Getting out of the shower
If there is something utterly unique about each and every one of us, that is our body. The texture and the tone of our skin, the freckles, the birthmarks, the growth of hair on us, the smell emitted through our pores, our bone structure, our bust-waist-hip ratio, our pimples, our teeth, the scars from our childhood, the way we talk and walk, the color of our eyes.
Therefore everyone is, from birth and without even trying, one of a kind (and that degrades slightly the words of Coco Chanel: ‘’In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different’’, because, frankly, this isn’t a matter of choice or effort.
That way, in combination with someone’s personality and characteristics, we unequivocally result to a very specific, monadic individual.
All that, keeping in mind that this individual is still naked, stripped of everything extra to how she/he was born.
In a combination between art and fashion, slurring over those who are in disbelief that fashion is not art, in Guy Bourdin’s ”Nudes Wearing Charles Jourdan Shoes”, the naked body praises a pair of shoes. I am often drawn to the thought that some items are supposed to be the star of the show. They are dreamt of, thought out, designed and created to be the one thing that brings out all the qualities that need to be shown off. Using anything more than a naked body would simply be redundant.
The person who presented the most valid counter-argument, was Nan Kempner, a New York City socialite, fashion editor and a massive couture clothing collector. In 1966, at a time when the perception of women wearing pants was considered off-kilter and inappropriate, Yves Saint Laurent introduced the world to Le Smoking, a tuxedo-style suit that quickly became the epitome of femininity and power dressing. It was undoubtedly photographer Helmut Newton who made Le Smoking iconic; his extraordinary capacity to imbue his subjects with a potent sexuality reaching new heights when married to the louche enigma of the YSL tuxedo, and Nan was one of the first to sport it. In 1968, when told by the maître d’ at La Côte Basque that she couldn’t possibly dine in a pair of trousers (never mind that those trousers were half of YSL’s first le smoking), Kempner promptly dropped them and proceeded to dine in the jacket, exemplifying -in the words of Saint Laurent- the true spirit of a modern woman.