I Want Your Dress Stories
I’ve been thinking about a recent Poster Child musing a lot. I think it hits on a very feminine problem and I’d like to write a song about it. I suppose watching the Oscars last night, I was only more aware of its resonance. I watched the most beautiful women in the world wearing some of the most beautiful dresses. And I noticed that both Ellen Page (who is gorgeous) and Marketa Irglova (also very beautiful) looking somewhat out of place. They just didn’t have the perfect dresses as so many of us who don’t know Calvin Klein personally do not. Of course, there were more noticeable snafus on the red carpet including Tilda Swinton looking positively asymmetrical - but these are the errors of designers and fashion mavens. Even Bjork’s duck dress oh-so-many years ago was a statement.
The rest of us rummage through our and friends’ closets looking for something that will be fine and, like PosterChild, dream of perfectly perfect fabricated bliss. I’m not sure what this song will be but don’t you kind of wish for the days of tailor-made clothes with your choice of fabrics? Don’t you kind of wish for the “I Feel Pretty” days where you fought for the hem to be raised just a bit or the collar to be lowered just this much? Or did those days just exist in musical theater (by the way - one of the best-constructed scenes in musical theater) and my grandmother’s basement.
So, let’s talk perfect dresses. Or dress problems. Or dress musings. Prom dresses, Bridesmaid Dresses, the best dress you ever wore, your grandma’s dress, the beautiful orange dress you saw in the store window (oh no, that was me), the dress you wore to the Oscars or Emmys (reaching now, but perhaps Fresh X friend who wore a ridiculously gorgeous orange dress to the Emmys when she won) will chime in.
Then I’m going to write us a song.