You know those articles that go around all about trends dudes hate, things to wear to make your man want you, so on, so forth. You may also know the backlash where women, funny and smart women, attempt to wear all those things at once. I love these women. I salute these women. Mostly, though, I’m incredibly bored of a discussion of fashion that revolved around the premise of everything you choose to wear being dictated by the idea of getting laid. Even as a backlash response to it! Can we change the subject?
Even fashion theory talks about body and desire, bodies and clothing as a method of seduction, colors being indicative of the mood you want to give off. Color theory! Red means fuck me, it can also mean fuck off. Red can be really formal, red can be really raunchy, but it signifies hearts for eyes or boners or both. Apparently. Fine. To quote the often imitated and endlessly irritating (but also my favorite) Yohji Yamamoto, black is: “modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy – but mysterious. But above all black says this: I don’t bother you – don’t bother me.” I actually hate this quote, but I think it serves the purpose well. It’s not untrue. Yamamoto’s clothes have been (horribly misinterpreted by fashion reporters in the 70’s) as being about sexlessness, which is funny to me. The dude was and is a playboy, and in interviews he’s done, he’s described his woman to be walking away from a one night stand, picking up her clothes and not turning back. That is the woman he designs for. Sexlessness? Hardly.
What I mean to say is, we are constantly associating clothes and the colors of them to relationships with people – ignored ones or otherwise. It comes back to sex time and time again. This is fine, this is never going to go away. But I am curious as to how we can approach the discussion if we remove that desire from the equation. How can we talk about clothes in a context removed from sexuality? Would we still want to buy clothes? What designers come to mind when you think of sexlessness in clothes? I think it’s the usual artsy fartsy crowd, and they are always pointed as being ugly and expensive. That we spend so much money to look like shit. But I mean, what if that’s the point? What if you don’t want to have a discussion about being wanted? What if you don’t want that question to even be on the table? I’m perfectly fine paying more money for clothes if it means it’ll be less likely I’ll be followed home at night. If someone could invent an outfit that would guarantee no woman would ever be harassed ever in her life, that would be worth any couture pricetag. Lay it on me, Dior.
To be honest, I’m just contemplating the relationship between trauma and wanting to be powerful in clothes. Clothes don’t protect you from getting hurt, but on the same hand– I will never not treat my favorite jacket like it’s the best bulletproof lifejacket ever embroidered. Do you know what I mean? Basically: have you ever thought about what fashion would be like if it didn’t operate based on other people’s desires to bone?