Mark Peckmezian for Double No.30 FW 2015

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@muselessness
Mark Peckmezian for Double No.30 FW 2015
choices
suburban blues
failures
first attempts properly shooting film
1. Cherry glazerr
Don’t call them cute. After all, they did trick you (me) into thinking they’re just another teenage shoegaze-y noise pop band. Cherry Glazerr are smarter than you — they know you expect verses about unrequited crushes and girly silliness, and they give it to you, all while subverting your expectations and totally working the system. I see what you did there, Cherry Glazerr, you didn’t fool me. Unless you did, by making me think that song was about more than just grilled cheese. Either way, it’s indirectly direct, dark and I like it, let’s leave it at that.
https://soundcloud.com/cherryglazerr
2. Babe Punch
A self-proclaimed Riot-Grrrl band from the hometown of Robin Hood, Babe Punch only have two songs out, which are really fucking promising. Just gotta wait for that EP now.
https://soundcloud.com/babe-punch-1
3. Dirty Fences
Some Rock ’n’ Roll is never wrong, especially when that particular sonic delight comes from the amps of four men dressed as 50’s housewives. That’s exactly how the band presents itself in their video for Judy (Don’t Go). Otherwise, they just seem like regular dudes from New York, who really know how to play their instruments and write good music. Solid.
https://dirtyfences.bandcamp.com/album/dirty-fences
4. Black Honey
Black Honey have become one of my favourite bands in the past 6 months, and I think I’m not the only one — the band has received a lot of media attention, which they refuse to give back, hiding behind their capes like a group of magicians or something. But it works, and the front woman Izzy’s Nancy Sinatraesque croons, diluted with hysterical screams, about televisions, magazines and silver screens comments on pop-culture for what it has made out of us; all while the rest of the band plays cinematic surf rock, straight out of the 60’s.
https://soundcloud.com/blackhoneyuk
5. Shopping
Concerned with consumer culture and not afraid to speak out about, Shopping comes over as a true post-punk band. Since self-releasing their first album in 2012, they’ve signed onto Fat Cat records and are releasing a new album in the fall. Meanwhile, go listen to the album’s single “Why Choose” — it’ll guaranteed make you think.
https://soundcloud.com/shoppingband
Hinds
If weed candy was music, this is what it would sound like. Still not sold? The band consists of four hot mega-babes from Spain who have accents you never knew you wanted to hear singing surf-y garage rock tunes.
https://soundcloud.com/hindsband
(For Issues Magazine)
We quickly forget about that world that we construct for ourselves in our mid-teens, we easily neglect the fact that at this time in our lives we start growing into our identities. We don't recall how hard it was to be heard, to be accounted for, to be taken seriously. While society expects teenagers to make decisions that will impact the rest of their lives (choosing a university, a career path…), it also perceives them as some sort of weird breed of human which operates differently to "grown-ups". The struggle is real, so to say, and it's realest when you haven't hit that growth spurt you might not actually ever hit, or when that baby fat lingers on your cheeks for what seems to be all eternity; when you just look younger than you possibly are. People judge a book by its cover and while youth has always been an obsession in popular culture, on a personal level it is often associated with cluelessness and immaturity. Being a teenager today bears a lot of pressure and kids try to make up for it by reaching for the adult standard of what a fully fledged individual is, expecting of each other what adults expect of them. This is where the anxieties kick in, where the baby faces become the subject of self-loathing, where the awkwardness ensues.
To remind ourselves and you, the reader, of where the complicated relationship that a lot of us have with our bodies stems from, we talked to a regular 16-year-old. Her name is Vera, she goes to an American international school. Vera also looks very young, younger than most of her peers and no one let’s her forget that. We talked about her insecurities, parties and Facebook. Here's how the conversation went:
What is your biggest insecurity?
My glasses. I feel like they, and the fact that I'm often found reading a book on the bus to school, make me look like a nerd. In year 7 I was really good at school as well, which at some point I began to see as really uncool, so I purposely got a bunch of D's by not putting any effort into anything I did. It haunts me to this day. Being short and having a baby-face is another thing I hate. When my friends and I meet up with some kids from other schools, everyone always thinks I'm from the grade below or something. It's really embarrassing.
Do you ever try to look older?
Yes, when I go out with my friends, I do… When I wanna look older, I take my glasses off.
Do you still get carded?
Yeah I do. Like, I don't know why I still do it. I guess it makes me feel older. Once, when I was trying to get into a club, my friend Clara made me take my glasses off, put shiploads of makeup on my eyes. I wore platform sneakers. Still got carded.
What does 'going out' entail for you?
Uh, just an opportunity to hang out with my friends. It's often fun, sometimes awkward. When we first went out we got like one Mojito for 7 people.
Do you ever go to house parties?
Well, people don't really do that, because everyone's parents are always home. But there is this annual end-of-year party. It's called "the Quarry" and it always happens in the forrest, in the middle of nowhere, which is quite sketchy. The police come every year. The entire high school, apart from the freshmen, is there, everyone hangs out and there's a group of stoners in the back. It's quite fun… Last time when the police came and were like "you need to leave", shining flashlights, I walked directly through a bush. And I only had one beer! The tequila flavoured ones, you know?
Do you usually drink much when you're out?
Not really. Sometimes when I've had a couple of drinks and want to go and get myself another, my friends stop me. None of us really have more than three drinks when we're out — we're super lame with that, but I guess that's good.
Any other bad habits?
I don't smoke and none of my friends do either. But the popular kids do. They smoke cigarettes, because that's a 'cool' thing to do and they think it makes them seem so much older when they do it. I just think that it makes them not as mature as they think. But then when I hang out with some of my friends' other friends they're like "Oh, so you don't smoke? So you don't do anything? So you're like 12?" and it makes me feel really lame, when I'm not actually.
What is maturity?
I think it's being aware of how old you are, knowing where you stand and understanding that everything will come in it's own time.
What about boys?
I hate the guys in my grade… Though I do have a guy-friend at school — we're not that close, but I've met his soccer friends and they're all a lot more mature than the guys at my school. They probably all think I'm really young. It was actually quite embarrassing; When I met my friend's team, I started liking one they boys. I then found out that he's in the year below me and that completely turned me off. I mean, I'm 16 and he's 15, that'd be like super weird!
Would you not hang out with someone younger than yourself?
I don't know. I mean, just like people probably judge me, I judge the freshmen at my school. It's just the way they go about things like going out — they do it in such a showy manner, letting everyone know that they are going out. Like, I'm only talking about going out, because you're asking me.
Back to boys! What makes a guy mature to you?
Hm, maturity in boys? Not making jokes about retards. Or stupid racist jokes that I don't find funny.
How do you let someone know you noticed them? Did that one guy you met add you on Facebook?
No one uses Facebook anymore. He added me on Instagram.
it helps when your boyfriend is good-looking.
i was 19
According to most dictionaries available on the internet, a crisis is a time of intense difficulty, trouble or danger. Basically, life is a crisis. And it's not like it isn't widely acknowledged — parents like to blame their 16 year old acting out on the adolescent crisis said child is going through; Lena Dunham has in recent years become the poster child for the quarter life crisis with the success of Girls; the phenomenon of middle aged men buying a Porsche and driving off into the sunset with a 23 year old blonde is often attributed to their midlife crisis. But no one ever thought to coin a term that would signify that state you're in when you're about to turn 20.
A bout of further internet research revealed that in popular opinion, 20 is where the quarter life crisis begins. I have two problems with this: a.) As far as I'm concerned, I'm planning on living for at least 100 years, rather than a meager 80, if we’re being mathematical ; b.) Turning 25 is hardly the same thing as turning 20. There isn't the drama of entering the third decade of your life, and neither is there isn't the relief of being able to legally drink in Paraguay, Thailand or Japan and, most importantly, you're not saying goodbye to your teenage years, it’s boring, in-the-middle, meh. I don't know why it is that no one tells you how traumatic it actually is to lose the "1" that is at the front of your age. While you're a teen, you feel like everything in your life is forever — like you'll be wearing your "signature" feather shaped ring forever, like you'll be in love with every boy (read: NOT MAN) you happened to be in a relationship (whether they were aware of it or not) with forever, like you'll be young forever. But there you are, it's as if you turned 13 yesterday and now you're almost 20. It's likely that your teeth are slightly stained by coffee and nicotine and that your boobs are bigger and that the emotional distress you might have gone through has slightly changed the landscape of your psyche, but in essence you still feel like the same awkward being you were seven years ago. Yet, you're expected to pay rent and your love of King Crimson and Alber Camus just isn't that impressive anymore. Virginia Woolf once said that growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others. Well, Virginia Woolf was Virginia Woolf, but I can't help thinking that I'm almost 20 and I still haven't accomplished any of the things that were on my things-to-do-before-I-realize-I'm-sort-of-a-grown-up list. I haven't achieved that perfect body I wanted, nor do my peers praise me for my intellect and creativity, and my plans of world domination? They most certainly fell through. Maybe the illusion I've acquired is that I have more potential than I actually fulfill?
Of course, when I voice these sentiments they are met by all too familiar smirks on the faces of the "adults" that surround me. When I deliver a speech on how I'm a failure of a wunderkind (who knows, maybe you or I could have been like the next Mozart or something?), I end up feeling like the narrator in the Little Prince when his drawing of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant was mistaken for a picture of a hat — misunderstood. Nevertheless, my disappointment in myself isn't all too unjustified. I am part of a generation with an infinity of possibilities. A generation of tech-literate bloggers/writers/entrepreneurs/whatevers who build up entire online media empires by the time they're eighteen. At the same time, the very "adults" that find my failed ambitions endearing, remind us every day that we all have the same resources, that Beyoncé has the same amount of hours in a day, that we could/should have amounted to more than we are at this very moment. One of my course tutors likes to start class by acquainting us with the work of "successful" young creatives. "This guy is 20, he's already publishing a book AND he didn't have to go to college to do that. If he can do it, you can do it too." Aaaand cue downwards spiral of frustration and self-doubt.
While few become diamonds under the pressure, many, not unlike me, go limp and disintegrate in the face of stress like a cookie that's been dunked into milk for a little too long. With everyone having equal possibilities, most things have already been said and seen. A generation which considers blogging a profession, is probably also a generation of too many choices. The fear of committing to an idea, subject or aesthetic is stifling when it comes to creativity. Then, once you're over your commitment issues, you're intimidated to put your work out there; it's like getting naked in front of a crowd, which, unless you're a stripper/nudist/exhibitionist (and that's is totally fine, you do you), you likely don't feel particularly comfortable doing. You just add the results of your labour to thousands of other things that might be similar to what you produced. Amongst that ocean of essays, articles, images, music, videos, your work will float around, looking for a place of its own. The other scary thing is that there's not really a sure-fire way to know that you're not shit before you expose your work. While putting it out there will bring you closer to knowing, you can't ever be sure that you actually are good, because, obviously, it's all highly subjective. It's a vicious cycle. So I guess there's only one solution, really: stop wasting time on hating and doubting yourself and start creating things that you are happy with.
There are still loads of questions about growing up that still remain unanswered. The film Liberal Arts (which I was brought to due to my love for middle-of-the-road independent cinema) largely deals with the topic of coming of age. The oldest character and also the movies voice of reason, has a striking line: "Nobody feels like an adult, it's the world's dirty secret." So do adults even exist? Does anyone fully realize what it is to be one? How does one become an adult? Do you get a membership card mailed to you? Or is there some sort of initiation process? My theory is that adulthood is like Fight Club, the first rule being that you don't talk about it. There is no other explanation for the fact that school teaches you trigonometry and the theory of evolution, but not how to gracefully glide through life. So far, through trial the error (especially the latter), I have perfected my stumbling, but who knows, maybe the day I turn 20 that all will change, the Secret Society Of Responsible Adults will recognize me as a new member and I will magically learn to glide overnight... I'll just have to wait and see. And in the meanwhile, I'll be mourning the loss of my teenhood and thinking if I really want to live forever, forever and ever, because if the individual's life wasn't a fleeting moment in the history of humanity, would it have any significance?
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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