Fashion Talks Loud

Looking at some 18th century pictures of costumes, I came across fascinating corsets. All so tight and complex, it made me imagine only how uncomfortable women most have felt in them. They are certainly sexy but who would like to go through that physical torture to look stunning? Not to mention, they needed help to wear them, “all that time it took to get dressed! When you need someone to dress you it’s either because you are physically or mentally challenged or you live in the 18century”, my little brat sister says.

Here I am looking back at some crazy fashion of the 18th century while right at this second I am living a crazy fashion history moment. Alexander McQueen had formally sent models down the runway with fantasy high heels; Sonia Rykiel proudly presented super high heels with no heels and every celebrity seems to be opting for the ultimate high heel as a natural choice. I choice I might have already made!

I opened my closet, looked down. There they stood as an adorned trophy, in between my shining Leboutin and my lavender Pura Lopez, my black strapped Brian Atwood stood tall and sultry as a Nicole Kidman. Undeniably, I am just like 18century woman, tortured by their tiny corset trying in vain to get the smallest waist. We are tormented by our shoes, trying to walk in the highest most expensive pair we can put our feet in, and still walk in the most.

My heels are neither comfortable nor practical but they are so endearing to my feet and empowering to my hips. Have we despite our short skirts and smart talk get cut back in some sort of fashion torture? It’s not up to me to judge but for the generations to come who will look at our civilization with a 100 years look back. Plus, I am late for my dinner and my Eifel tour high platform shoes in which I can painfully work, run and dance my night away are awaiting me.