Monthly Archives: February 2013

On complicated clothing

Fashion, like all art forms, cannibalizes from the past (or the imagined past). The popularity of “Mad Men” over the last few years has meant more tailored, structured clothing, an aesthetic that also extends to lingerie.

Now cute, “vintage” sets can be purchased without having to deal with the creepiness of wearing someone else’s used underwear.

For example, from Anthropologie.

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Adorable right?

But as I struggled with no less than EIGHT hook and eye closures*, I realized that women in the past were expected to spend more time getting dressed, and clothing in general has become progressively more comfortable and less complicated. In fact, you could probably draw a direct correlation between what was considered “feminine and stylish” to “restricting mobility and time consuming”, even now.

I thought about how cute it was, and then I pictured myself getting angry every morning as I spent fifteen minutes trying to put on my damn bra.

There’s the person you imagine yourself to be vs. the person you actually are. The latter always wins out.

*Now I realize that for those of you whose cups runneth over, rather than being half full, perhaps a sturdy eight hooks is the minimum required. I salute your superior dexterity and better native temperament because I really haven’t noticed that busty women were significantly crankier than small chested women.

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NY Times wedding announcements

I’ve always had a morbid fascination with the NYTimes in this regard. I was never clear on why people wanted to announce their weddings in such a public way.

But I’m an introvert who thinks sitting in a shadowy corner of a cafe and drawing is an awesome time, so chalk this one up to differing personality types and their subsequent needs.

However today…today it all made sense, because today brought the story of this.

Oh sure, it starts off as your typical German avant guard musician meets celebrity floral event designer at a gym, bonding over protein smoothie recipes. And then becomes SO MUCH MORE.

After a paragraph or two detailing how the partners are well matched in their zen temperament, it goes on to say that Joan Rivers officiated over the ceremony, and wraps up with:

“Next, a 15-foot-tall sculpture of a bride glided down the aisle like a float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. The sculpture, like a Trojan horse, carried a surprise: Mr. Bailey. “The tulle opened like a curtain and Preston walked out,” said Sandie Keidan, a guest.”

Did you catch that? They had a groom piñata!

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