Editorial Photography
"Colors of the night" Naschmarkt, Vienna
Advertising Agency: Stockenhuber Design
Photographer: Daniela Stockenhuber

(c) D. Stockenhuber, Stockenhuber Design, Austria 


Client: Lothar Daniel Bechtold, Fashion Designer
Advertising Agency: Stockenhuber Design
Project: Fashion Collection Sales Folder, Website, Social Media,
Print ad campaign season: spring/summer 2014
Branche: Fashion
Art Director, CD: D. Stockenhuber
Year: 2014


For the thousand ways I resist the patriarchy every day, there are another ten thousand ways in which I give in, lie back, and let the flow of oppression take me away. … I have never consented. Not once. Every single sexual encounter I have ever had with a man exists on the same spectrum of rape from the most obvious to the most insidious. Every time I do so much as shave my legs, simply because I have been conditioned to hate their natural state, my body is not my own. It is always a tool of the patriarchy, valued for its fuckibility. I stand in front of the mirror plucking my eyebrows weekly, pleased with their socially acceptable shape, but horrified by the realization that I have no idea what I would like my eyebrows to look like if I was a truly free of this horrid cycle of self-hatred and mental illness. I love myself for looking pretty, I hate myself for looking pretty. I love myself for resisting looking pretty, I hate myself for resisting looking pretty. This horror is specifically constructed to take away our consent in almost every detail of our lives.

Every single one of us is sick. The society which has given us our life has taken away our identity and agency. Who am I outside of the short brunette with purposely tousled sexy hair? I have no idea. Simply the mental energy required to resist the smallest details of the patriarchy is beyond my grasp. I can float on top of this vast ocean of madness, but I am still a part of it and my toes are not dry.

And I hate myself, almost as much as I hate the men who would use me and discard me as a temporary sheath for their penis. When I take the time to really think about who I am, and how I know who I am, its very clear that everything about me is manufactured for the profit or pleasure of someone other than myself. This sickness is like a cancer, a parasite, that encompasses my entire existence and being… it is Stockholm Syndrome. I am happy for being oppressed. I “consent” to oppression to be happy. All I can do is condemn the patriarchy while hypocritically adhering to it in ways unknown and known to me.

This violence will not cease in so long as we remain complacent that our choices are good and just because they must be our own. The entire structure of society is based on a convenient lie. I did not manufacture this atrocity, I did not set the gears in motion. Sometimes I oil them, and sometimes I throw small pebbles into the clockwork out of futile spite. In my lifetime I will never be free of the patriarchy, no matter how far I run, and neither will anyone else.

My only consolation is that I am self-aware enough to admit my madness, to mourn for a world that is terminally sick, and that my purpose in this vast mechanism is to be oppressed rather than to enforce and perpetuate the oppression. Why I live is not that because of the knowledge that my choices are my own, because that delusion is not available to a critical mind. No, I live with the assurance that in so long as I live, I will never consent to bring another into this existence of internalized agony, nor will I ever pretend that this is what I would want, if I was ever, even for a moment, given the free choice.

—  Jen, in a comment from IBTP

Good point. Of course, nobody thinks about it that deeply when they’re invoking the cosmic appellate court. From my experience, the compulsion to assign a responsible agent to our circumstances and then desperately beseech it is a universal human reflex. We even do things like yell at our computers thinking it’s going to speed up the Internet connection.


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Job: Recruitment Campaign WEST, Print Ad Campaign
Status: Presentation, Layout
Agency: PKP BBDO
Text: C. Burtscher
Art Director: D. Stockenhuber
Concept/Idea: D. Stockenhuber

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