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In the European tradition, casual is the dress code that emphasizes comfort and personal expression over presentation and uniformity. It includes a very wide variety of costume, so it is perhaps better defined by what it is not than what it is. The following are not considered casual wear:
Blue jeans and a T-shirt have been described as the "casual uniform". With the popularity of spectator sports in the late 20th century, a good deal of athletic gear has influenced casual wear. Clothing worn for manual labor also falls into casual wear.
While utilitarian costume comes to mind first for casual dress, however, there is also a wide range of flamboyance and theatricality. Punk costume is a striking example. Madonna introduced a great deal of lace, jewelry, and cosmetics into casual wear during the 1980s. More recently, hip hop fashion has played up elaborate jewelry and luxurious materials worn in conjunction with athletic gear and the clothing of manual labor.
Casual wear is typically the dress code in which new forms of gender expression are attempted before being accepted into semi-casual or semi-formal situations. An obvious example is masculine jewelry, which was once considered shocking or titillating even in casual circles, and is now hardly noteworthy in semi-formal situations. Amelia Bloomer introduced trousers (of a sort) for women as a casual alternative to formal hoops and skirts. In a recent mirror image, sarongs and other skirts have been embraced by a few men of the European tradition as a casual alternative to formal trousers. Both of these innovations caused great embarrassment in formal circles.
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Plot: A road movie without a car "Crimson" follows the episodic, existential odyssey of mixed-race skate kid Kyle. An idealist in search of an ideology, we follow him as he journeys through the city desperate for human connection. Meditative in tone, with a touch of humor, the film examines issues of cultural isolation, Americanization and spiritual emptiness.
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Plot: Johanna doesn't think much about her Cousin Robert -- he seems to be rather a rascal. But when their parents go on a vacation, both children have to stay with their grandfather somewhere in Germany. Johanna finds out that Robert has different plans: He wants to discover a passage to the North Sea. And soon Johanna finds herself on a boat with three boys and a chicken called Gonzo, meeting all kinds of adventures on the river.
Genres: Family,My name be Pep Love
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Bow when I reveal real styles
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I'm aware, no one can compare so I fiend
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Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after forever