In my opinion, clothes can be like art. As any casual viewer of Project Runway can attest, clothing creators are certainly artists, and often tortured at that. And just like a painting, clothing can be loaded with symbolism.
Let’s take my jacket for example.
Note the ruching and puffy ruffles running down either side of the tweed blazer. I believe these, er, flaps, are a not-so-subtle symbol of female fertility. This type of shape reminds me of Elizabethan dress — particularly the neck ruff and the exaggerated shape pockets, which stand straight away from the body like a farthingale.
When you button the jacket, your bodice is cinched to look like a wine goblet. In the 1500s, women’s skirts had a similar shape, exaggerating the hips and — dare I say it? — ovary area.
This type of vaguely reproductive reference was right at home when I visited the Whitney, a home for plenty of suggestive artwork. (If you saw the Koons exhibit in 2014, you know what I mean. By the way, here’s what I wore the last time I went to the Whitney.)
The original idea for this outfit came from this photograph:
This style maven is rocking a literal Faye Dunaway circa Bonnie and Clyde look. While I loved this look, I didn’t want my homage to be quite so costume-y. The color palette, however, was mine for the taking.
This kind of outfit reminds me that the greatest pleasure in getting dressed is shopping your own closet with nothing but a little outside inspiration.