I overheard a five year old proudly proclaim, “look mommy I’m sexy”, as she launched into a song and dance number. I thought “Oh God, get her a chastity belt quickly.” I didn’t want to see her mom’s response. I fled the scene and contemplated how kids might perceive ‘sexy.’
I often see blatant displays of sexuality in the fashion choices women make. When bandage dresses or skirts à la Hervé Léger are worn so short that the pubes are practically revealed, then we think that wearer is either an exhibitionist, or a militant feminist. Such abbreviated clothing taunts, seduces and then spurns.
Sexuality and sex appeal is one of those mystifying, subjective qualities promising infinite possibilities. The woman who comes to mind as the embodiment of refined sexuality is the late actress Lauren Bacall. I am pretty sure she was a feline in a former life. I was always captivated by her sleek saunter across a movie set, the silky purr of her voice and tantalizing flip of her sculpted hair, exposing a seductive look. She was as magnificent as the beautiful wardrobe she chose for each photo-op. She was elegant without over exposing herself, and tastefully exhibited her finest asset–her long won-by-nature’s-lottery legs.
Even though I mourned the passing of another legend in a world with a paucity of future movie-star legends, I was ecstatic when the Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC (FIT) announced an exhibit of her treasured multi-decade designer wardrobe.
The exhibit examines her 30 year design sensibility. She loved fashion and even admitted, “from the day I could afford it, I shopped too much.” Amen, Style-Sister, Lauren. Her style as she described it was “studied carelessness.” While a regular fixture at the most influential designer shows, she didn’t mince words regarding her favorites. She quipped “I like to have Emanuel (Ungaro), Yves, and Halston, all three, in my pocket wherever I go…just not in the same pocket.”
Miss Bacall began her career as a model at the age of 19 under the tutelage of one of fashion’s most influential editors, Diana Vreeland. She quickly grasped which fabrics and cuts best suited her tall frame.
She was a skilled pro who loved experimenting with various styles, but ultimately favored a neutral subdued palette.
“Put a ruffle on me and I am finished…turquoise, green, purple–I think they’re awful. I loved muted colors. I love understatement.”
Even though she donated 700 garments to The Museum at FIT, the exhibit only displayed a dozen of her outfits. This was disappointing, since her clothing styles evolved from 40s high-waisted pants to 70s liquid gowns, jumpsuits and bandeau tops. Still, it is worth visiting since where Bacall’s exhibit ends, 70s fashion picks up in another exhibit: “Yves Saint Laurent and Halston Fashioning the 70s“, which ends April 18th.
The Lauren Bacall exhibit left an impression upon me. Even though American women have the freedom to dress in any way they wish, rule of thumb, less is more. Little exposure is more alluring than an anatomical reveal. I am not suggesting a burka or a dowdy, shapeless garment. Most importantly, clothing should complement and imbue confidence. Lauren Bacall was a confident, outspoken and vocal woman with a wicked sense of humor and intelligence. I watch, study and take away something new each time I see her movies. She was a thoroughly modern woman before her time. And her beauty was transcendent.
What do you find sexy in a woman? I love a woman who wears a beautifully designed pair of glasses–or face art as I call it.
Taking a cue from Bacall’s “How to Marry a Millionaire” starring Marilyn Monroe and Betty Grable, I proudly wear this studded French find. I frequently drop my glasses, so I purchased these pearl eye glass straps from bonlook.com.
April 1, 2015 at 12:08 pm
Wasn’t she great! When my cousin was visiting from Sweden MANY years ago, we went to NYC and expected to get 2 fer tickets to some Broadway show. She said she wanted to see Woman of the Year which was a current hit on Broadway. I said there wouldn’t be any 2fers for that show. We get to the line and a woman walks up to us and says: we’re here with a group and 2 people couldn’t make it, could you use 2 tickets to WOMAN OF THE YEAR? Only in America! My cousin fulfilled her dream and I was in shock. Of course the show was great!
April 1, 2015 at 12:17 pm
Thanks for sharing your story. That was so fortuitous and memorable for your cousin wasn’t it? I love stories like that because they are rare, and something you never forget.