Should we care about fashion?by Francine Prose / September 18, 2013 / Leave a comment
Published in October 2013 issue of Prospect Magazine
Brooke Shields in her controversial 1976 Calvin Klein ad (“What comes between me and my Calvins? Nothing”). (© The Advertising Archives)
A friend’s daughter, visiting my family in New York, noticed a faded purple pea coat, worn through at the elbows, its lining partly shredded, hanging on a hook in our entrance hall. “Marc Jacobs,” she pronounced with calm authority.
Amazed, I asked how she’d recognised it; the label had long since fallen off. And she looked at me as if I were asking how she happened to know that the earth revolves around the sun.
Perhaps I should have known better than to ask. I’d seen how, in the spring and summer of 2011, hordes of people hurtled blindly past the Caravaggios and Van Goghs in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art to stand in line (sometimes for hours) to view the Alexander McQueen show. Before his suicide in 2010, McQueen had been celebrated, honoured with major awards, and demonised for the originality—and the extremity—of designs that evoked Victorian Gothic and bondage wear, science fiction and Harry Potter, Japanese street style and Scottish history. What had impressed me was the enormous range of visitors: out-of-towners from the American heartland and Japanese tourists, Brooklyn hipsters and Upper East Side society matrons, schoolchildren and their grandparents, men and women, most of whom could no more have worn the outfits on display than Cinderella’s stepsisters could have danced away in the glass slipper.