last day of the FBI v. Mohamed Mohamud trial

laptop photo on 1-30-13
main lobby
US District Court
Portland, Oregon
Main Lobby
between the two huge American Flags

roughly speaking, i was attempting to gain voice through fashion.

the patriotic expression of my american free speech flowered in silence.

in fashion, i showed my distaste for the vulgarity of the FBI Trap Trial method.

free for the most part of my long winded tirades, the courts suffered only my fashion sense, with colors to make the eyes bleed.

day one, the red dress got a lunchtime update of some leopard skin canvas sneakers to demonstrate the way the FBI's sleaziness makes me feel.

silently, i screamed in fluorescent green and nancy reagan reds.

i attempted to wear more pearls than the Queen Mother on more than one occasion.

i attempted to be so garishly dressed as to become the MKUltra i want to see in this world. At court. From Bright Pinks to True Green---the greenlight to target mohamed---or the dark pink turnip and carrot bag---or the hideous Atari trucker hat with Pacman embossed in felt---or the Garish yulia Tymoshenko Braid---the near black Mexican Gothic lipstick from Kat Von D, hideous gothic dark circles of smoke around my eyes---and the ghastly pale makeup---sometimes with a corpsey white lips for effect---or that CIA wives red Helen always wore---

how many ways to say FBI Trap Trial in silent fashion exercises.

I planned day seven complete with a sketch---alternating from full semi-real hijab to the Ukrainian braid at a whim.

everything i ever learned from kawaii gothic lolita subculture helped me to smile silently through degrading after degrading moment with security.

i plainly spoke out loud about how the FBI needs better hippie disguises because dudes in the plain suit and shaved head look is a dead give away.

at a certain point i realized---well i can try to dress as boring as possible like the lawyers have to. but i realized, no.

i am not functioning in the capacity as a lawyer here, so there is no reason for me to not dress like a CIA acid party.

this last day, i believe i was wearing the turquoise sneakers purchased from the Goodwill store where Mohamed used to work.