donate to Rainbow Railroad with the caveat: don’t knock it until you can do better. And if you can- let us know!
Since we are in the ideation stage of Culture Punch and Queer lives are to be an integral part of the agenda, I hit the QEW, last week, heading for the Queer Canada Conference at Brock U in Saint Catherine’s Ontario. Trucks whizzed by at warp speed as I braved the rain-slick highway at 5 am. Had I made a mistake? After all, this was an academic conference and my dip into academia ended decades ago, with a detour to Paris and design.
The conference started at a fresh 8am and I was already turned around in the interconnected complexes of the university campus. I was out of my league, lost, and thinking that I should have just stuck to what I know. Why not skip the gathering and go hunting for Linda Evangelista? I wondered what type of house she had built and if she still only got out of bed for a cool ten thousand as I crossed a courtyard to yet another building.
Here in a small town on the Canadian Shield lived a brother and sister. I am the one in front, looking left (even then). Nice sweat-palazzos, hunh? This was just the beginning of my love affair with fashion that drew bullies from miles around, drawn to me like glitter to RuPaul’s brow. But who cared? Not me. I was pro-tec-ted. My sister always had my back. Rushmee’s the one looming behind, the one with the Farrah Faucett Feather. Nice hair Sis!
“Rush and I were both born in Ireland- not even a year a part. We’re technically Irish twins.”
These days, it’s raining trouble. The world seems to get scarier by the minute. I learned this the hard way when I started to map out a plan to create a high-end atelier in Bangladesh (drawing from my Parisian Haute Couture roots). The news of the killing of Xulhaz Mannan (an openly gay blogger and intellectual) opened up old rooms in my head where I had left my bullies under lock and key. My plans to open up the atelier were put on pause as I tried to come to grips, for the second time in my life, of who I actually was in this picture. I overthought, like usual, and axed everything until Rushmee and I decided to go to a Fairtrade conference in Nova Scotia. Continue reading →
A few years ago, I heard of the demise of a supplier that I had once worked with. My thoughts went out to my primary contact there. He is a soft-spoken man at least twenty years my senior and had worked for the company most of his life. We never spoke of his homosexuality, he was of another generation and the complexities of gender in India was out of my purview (I am learning more these days) .
What we had was a friendship and when he rang and asked if I had anything to work on (he was going it solo), I really had to think. I was busy with a full time job and as those of you in the clothing industry know, full time means heavy overtime. But, I honed in on something small, perhaps a bowtie, an object that did not require sizing. In the bizz, SKU numbers are killer and concentrating on accessories seemed to be manageable. I had a website designed and targeted the wedding industry, purchasing a table at the WedLuxe event in Toronto. I even scored a small blurb in NOW magazine by the present style editor of The Globe & Mail, Andrew Sardone. Of which I am very grateful.
Then, as you know, I got involved in worker’s rights and ditched everything. Now that I look back, we were already on the path to an authentic venture. Arunava’s (not his name) and my story are very different but the space that we inhabited when we worked on the project was ours to share.
As we enter phase one of Culture Punch and after all the compliments I have received for our bowties, I am re-launching the accessories but with a third of the proceeds going to Rainbow Railroad. Continue reading →