Dress Me, You Fool!
One Silhouette to Rule Them All
If you were to set a piece of cloth before me and warn that I could only make one thing, I would pick the fabric up, shake it out, drape it ’round my face to see if I could stand the color … and then proceed to make a dress.
Why a dress?
Is it because it’s old-fashioned, nostalgic of mommy’s closet?
Those elements play a part in my femme consciousness, but it’s something bigger than that; it’s the dress’s quintessential combination of utility and conversation-stopping style.
American men got shafted out of the dress equation. More on that later.
Simply said, once you put a dress over your head, you are done. It’s called a dress because you are DONE getting dressed, you are ready to accessorize and spend the day as you please. You have a single garment on your bod that says a lot about how you feel. You are complete. It’s the garment with no apologies.
The fashion industry made a fortune convincing us that “separates” are the way to go, with ever-thinner…