A Silk Dressing Gown/ A Defense of Fashion
I’m not usually a fan of vintage clothing (I can’t stand the smell), but once in a while I’ll delve into the second-hand shops and see what I can find. This has resulted in the acquisition of a favorite kimono from Chicago, a Jean Paul Gaultier denim jacket from Boston, and an infamous corset from San Francisco.
I was also given the beautiful vintage silk dressing gown in these photos from my friend Rob. I take it out when I need a day of decadence, and with the house-bound weather we’ve had of late, it was definitely that time. Coupled with a book, a cup of green tea, and a comfy conversation couch covered in fluffy pillows and a thick, plush blanket, it is a moment of self-indulgence. I know some may dismiss my obsession with robes and clothing as silly, so if this is you, please move on to another site.
There are a number of my friends who don’t understand my love of fashion, or why it means so much to me, and I guess when you look at it in comparison with devastating earthquakes, impending tsunamis, or even a killer killer whale, it may seem frivolous and superficial.
That said, there is a deep, profound effect that fashion can have on the world, and for me it’s the same way that beauty and art will always be an important and necessary part of humanity. It can be a brush with the sublime, and it moves me more than I could ever fully convey.
It’s just as valid as any other hobby or passion, if not more-so. It’s the way we present ourselves to the world, and a direct correlation to the respect we give to other people. Far from being a self-centered, self-serving obsession, it’s exactly what we think those around us deserve to see. If you go around in sweats and ripped T-shirts, you must not care enough about your fellow human beings to put any effort into what they are seeing.
At its simplest, wearing something decent makes me want to be a better person. It’s something I do to impress others, to make an impact, to show that I am willing to put an effort into my appearance – and I do it as much for other people as I do for myself.
March 1st, 2010 at 9:56 am
Wow! And the pictures you’ve taken are as pretty as the garment itself. Such a nice job.
As for second-hand stores, I’m a fan. At least here in POrtland where it’s the “cool” thing to do….the places are absolutely packed….with retro, alternative sorts of clothing — just what I like.
March 1st, 2010 at 4:45 pm
beautiful needle-work.. obviously Chinese. A beautiful blue color.. is it lined ? same silk ? same color ? The colors in the flowers, dragons, and lions are vibrant.. it’s a real treasure.
March 1st, 2010 at 9:35 pm
A-
I believe in indulging in whatever makes you happy. If fashion makes you happy then nobody has the right to deprive you of that.
-J
March 2nd, 2010 at 8:52 am
Alan, I give you alot of credit. I wouldn’t wear a kimono even if I were in Japan and I’m Japanese. Even though I’m only slightly older than you, because my parents had to deal with discrimination during the war, we were raised not to act different.