Border crossings imply danger. If there is an imposed border, there is a hierarchy of power, territory and control involved. Before the fall of the Berlin Wall, I crossed into Czechoslovakia many times, alone, without much hassle. But in 1983 I was detained for four hours in East Berlin in a solitary room with my passport confiscated. Crossings from West to East or North to South reflect difference, and before the Cold War ended the super powers reflected their fear of one another with barbed wire fences, trained guard dogs, and bullets. Women around the world are still subjected daily to humiliating searches at borders.
Checkpoint Charlie, Club Lingerie, Los Angeles. 1985. Photo: Kenna Love
In the early 1980's in Los Angeles there was a club/performance scene that flamboyantly pushed the borders of 'wearable art', sculpture, sound performance, and gala. Working with Carol Booten, who was my co-hort at FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising) , we produced, performed and arranged an array of strange hybrid happenings. Often, like the Checkpoint Charlie work, they were related to concurrent paintings.