The gradual revelation of fashion to me has been its education about my identity. As I explore the objects with which to adorn myself, I have learned my prides and fears, my blisses and blues, my devotion and apathy. As Yves Saint Laurent once said, the most important thing about a dress is the woman wearing it.
This is the category of dress I would probably not have chosen early in this education. The backless element is intimidating and the sequins can typecast me into my Las Vegas definition. However, the thirties have ushered in a decisive lack of fear, and I have welcomed this abandonment of social judgement whole-heartedly.
The photos were captured on a warm Christmas morning in the sleepy town of Hoi An, the bright green exchanged a few sentences in murmurs with the prismatic hues of the town’s old shophouses.
I leave you with one of my favorite poems about fashion from Dorothy Parker
The Red Dress
I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,
To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away.
And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.
I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
I have the silly gown.