What I'm going to write about, what I'm going to make October respond to, it's still in my head. As the local priest once told us, the abundance of possibilities, even if it might seem otherwise, does not make us more free. Man would actually choose yes or no in those to be answered. I never got too good of a feeling about this binary system of machine possibilities. For a priest—there are many kinds of priests—life will be made much easier by dividing everything into good and evil, it may be, but it does not serve me. Leading the temptation of dizziness or sorrow that brings variety, today I have decided to dedicate myself to fashion in garments.

The costume is also one of our symbols, even in what grandmothers do not know how to sew or do not want to sew directly. Homo symbolicus cannot prevent, with the same misfortune and happiness as Midas, that everyone who touches it acquires meaning. For this reason, and in order to clarify things, I have always proclaimed, to the point of disgusting my friends, but never in a public forum, that someone would have to include their hands in a treatise on Basque aesthetics, but not in line with Oteiza’s metaphysical banalities, but rather with the main trends that we use in dress, hairstyle and these little questions, and their origins and consequences, with the intention of collecting them.

“The shirt with pictures, the mesh, the lining, the mountain boot, the maón trousers, the long beards and the chima identified us as models of Basque identity” (the hooks are mine), says Asier Serrano in his new book of poems. For what reason? In the town of Cristóbal Balenciaga and Paco Rabanne has a national meaning been given to walking barefoot? Long live The Ugly Basque Country who cried out?

I have some clues. A slogan here is to appear natural, without artifice. And since it is not possible to walk naturally from the fashion creators Adam & Eba, the order is interpreted in different ways: dressed in the style of twenty years ago, the style of farm work clothing also used for the town or city, since the sport is also healthy with the sportswear adapted to all occasions, women matching the differences with men as much as possible. The latter would require differentiated attention. Roberto Arlt says during his visit to the Basque Country before the war that the girls here look like boys, the social and religious control of the time would not allow them to behave like females.

I’m generalizing: we have Saizarbitori moccasin garnets, Skunkfunk and even Zara, which is probably the majority. Even though I’m more of a clumsy person than an elegant person, I think I love fashion. I deceive myself by feeling independent after buying a kamisa. You, Ur, what makes you feel sovereign?