Intense, isn’t he?
*ahem* Moving on.
The keffiyeh craze – old, but so not over. I’ve been meaning to mention both it and Adbusters on here for quite a while. Abusters, Canadian btw, was the only magazine I religiously followed back in Canada. Since Syria, my subscription has been chaotic at best, and often limited to the cover story/editorials/blog posts on their website. Anyway, their homepage featured this, which I found really disappointing. Not only the topic *hipsters? shudders* but also the obviously inaccurate statement below:
Take a stroll down the street in any major North American or European city and you’ll be sure to see a speckle of fashion-conscious twentysomethings hanging about and sporting a number of predictable stylistic trademarks: skinny jeans, cotton spandex leggings, fixed-gear bikes, vintage flannel, fake eyeglasses and a keffiyeh – initially sported by Jewish students and Western protesters to express solidarity with Palestinians, the keffiyeh has become a completely meaningless hipster cliché fashion accessory.
What the…? Ignorance? Racism? I have no words.
To correct you, the keffiyeh is a traditional headdress for Arab men, originally worn to protect farmers and fisherman from the sun. Then, come the 1960s, Yasser Arafat and his keffiyeh turned it into a sign of solidarity with Palestinians. Sympathetic “Jewish students and Western protestors” then picked it up.
Anyway. For more on the keffiyeh craze, check this out. And no, I’m not referring to the model. The link refers to KABOfest – who ranks under ‘brilliance’ in my books, by the way – and their keffiyeh archive (that’s the first link. The second is to their homepage). You could also google keffiyeh + rachel ray + dunkin’ donuts. But I warn you, you’ll be wading waist deep in hate, racism, and fanatical spewing in less time than your google search finishes (a none too shabby 0.11 secs for me)
I personally own two keffiyehs. One from the days when they were a standard, red-and-white show of solidarity and the other bluish-grey one (pictured here) from when they became what they are today.
Interesting side note: I’d like to add Damascus to the streets you can stroll down to see the “speckle of fashion-conscious twentysomethings hanging about.” Only here, we breed them early. Fourteen tops and they’re out all night, decked in their “skinny jeans, cotton spandex leggings, fixed-gear bikes, vintage flannel, fake eyeglasses and a keffiyeh.”