Nipple Clips and Naked Jeans
The line between bold and vulgar is thin – fashionist Maggie Weber
Exceptional women looking and feeling best in,like Kim’s Mugler drip straight out of the ocean wet look,or the Gothic strappy bustier dress, that everyone wears at least onceor the Invisible Collection or ArdAzAei or whatever.Who thought of applying Physics to Couture, eh?To be a couturier means to work with intimacy, said Stéphane Rolland, we heal the envelope.It wasn’t a typo, they don’t seal, these days.Lopez’s Green Versace was too much fabric.It is a symbiosis, states Adeline Andréwhose mantra is, there is only the fabric and the body in motion. Mostly body, less fabric in motion.And then Jordan Roth gives new gyanit is a radical act to dress in the clothes of our imagination.Sofia Crociani’s unbridled creative freedom is enabled by utmost technical rigour. While Iris Van Herpen is busy dressing the soulJad Hobeika declares I've understood the power of the garment.
Yes, the power of the garmentAnd the absence of it.We from the land of Kamasutra understand it best.Naked jeans anyone?Cleavages and butt cracks still make headlines.Desperate hands constantly tugging theneckline low and hemline up. Stop covering, stupid dress.Reels of grouping hands, ogling lenses go viral instantly.Jerking teenage boys from Bommasandra,Or someplace nobody has heard of, scroll for more.Compelling haute couture, every female bodycraving for show of flesh. Get as naked as you can get.A thong is a thong is a thong,visible Whale Tail, barely there G string,limited-edition bushy thong with built-in faux-pubic hair.
But a dress hanging by the nipple clips?Breaking the mold, you say, Chappell Roan?Shush….. Desi girls are listening.You are speaking their language.Caught in the web, struggling to keep up.Bare it all. Reveal. Display. Show some skin.
Woman is her body?Who called her a tea bag?You can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water?On the red carpet, she is all spectacle all the way.
Stripping Draupadi
No, it’s not the latest striptease show in town.It is an incident straight out of our ancient epic,one that is still talked about today,showcasing how our ancestors did it.Make no mistake: this was not romantic undressing.It was a clear case of manhandling a menstruating woman.It was the intentional outraging of a woman's modestyA crime under Section 354 IPC.
Point to be noted, my lord: she was minding her own businessresting leisurely on the royal bed. She wasn't playing some Korean game.She was dressed skimpily, yes, she was not at the Met Gala.There was no paid media and no paparazzi.She was the queen bee, not a dancer girl in a movie,she had no reason to bother dressing up. Andshe hadn’t signed up for Bigg Boss, either.And she had no interest in winning any tasks.
And then they came for her.She was summoned, but she refused to go.She didn’t want to and shouldn’t have to.How did they take her?They dragged her by the hair.And how was she disrobed?
It was no wardrobe malfunction.The scanty fabric she had wrapped around herwas snatched away hurriedly, in an instantshe was standing naked, amidst a crowd of ogling men.Perhaps blood dripping down her shivering legs.
But the classics cannot abide the sight of a queen bee stripped of her wings.Pawned by her husbands in the game, lost, stripped,She stands naked, and asks questions that remaineternally unanswerable: Who owns a woman,Who owns her body, why must she be strippedfor a crime committed by her husband(s)?
They knew there was no way to defend it.Hence, they created the ‘Krishna magic’.The unending saree was a professional FX job.We know it is all a made-up fantasy,but we pretend to believe it and retell it,relieved that she wasn’t butt-naked,that her modesty, after all, was not tampered with.
But come on… tell us the truth,What exactly happened that day?
Wardrobe Malfunction
The evening sky puts on a show:What myriad colors and shapes!The night rain has a grander plan,Such an incessant downpour.The morning rays, the blooming flowers,the birds, the bees and all the rest:a spectacle choreographed with precision, unlike,
the wardrobe malfunctions they call ‘iconic’:someone’s breasts popping out, someone else’spants splitting, running off the stage, grinning,amidst wolf-whistle holding on to whatever is left.
Scrolling through viral wardrobe - malfunction reels,It suddenly dawned on me that not all were accidents.Some deliberate - a spectacle to fulfill a mad urge to flash.Mother Nature would surely be offended.
