It's not porn, precisely

[stephbg]

I'm watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show for the craftspersonship, wings and shiny things.



Unfortunately the producers and editors seem under the impression people watch it for "supermodel" faces and bodies, so it's hard work to see the actual art. I also enjoy the backstage glimpses, albeit sanitised (I've yet to hear anyone shout "You SKANK!" "BITCH!" "WHORE!!!" "I SAW YOU EATING!" etc but we live in hope).

I even permitted Husband to watch for a few minutes, but he wandered off, apparently uninterested. Nothing to hold on to. See, that's how you stay married for 14 years to a dangerous psychopath. Also by expressing dismay at--yet letting me watch without hindrance--murder fic.

Hmmm *minor sparks of enthusiasm for the creative process*

That's the costuming creative process, not the murder creative process. Really.

Hmmm. Old Spice Girls miming without enthusiasm *glances guiltily at the two Spice Girls CDs on the shelf*

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[stephbg.livejournal.com]

I love haute couture (but somehow doubt I've spelled it correctly). I have no problem with the "clothes" being impractical - they're just mobile textile artworks, usually contructed with enormous skill.

I remember watching a series about designers and one of them was accused of creating "costumes" not "fashion". It was the silliest semantic argument, considering how outrageous *everything* was.

[stephbg.livejournal.com]

Yeah, remember when chicken suits were all the rage in the 1950s?

;-)