Ethnic Ensemble & Morally Ethical Fashion

Back in fifth grade, I used to be part of a music group called Ethnic Ensemble, where we used woodwind and percussion instruments to make tribal sounds. I was in it for two years, making my way from vice presidency to presidency of the club, until I realized I could’ve been doing something much cooler like learning to play an electric guitar instead of hitting boring gongs and being all hippie and stuff. I swear I wasted my time being part of all these trivial clubs that I later never used for anything worthwhile whatsoever. I also used to be an active environmentalist, a tree hugger who traveled outside my country to talk about nature issues. I’m really not sure how these things have shaped me to be the person I am today. If anything, they made me more adaptable to people’s cultures and ideas without being easily swayed against what I already strongly believe in.

With my educational background in environmentalism, I also got to learn a little about eco-friendly fashion, more commonly known as “ethical fashion.” Even though my idealism for flora and fauna has died down, I still believe that we are to be responsible stewards of God’s creation. My stand on being a servant to God also applies to fashion, but it does not just include the eco-friendly materials or the naturally safe process behind the making of clothes. I think there is enough information and support out there for ethical fashion, so I am adding my support for the morality that has disappeared from fashion to the sphere of environmentalism and clothing.

This is where modesty comes in. If there is concern about the physical effects of your clothing, then why not bother to consider the mental and spiritual effects of what you are wearing? Although the physical is important, I think taking care of your mental and spiritual well-being is much more lasting. Then again, good grief, I just made myself sound like a hippie all over again… But seriously, there should be an end to sexual perversion in fashion. I’m not just talking about the extremes of creepy photographer Terry Richardson and his overly sexual exploits. I’m talking about how we let ourselves wear close to nothing on the streets or even rejoice in a little peepshow of celebrities on magazine covers and movies. Is that how we want to live: like tribal animals? We were made higher beings with the capacity for moral and ethical decisions for a reason.


What I wore: Sakura Rose garden maxi (worn with a sleeveless, high-neck shirt), necklace, bracelets, cuff, earrings | H&M tribal necklace (thanks, Vanessa!) | Parisian boots (Thanks, Ate Gayle!)