Frock Star

#87

A picture snapped between mid-day shower and errands. This dress I ordered online just this past spring. I wore it last night to Open Eye Cafe, where I worked on a story about a woman who wins the lottery and sees all nine of her possible futures simultaneously. But I was constantly distracted by how short my dress was - I couldn't curl up in a ball on the couch like I like to. So when Rajeev arrived, I asked him if I could borrow the wine-red boxers I'd just bought him. Yes indeed - men's boxers were longer than this dress! But what else can you expect from American Apparel? Wink wink.

Dress nought

If you know me even a little bit, you probably know I have a thing for dresses. I really like them. I collect them, like Imelda collected shoes (except without the money or the monarchy). By now there's about 140 of them, and doubtless, more are coming. I had a friend in college, Amy Chang, who was the best dresser I ever knew; and she said she liked to make her body a work of art every day, like painting a canvas. I've always cherished that idea.

For awhile I've wanted to somehow catalogue them all. I finally decided to do it this way: one picture a day, or thereabout. They will be ALL my dresses, with or without makeup, with or without accessories, taken at home or out-and-about, posed artfully or caught red-eyed, by friends or by me, whether they still fit or not, flattering or not. I love all my dresses.

I also love that - much like John Cusack with his vinyls in High Fidelity - each dress represents a history, an event, a source, a mood. I like remembering where I was, who I was with, and what adventures I was having; and I'll record those too.

I'll be posting the first dress soon. Thank you for looking!