Fashion

"You've either got or you haven't got style..." (Sammy Cahn, 1960's)
"Forever in Blue Jeans" (Neil Diamond, 1970's)
"Don't stand on my lederhosen!" (Ray Stevens, 1980's)


Fashion is a sensitive and vacillating point which about as certain as quicksand. Devotees of all that is fashionable will attest to the fact that the only constant about it is that it is constantly changing.

Women's fashions have always been notorious for changing and rearranging seasonally, if not weekly. You know...tonight's evening gown is tomorrow's heirloom (i.e.-never to be worn again). The Legend of Last Season's Dress has been going around for years. Instead of "Once upon a time,..." it begins, "I haven't a thing to wear!" and invariably ends with, "Oh, that old thing!"

However, since the advent of the Beatles (a time reference only), men have discovered that there is life after Oxfords. For the first time since the death of Prince Albert, western men found that silk could be used for something other than neckties and parachutes. "Thou shalt wear boiled and starched white shirts" was dropped from the list of fashion commandments (except perhaps at IBM and other Jurassic-era corporate entities). Ladies no longer have the corner on "closet vanity." No indeed. In fact, they now often have trouble finding room in the closet. You see, the great fashion houses of New York, London and Paris discovered a great untapped market...men. This, of course, delighted fashion designers no end as many seem to prefer men anyway. Closets that once bore but two suits (blue for winter, gray for summer), now blossomed in a panoply of style (double-knit leisure suits excepted). Good Queen Victoria finally died and a new Renaissance arrived.

Of course, the resulting boom brought even more heated competition to the highly political and cut-throat fashion industry. Suddenly there were more spies on New York's Seventh Avenue than there were in Moscow and Washington, D.C., combined. They were paid better, too. The C.I.A. found itself in the unenviable position of having to compete with the Manhattan pay scale-besides, think of the phone numbers! Eat your heart out, Mr. Bond.

As with any boom, with the business came the hacks. To the fashion world they flocked...the Good, the Bad and the Tasteless. Today, it seems that all it takes to make it in fashion is to affix your name to a label. Voila! You're a designer. Of course, it helps if you've made it big in some other high-profile field first, (e.g.-movies, sports, TV commercials, etc...), although, you don't have to really exist to become one of the chosen elite. Disney and Warner Brothers make out quite nicely with their lines of cartoon character clothing. I suppose Disney should shoulder most of the responsibility-they've been the masters of the game ever since the Davy Crockett hat of the `50s. Mama don't let your babies grow up to be merchandisers.

Through fashion, at least, there seems to be true equality between the sexes. Women can dress like men. Men can (and often do) dress like women. Anything goes, from Madison Avenue to Mozart (provided it's purple and sequined, of course). Anyone weighing less than 110 lbs. can dress like a 21st century doorman, learn to moonwalk...and not be ushered into a home for the terminally tasteless. Men and women alike can proudly strut down any street showing off an outfit which, not that long ago would only have been found under a mammoth banner welcoming you to "The Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey Circus-The Greatest Show on Earth!" However, in the greater public interest, I must point out that there are still a few guidelines which are still pretty much inviolate if you plan on venturing from the fashion world into...well, the real one.

***Rule of Order***

Don't be caught dead wearing anything you wouldn't be caught dead wearing.


© Russ Brown, 1997

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