
Yves Saint Laurent
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Yves Saint Laurent |
“It’s all about marketing,” Vanessa Friedman of the Financial Times told me. “Front page of the paper.” Not strictly true. When Peggy Moffitt coyly modeled Rudi Gernreich’s topless bathing suit in Life magazine in the ’60s, bluestockings raged like it was the end of civilization as we know it. Now young model Tallulah Adeyemi unabashedly strolled down Vivienne Westwood’s Red Label catwalk in London in a gold skirt and little else, and it didn’t rate a single mention, let alone a photograph. And the English media aren’t even as hidebound as the American media with regard to what they might put on the cover of a “family” publication.
Let’s free-associate. Maybe transparency = social comment. A deliberate statement about personal liberation? A response—in America, at least—to the perceived restrictions of the Bush era? Or maybe it’s just because we’re living in an age where every aspect of everyone’s lives is inordinately public (which may explain why so many dresses for the new season are as interesting from the back as the front—it’s a 360-degree world now that there are gizmos photographing us from every possible direction), so transparent clothing hints at nothing to hide.

Roberto Cavalli
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Roberto Cavalli |
But if fashion reflects its times—how often can I say that without sounding like a cracked record?—this particular moment has inescapable echoes of other moments in history: the jazz age, for instance, when people wildly partied their way into the oblivion of the Great Depression. We certainly saw the fringes of ’20s flappers at the Spring ’09 shows, but not everyone knows that a certain amount of public nudity was also a signature of the shockaholic jazz babies.
Significantly, bondage and androgyny—two other endlessly recycled trends—popped up for Spring ’09. It’s enough to make me think that, ultimately, a see-through blouse, a bondage harness and a man-tailored jacket are like the hackneyed plot devices in a soap opera—deliberately designed to evoke a knee-jerk response that heaves us over the rough spots into the next plotline. Fall ’09, anyone?
Runway photography, Anthea Simms; Editor, Elio Iannacci.
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