the public and private flesh
May. 11th, 2009 01:10 pmClothes used to be a lot more structured than they were today. They nipped you in, held you up, gave you shoulders and sent you on your way. With clothes like these, the body did not have to be "perfect" -- the clothes did the work of encasing us, hardening us, and creating the difference between the idea of the public and private body.
Now, the casual world has a lot of things going for it. Cheap clothes and variety. The ability to leave the house without spending hours getting ready or requiring the assistances of others. However, the increasing absence of structured clothes has eliminated the idea of a different between the public and private body and has also required our bodies to do what our clothes no longer do.
The problem, of course, is the flesh doesn't actually work like that. The fact that male clothing has remained more structured (and covering) than female clothing I think speaks a great deal to the way women get more grief about their weight. Our clothes are doing less work and revealing more. The private body is judged on a public stage and public opinion is being dictated to us from so many avenues that that opinion is no longer personal.
All this stuff really interests me. I love spending my mornings on the subway looking at people in their clothes and then thinking about how the clothes do or do not effectively create a public body. Take women's shoes! Feet don't look like that, the idea that feet, which are very different shape than most women's shoes, go into these things that are totally the wrong shape for them is seriously weird and fascinating. There was once a time when everything was like that. When a woman takes a corset off, the flesh does not stay in that arrangement. We ask our bodies to do too much now.
My body is interesting in this context because I'm so thin. Some of that is because of what I do, but most of that, as we know now, is genetic disease. Anyway, even if we lived in a society with a difference between public and private bodies, I wouldn't really be able to have that as a woman: a corset doesn't do much to me. I lack flesh to remold.
Which may, of course, be why menswear is so interesting to me (gender-identity issues aside; that's a separate post).
Here's another thing about clothes. You have to learn how to wear them. Let me tell you, standing up straight in an evening gown and standing up straight in a suit to make each of those garments look marvelous -- totally different thing. The posture is different, the center of gravity is different, where I center my weight over my feet is different, how far apart I keep my legs. It's all different. Right now I am learning the suit.
As a woman in a dress, I want my ankles and feet to be a sharp and narrow point, and I want to choose clothes that create an hour-glass. Because I am small-chested, I look for dresses that create an hourglass between hips and shoulder, instead of hips and breasts and I stand accordingly.
So this is where we get into the business of this suit and how it gets complicated. In doing this drag thing (I'm actually not entirely comfortable referring to this as drag, but let's just run with that here so I can make my point), one of the issues over and over again in my mind is my height and my slightness. The other issue is of course my hips: where a woman should be an hourglass a man should be a triangle -- broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips. I order the suit, and I talk to the pattern maker about building up the shoulders a bit to compensate for my hips. Clothes are an illusion. The suit creates a public body over my private flesh; if done well, no one has to know my shoulders aren't really there.
And lo! They did a very good job. It is so desperately pleasing to me in ways I can describe to have the possibility of existing as a straight line. But here is the thing! Because the shoulders have been built out and I'm not that tall, now, I am no longer thin in the same way I have always been. My public body in this set of illusions, must necessarily be slightly stocky.
And oh my god, is that weird. Completely goddamn bizarre. And deeply challenging to all sorts of weird internalized shit in my head that never needed to apply to me before and is even funnier, because my preference has rarely run to delicate boys. In a suit, I look more like what I desire than I would have thought, and yet, less like I always expected.
It is a strange adjustment and when you dress as many different ways as I do, a confounding one to make over and over again, because between suits and pushup bras and tight pants and trim boots and a million other little tricks, the public shape of my flesh varies nearly constantly, and it's very weird to have the difference between the public body and the private body when most people no longer bother or don't have that luxury or don't even know there was once such a distinction. It's interesting, no matter what I'm wearing, to catch people looking, because they don't know what shape I really am.
Now, the casual world has a lot of things going for it. Cheap clothes and variety. The ability to leave the house without spending hours getting ready or requiring the assistances of others. However, the increasing absence of structured clothes has eliminated the idea of a different between the public and private body and has also required our bodies to do what our clothes no longer do.
The problem, of course, is the flesh doesn't actually work like that. The fact that male clothing has remained more structured (and covering) than female clothing I think speaks a great deal to the way women get more grief about their weight. Our clothes are doing less work and revealing more. The private body is judged on a public stage and public opinion is being dictated to us from so many avenues that that opinion is no longer personal.
All this stuff really interests me. I love spending my mornings on the subway looking at people in their clothes and then thinking about how the clothes do or do not effectively create a public body. Take women's shoes! Feet don't look like that, the idea that feet, which are very different shape than most women's shoes, go into these things that are totally the wrong shape for them is seriously weird and fascinating. There was once a time when everything was like that. When a woman takes a corset off, the flesh does not stay in that arrangement. We ask our bodies to do too much now.
My body is interesting in this context because I'm so thin. Some of that is because of what I do, but most of that, as we know now, is genetic disease. Anyway, even if we lived in a society with a difference between public and private bodies, I wouldn't really be able to have that as a woman: a corset doesn't do much to me. I lack flesh to remold.
Which may, of course, be why menswear is so interesting to me (gender-identity issues aside; that's a separate post).
Here's another thing about clothes. You have to learn how to wear them. Let me tell you, standing up straight in an evening gown and standing up straight in a suit to make each of those garments look marvelous -- totally different thing. The posture is different, the center of gravity is different, where I center my weight over my feet is different, how far apart I keep my legs. It's all different. Right now I am learning the suit.
As a woman in a dress, I want my ankles and feet to be a sharp and narrow point, and I want to choose clothes that create an hour-glass. Because I am small-chested, I look for dresses that create an hourglass between hips and shoulder, instead of hips and breasts and I stand accordingly.
So this is where we get into the business of this suit and how it gets complicated. In doing this drag thing (I'm actually not entirely comfortable referring to this as drag, but let's just run with that here so I can make my point), one of the issues over and over again in my mind is my height and my slightness. The other issue is of course my hips: where a woman should be an hourglass a man should be a triangle -- broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips. I order the suit, and I talk to the pattern maker about building up the shoulders a bit to compensate for my hips. Clothes are an illusion. The suit creates a public body over my private flesh; if done well, no one has to know my shoulders aren't really there.
And lo! They did a very good job. It is so desperately pleasing to me in ways I can describe to have the possibility of existing as a straight line. But here is the thing! Because the shoulders have been built out and I'm not that tall, now, I am no longer thin in the same way I have always been. My public body in this set of illusions, must necessarily be slightly stocky.
And oh my god, is that weird. Completely goddamn bizarre. And deeply challenging to all sorts of weird internalized shit in my head that never needed to apply to me before and is even funnier, because my preference has rarely run to delicate boys. In a suit, I look more like what I desire than I would have thought, and yet, less like I always expected.
It is a strange adjustment and when you dress as many different ways as I do, a confounding one to make over and over again, because between suits and pushup bras and tight pants and trim boots and a million other little tricks, the public shape of my flesh varies nearly constantly, and it's very weird to have the difference between the public body and the private body when most people no longer bother or don't have that luxury or don't even know there was once such a distinction. It's interesting, no matter what I'm wearing, to catch people looking, because they don't know what shape I really am.
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Date: 2009-05-11 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 05:52 pm (UTC)Someone who is size 10 and up with an hourglass shape, looking for a modern outfit is hard pressed to be satisfied outside of a party dress.
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:03 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:07 pm (UTC)As for your choice of topic today, I'm fascinated. I'm too young to know about public and private bodies, but it makes sense the way you write it. And like you, I am too thin, with small breasts, and choose my clothes the same way. It's fascinating to hear the way you look at yourself and others, and in that, teach me to look around myself more. Kudos!
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 06:16 pm (UTC)I loathe most plus size offerings with a passion.
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:15 pm (UTC)I for one have always enjoyed looking at how Leigh Bowery molded his flesh with clothing to make him appear hundreds of different ways. I suppose I love that he is fat and yet used that to his total advantage.
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 06:29 pm (UTC)What you've written here suggests that even the "private" body is a fairly unstable entity, as much a fact of self-representation as flesh. To discover that empirically must be a fascinating process: I put on this suit, and I must carry my body and perform in it as though I am, in fact, less slight than I believe myself to be. At what point, I wonder, does this convince the self more than nudity does? We're so sold on nakedness being a kind of truth, but do our experiences actually bear that out?
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 06:36 pm (UTC)I have a very hour glass shape, my hip-waist ratio is very evident, curvy is the way I'm described by most. However, I once dressed up as Spike from Buffy for a costume party and I bound my chest and stuck a pair of socks down my pants and people honestly thought I was a 14 year old Buffy fanboy.
It was awesome.
As is your suit!
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:40 pm (UTC)But why, why, why must they no longer exist?
We are careening towards a world where One Size Will Fit None.
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Date: 2009-05-11 07:27 pm (UTC)(And of course, the other costume I was in was a military uniform and boots, and that was an entire new physicality to learn...)
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Date: 2009-05-11 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 07:48 pm (UTC)Such complicated emotions and reshapings of identity. I'm not certain I have the slightest idea what I'm doing yet.
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Date: 2009-05-13 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-12 12:03 am (UTC)I'm a devoted fan of TLo, who've recently shifted their blog from Project Rungay to a broader blog about fashion in general. I've learned a lot from their comments on red carpet fashion about fit and couture and the way a given body wears clothes. They often show photo of an actress in a particular dress next to the runway photo, and it's fascinating to see the difference between the two.
Speaking of the corset, it wasn't something a woman could get into by herself. She needed someone else to lace her in, a lady's maid being yet another class marker.
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Date: 2009-05-11 08:09 pm (UTC)My weight has fluctuated wildly over the past few years, also due to ill health. I currently weigh 150; I've been down as low as 85. (I'm 4'11".) Anti-seizure drugs will do these things to you.
I started out at 130, which is already too much weight for me to carry. The first medication dropped me 30 pounds in two months, at which point I started to get the you're-too-thin looks. And I altered my style of dress accordingly, to camouflage my weight loss as much as I could.
Thing is, everyone said I didn't look overweight before. I undeniably *was*, and am now - but I spent quite a lot of time and energy building a wardrobe that made me look the way I wanted to look. When I am heavy? Things that minimize my belly and emphasize my bust, draw the eye upward. Special attention is paid to colors and fabrics. Shoes. The cut of jeans - when you're short and heavier than you ought to be, it's easy to look stumpy. Wrap dresses are good - I do have a waist! '40s- and '50s-style dresses give me a great silhouette.
I weary of people saying I'm not overweight; I am, and I feel it in my joints. What I would rather have said is that I know how to dress to flatter my body.
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Date: 2009-05-11 08:51 pm (UTC)(
There's not much helping me, I'm afraid. I'm 4'11" and weigh 88 at most, which means I shop in Juniors because Petites isn't petite enough for what I can afford. Shoes are Payless or nothing, and even they've cut down on their size-5 selection. Bras are best found in children's, because I am built like a ten-year-old. (Since I don't plan to bear children, no, I don't anticipate gaining any cup sizes.) They do not make professional clothing for my shoulders and arms. You'd have to remake any blazer I sent in for alterations.
And no, I can't just put on weight. Not "won't." Can't. Physically can't eat enough and have it stick. I refuse to buy new breasts; my breasts are proportional to me. I suppose I do need to learn to sew, and sew well, because it's the only way I'm getting proper clothes that don't make me look younger than I already do.
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Date: 2009-05-11 10:41 pm (UTC)The only way things ever fit me properly is if I've made them to fit. I'm too weird a size for off the rack to fit anywhere near properly. (Short people aren't supposed to have hips and breasts, according to modern fashion.)
Besides sewing you should also study either draping or pattern drafting. This will show you how to create the patterns for garments you want to make. I used the text book from my costume design class by Ingram and Covey (but that was 20 years ago and it's not showing up on Amazon ;-p). A good one will explain how different types of fabrics work and how to manipulate the fabric to make it do what you want.
Good luck.
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Date: 2009-05-11 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 09:16 pm (UTC)Surely I'm more attuned to what people wear with my history-lovin'/theater/costuming background... but as long as image and perception continue to be so important, what you choose to wear can say so much.
I might also be more attuned to it all being a quite heavy person, but still with an hourglass shape, who needs structure in garments to avoid looking like I do all my shopping at the tentmakers shop! :0)
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Date: 2009-05-11 10:18 pm (UTC)But those are too formal for most of my life, so I live in soft knit skirts that don't do much for my appearance but I can move in them, and they're relatively inexpensive.
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Date: 2009-05-11 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-11 11:42 pm (UTC)I think sometimes I get frustrated in the mornings when clothes don't fit right partly because sometimes I just don't want to have to act or posture in them... I want clothes that i can just slump in, and still look good.. which is very likely not possible.
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Date: 2009-05-12 01:38 am (UTC)I NEED SLEEVES
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Date: 2009-05-12 06:39 pm (UTC)And to the manufacturers that keep sneaking in savings by making short 'long' sleeves.... I noticed you fuckers!
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Date: 2009-05-12 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-12 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-12 06:37 am (UTC)Private bodies ought to be like bedrooms- something people can invite you to but not something you have to look at or display.
I took a sewing class recently, it was filled with ladies who learned to sew in the 50's, as teenagers. They were lovely and helped me with much of my clothing and the discussion wandered to this despair- this feeling of a lack of privacy for the body- as it ages, or bears children or even as it is- that we cannot shut the door there and have that space so easily.
I truly admire Dita Von Teese. I think she has accomplished wonderful things with hair, make up, and fashion. Most notably, an incredible privacy even while in public, even while disrobing.
I always love your posts, but rarely know what to say in comment. I just wanted to say thank you for this piece.