It was gross… of extravagant wind bag proportion. The pompous superficiality was led by a woman with unseen eyes posing on a mountain pinnacle of vacuity.
Who profits? The sequin sewers, seamstresses who probably worked long hours overtime at little pay.
What about the rest of us? Are we fooled, bamboozled, numbed to such excess? Are we indeed without a mirror to ourselves?
In a general look at what the public is wearing I’d estimate that less than 6% of us ever encountered a mirror before leaving home.
Men’s pants today are becoming as snuggly as a ballerina’s tights. Sitting down becomes a distraction. And those beards…. men, please, they are a lovers menace, serrating the face of the beloved. Unless you possess the finesse of a Tom Ford, you shouldn’t have one.
Overall, decade after decade we dress casually in some unconscious reflection of what’s actually happening in society.
In the 70’s we wore (and continue to wear) numerous holes in our pants in gratuitous sympathy against the malevolency of Nixon’s extended war in Vietnam.
Skirts rise with inflation. I remember appearing on a Dick Cavett show in whatever it was, with the hem of my skirt at mid-thigh. I sat down carefully.
The depression in the 30’s brought hemlines to a level below the calf covering women’s legs. We dress our state of mind.
Holy Evolution! It’s a new bottom - to today’s windfall of mindless excess, an emperor’s blindness and an alluring ignorance of the effect we are making in history.
Let’s hope for at least some mental sanity in 2020. I vote for the uniform. Elizabeth Warren being a good example.
Was last night’s display a likely carnage of our character as a nation? There will be differences of opinion of course.
What becomes daily more and more obvious to me is:
What the popular press exudes, we can all dutifully excrete.
photos from https://byronsmuse.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/1770s-hairstyles-and-hats/
