|Christina Ricci in Now and Then|
When I was young I never got that part in movies where girls prayed for boobs. I was definitely in the Roberta from Now and Then camp and believed that tatas = embarrassment. I knew that there was a such thing as right boobs and wrong boobs and mine were of course the latter, more areola than boobage and transparent like blob fish. All they meant to me was more body parts to sweat from. Through many years of therapy sessions with my cha-chas which really means reenacting THIS SCENE every night. I’ve learned to own what I got.
So I embellished this top with the same sense of humor about my body that you see in this post. It came out a bit like something that would be on regretsy but I don’t give a shit. Anne Hollander says in Seeing Through Clothes (a great book for anyone interested in art/fashion theory & the female body) that in art “the breastplates of certain armed allegorical female figures-descendents or cousins of the classical Athena- might have breasts separately molded in armor, like special weapons.” That was what my shirt felt like today. Even though my bra was visible I got less catcalls than when I wear a pretty dress. It was as if my top was saying I’m aware of what you’re looking at and I will not be sexy, I’m going to laugh at you.
My Mammary inspiration:
Summer days require outfit posts on the ground because ya know what else do I got to do