It’s a question that begs to be posed: Are you as bored with barely there overexposure as I am?
I’m talking about breasts up, up, up and precariously out and derrières barely veiled or seemingly in some cases just on display with no pretence of a cover-up.
Is it just me?
I’ve performed a serious intellectual conversation between me and me, asking myself the question: Are you just a cranky femme d’un certain age? Then I delved back — mentally — into the types of evening clothes I wore back in the day and those I saw others wearing and honestly all of us were quite covered up. Yes there were gorgeous strapless gowns, deep V’s, low dipping back exposure, a profound slash revealing a lovely leg, but one never felt “shocking” was a fashion statement.
A French friend who is still ever black-tie ready, tells me that she can’t remember seeing a Frenchwoman opting for brazenly bare. “We like mystery,” she said. “A little exposure and some cover-up go a long way toward being intriguing.”
She and I agreed that whatever route a woman decides to take, she should make a decision about her area/areas of exposure.
Going for all of them: chest, back, derrière, and legs is serious overkill and we concurred, probably extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable tends to annul the goal.
I found this photograph from a late 1960s Yves Saint Laurent collection, which was much before my time, but he continued adding filmy transparency in most of his collections. I remember we were quite surprised, but then those of us watching his runway collections would murmur, “It’s just for the show.” Then someone would add, ” I can imagine that under a tuxedo jacket, it would be divine.”
Without being a prude or heaven forbid, old fashioned, I really think mystery is magic.
(This may be a two-part series.)