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7. What is the most transformative conversation you have ever had on the subject of fashion or style?
My family was in garment manufacturing when I was growing up, so I know what sort of hard work goes into clothing production. During some summers and weekends, I spent time clipping excess thread from clothing and folding it to be shipped. As a result, when I go to a shop and see clothing that is wrinkled and is covered in dangling threads, my first thought is that it was produced in a shoddy factory. Later I interned at a couple of fashion magazines, but none of the knowledge I had about clothing was applicable.
Also, my dad is always telling me that most things that say dry clean only can probably be handwashed—but only if it’s not synthetic.
I talk to my boyfriend a lot about clothes, as we live together and so he is there when I’m getting dressed, and vice versa. He has a really great, unique style, and believes that it’s important to spend money on clothes (something that I have a great deal of trouble doing). I also chat with my bestie a lot about what we wear. Her and I have almost opposite styles- she’s a lot more dark/ punky/ sexy, and I’d say I’m “grandma chic”. But we both dig the others’ style. In our conversations about clothes, we always end up really emphasizing that being sexy and feeling beautiful, is really just about illuminating who you are- and that both a sexy black dress, and what we lovingly refer to as “dumpers” ie. sweats/ housewear, can be equally sexy.
My friend Natasha and I were talking about what we wore to our school prom. I didn't actually go to mine but I was saying that I hated the idea that you had to spend hundreds of dollars on a dress. She looked at me and laughed and said "I wore a nightgown I bought at an op shop for $2 to mine". I've never since thought I needed to spend a lot of money on clothes, no matter the event.
My friend Cassy understands that fashion makes me feel very taken care of. She made me a silk blouse with a twist, from a complicated Rachel Comey pattern. Took me to Mood fabrics to pick out the fabric and everything. It made me feel very loved.
Cassy and I talk about fashion all the time. It's an ongoing transformative conversation.
Fashion makes me feel loved because it is about my mother, who was obese when I growing up. But she had been slim and beautiful as a young woman. She was a stewardess back in the days when they had to have specific measurements. Long story, she almost died from medication that was later taken off of the market, and was a part of a class action lawsuit and came into some money. She had raised 8 children in our small 4 bedroom house.
When she came into the money, I was in 7th grade. In 8th grade we moved into a bigger house. For a few months, almost every Friday she would take me shopping to LL Berger’s, the local fancy department store in Buffalo, NY. We shopped the sale racks, mostly. In the juniors department, I was all about Esprit. When I met my BFF Rachel in 7th grade, one of the first conversations we had we listed all of our Esprit clothes to each other.
My mom took me to the designer sale rack upstairs as well. Not just the regular grown up clothing, but serious designers, from the small room. Christian Dior, Norma Kamali, Flora Kung. This would have been maybe 1985. The rack was circular. Norma Kamali grey boxy sweatshirt fabric tops, with giant shoulder pads and tulip skirts in same fabric. A silk watermark Flora Kung dress, taupe and black wide stripes with red and blue patterns over that, and then the jacquard on the silk. A black wool Christian Dior circle skirt. Donna Karan wool bodysuits. This time with my mother was super important. She was reliving her lost beauty through me, I think.
And I can totally see doing this with my own daughter someday. I save clothes for her. A faded silk Diane Von Furstenberg from a sample sale that I was gorgeous in, in the 90's. I can't wait to see her in that someday. Maybe with combat boots or sneakers. I wore it for my 28th B-day party that I threw for myself at Galapagos in Williamsburg when I was first dating a writer/performer/cad that everyone in NY dated in the 90's and I remember sitting on his lap in that dress, his hands on my hip. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Of course not,” I answered, thinking about panty lines. He thought it was for him.
On a tangent here.
My friend and colleague, the costume designer Melissa Schlachtmeyer, just died at 41, and I will miss the conversations we had about clothing. Tribalism, influences, politics, beauty, comfort, appropriateness- we saw everything through the lens of clothing. Those were really transformative conversations.
Judith Butler has been a huge influence on my style. Not that I've ever had a conversation with her, but reading Gender Trouble and thinking of gender as performance has been liberating in so many ways.
All my friends, male and female, talk about clothes sometimes. I think it's natural to be concerned with how you are perceived, and face, hair and clothing are the first things everybody sees. But transformative is not the word I'd use for these conversations. Mostly these conversations are soothing. Clothing is a part of life we can control to a greater extent than other parts (I can buy red pants if I want red pants, but I can't make someone like me if they don't already.) When a friend of mine was diagnosed with adult-onset epilepsy (not fatal, just really crappy), one of the first things she did was go through her clothes and bag things to give away. She couldn't clean out her brain so she cleaned out her closet.