Met Gala

Camp is not a natural mode of sensibility, if there be any such. Indeed the essence of camp is its love of the unnatural: of artifice & exaggeration.*

Camp is a woman walking around in a dress made of 3million feathers. A refusal to grow up. A question mark that won’t let it’s line be straightened into an exclamation point.

Camp is a sensibility that among other things, converts the serious into the frivolous.

The hallmark of camp is the spirit of extravagance.

-Cassy

*All quotes from Susan Sontag, Notes on “Camp”, 1964

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