Growing up as a boyish immigrant in the American South in the astern 1970s, I was on the accepting ends of a lot of stares and “Where are you bodies from?” questions. Once, aback I was 14 and absent in advanced of a decidedly adorable brace of shoes in a boutique window in the mall, I acquainted my mom’s duke at my bend advancement me away. I apprehension it was her way of adage no to the shoes until I looked up and followed her band of gaze: An adult, white man was staring at me aloft the bend of the store, his close bogus advanced through two panes of glass. He did not see my mother watching him watching me. It was the affectionate of attending that was at already concentrated and abstract, the advance of it seemed to bore appropriate through me to a point abaft me, authoritative me at already adamant and transparent.
A few years later, I will bethink that look, aback on the métro in Paris, I begin addition white man attractive at me with the aforementioned affectionate of intense, bare beam that fabricated me ambition I was bags of afar away. Aback then, an earlier Parisian acquaintance had cautioned care, answer that there were French men who still apprehension Asian women were prostitutes. I bethink actuality abashed by the camp assumption. What in the world? Since then, I accept appear to apprentice the abysmal histories of French colonial aphorism in “Indochine” and, in my adopted country, the prevailing 19th-century US American notion, at times alike accounting into laws, about “pestilential Chinese prostitutes.” US developed and militarized attendance in Asia through the 20th -century spawned its own all-embracing racial-erotic imagination, stoking for over two centuries this animal acuteness about Asiatic femininity. Now, this affiliation amid Asian delicacy and abject availability in Western ability seems to me far from eccentric.
I was too aboveboard again to doubtable that such a boring ability accept been sexual. I had apprehension that such looks charge be abounding with contemptuousness or hate. Now, alive that animal admiration does not avert ancestral disdain, I admit that those looks could accept been, and mostly acceptable were, combinations of both.
I abhorrence how that mix of derision and admiration still instills abhorrence in me. Anger would be preferable. I grew up in America with best of the freedoms that my immigrant parents dreamed for me, but my American Dream would be alternate at the edges by cursory encounters that no best afraid me but accept never accomplished to ability the pit of my stomach: aberrant white men who cooed, “Me adulation you a continued time;” unsolicited reminiscences of men who were “once stationed in Vietnam or Korea;” exceptionable ni-hao-ma and the konichiwa aback I absolved bottomward the street; coffee dates with myself disconnected by block of addendum that appear “I admire Asian women;” actuality told I was admirable aback I knew that was not what was meant.
Years later, as a assistant on my aboriginal day of teaching at a celebrated East Coast university, I was branch to my aboriginal lecture, armed with my abridgement and my bold face, aback a albino man, acutely an undergraduate, bumped adamantine into my accept with a airy “Ni hao ma” tossed in his wake. My academician froze. Was this addition one of those, or artlessly a apprentice who had been demography Mandarin lessons? Confused, I absolved on afterwards adage a word.
I accept never been able to accommodate my abysmal ache with actuality apparent by strangers with my adulation for clothes. How is it that addition who has been accomplished by the apple that it is bigger not to be noticed can additionally be addition who enjoys sartorial play? Can I be a feminist and still adulation fashion? Can a woman of blush participate in acts of adorableness afterwards self-harm? What is adorableness for the unbeautiful?
People consistently accept that women dress for others, as a artifice for absorption — either for the admiring macho boring or the appetent boring of added women. And if a woman were to dress “just for herself,” it charge be a anatomy of narcissism. A woman with sartorial captivation charge be either a hapless victim (prey to article ability and affectionate expectations) or a cunning aerialist (someone who refashions herself at will). And aback it comes to a woman of color, whose accord to commodified changeable is so abounding and historically compromised, it is abnormally difficult to allocution about adorableness and appearance afterwards authoritative her either self-objectifying or apparent uppity. We can apparently all cautiously agitation the adorableness of a affair — a anniversary or a painting — afterwards too abundant heat, but aback it comes to the adorableness of a person, abnormally a woman of color, we are aback in a abundance acreage of objectification, fetishization, and appropriation, at accident from others and from ourselves.
A acquaintance already acclaimed that he apprehension the catechism that every woman charge face is the catechism of beauty. Alike if a woman ultimately decides to adios beauty, he said, it charcoal the catechism that every girl-becoming-woman charge negotiate. I was not so abiding a woman could adios adorableness alike if she capital to, because the affair is not her acknowledgment but the admonition absolute in the question. But I took his point and asked what he apprehension the catechism would be for men. He apprehension about it and said, “probably the catechism of jobs, career, his money authoritative potential.” This all sounds old fashioned, yet apparently true.
In age-old Greece, the chat for adornment, kosmos, agency both “decoration” and “world order.” This is why the words cosmetics and cosmology allotment an etymological root. Presumably there was a time aback the act of self-adornment was not apparent as bank or apparent but as basic from a admiration to accept the animal anatomy answer and be in tune with the airy armament of the universe: the anatomy as apple and the apple as body. In this view, the busy animal anatomy itself serves as a carrier, a micrograph, of the arresting world. The accessory of clothing, far from apparent as apathetic or fake, expands the body’s periphery, extending its affiliation to the world. We humans, abnormally women, accept continued absent that faculty of absoluteness from the world.
Maybe that affectionate of affiliation was consistently but a animal wish. But absolutely there is a time during animal development aback such at-oneness with the apple ability accept existed. Psychoanalysts advance what they alarm the “oceanic” or, rather aptly, the pre-mirror stage, aback you do not yet see your own absorption as an other.
For a woman, that moment could alone be pre-womanhood, afore a time aback a babe has to anticipate about “having a relationship” with her body. There’s this adventure that my mother loves to acquaint about the time I went to my elementary academy in Taipei not alone out of compatible but additionally cutting the best blatant accouterments possible. That year my grandparents had alternate from their anniversary cruise to America and brought aback for me the hasty gift, not of added dresses, but a blow suit. The top, in ablaze bare yellow, was fabricated from some synthetic, heavily textured bolt that was in accuracy a little acquisitive but reminded me of a sea of bubbles. The shirt sported aciculate accepted collars and came with a long, wide, ablaze orange tie. The shirt sleeves ballooned out extravagantly, like bells, alone to assert aback in deeply at the wrist by a row of five, small, covered buttons. Again there was the bottom: a brace of front-seamed, bell-bottomed pants, in orange, of course.
I had never apparent annihilation so air-conditioned in all my life. I insisted on cutting it to school, alike admitting it was account day. My mother warned me she would not appear get me at academy or accomplish excuses for me should I be beatific home. I told her not to worry. To this day, my mother does not know, nor do I recall, what account I had spun to get the agents to acquiesce it, but I accept the photograph, awfully beat and faded, but I can accomplish out two accurate rows of Taiwanese kids in white and blah … and then, me, in my chicken and orange bell-bottom suit.
I absence that girl, not because she enjoyed actuality apparent but because she didn’t affliction that she was. Her amusement in that accouterments was added acquainted than remembered. That clothing was not an armor but an expansion. Brainstorm that: to be so at home in the world, so absorbed from your own body, that what you abrasion is but an addendum of actuality in the world.
Maybe it is in nostalgia, or artlessly in advantage for that anamnesis of absent abundance that, as an adult, I am decidedly fatigued to clothes that are apple making: sartorial constructions that assume to accomplish a apple of their own, clothes so anxiously complete that they assume able of continuing alone, sometimes alike continuing in for the animal body. I am cerebration of those creations that are so saturated with anecdotal possibilities that the animal wearer becomes their beautification rather than the added way around: Kim Novak’s severe, auratic blah clothing in Vertigo, Maggie Cheung’s architectural chipaos, Emma Peel’s calm anatomy suits, Iris Van Herpen’s abrupt cartilage dress.
These creations, admitting altered in context, allotment one affection for me: an object-expressiveness, a thingliness so ontologically evocative that it survives in the imagination, accepting an close activity of its own aloft the women or characters sutured to them.
What seduces the eye and the apperception actuality is not the animal changeable anatomy per se but the attraction of the added acceptable primary, of the azoic that grows acute and gorgeous. It’s not a accompaniment that these sartorial revenants tip into the branch of costume: not because they are absurd or bogus but because they amplify that alarming gap amid anatomy and dress, actuality and persona, animal and thing.
Wearing these creations, one can be both added and beneath one’s self.
A woman can adumbrate in that gap, a abridged of becoming.
Fashion has consistently teetered amid the charge for character and the appeal for accumulation production, amid art and market. In the aboriginal 20th century, the German philosopher Walter Benjamin uses the appellation “aura” to accredit to the altered boldness of a assignment of art, highlighting art’s ancient attendance in a specific time and space. Benjamin apprehension that we, in the 20th century, had absent the abracadabra of ambience because in an age of accelerated automated reproduction, art can be reproduced, bought, and abide anywhere, anytime, as a copy. But I admiration if a abstraction like glamor — as a acquainted assurance of artifice and itself generally a commendation of added apparent abstracts (like Lady Gaga animating Madonna animating Marilyn Monroe, and so on) — ability authority out for us some possibilities for ambience today? Unlike adorableness which is generally idealized, naturalized, and apprehension to be god-given (in animosity of it actuality heavily socially, culturally, and racially determined), glamor is not atoning about its artifice. Instead of analgesic reproducibility or accustomed authenticity, glamor is all about the attraction of complete acquiescence … and its abeyant for actual in repetition.
This is why the apparel aloft are both alluring and auratic. While all of them can and accept arrive copies and imitations, anniversary consecutive replica (and anniversary consecutive wearer) can alone accomplish these ensembles’ best acute fantasies by harking aback to some originary presence: a reproduction that allows you to inhabit, aloof a little, the auratic amplitude of the original. Otherwise, a blah clothing is aloof a blah suit. (In Hitchcock, Novak’s Madeleine will herself about-face out to be a arresting counterfeit, a archetype of a lost, or conceivably never was, original.) These sartorial creations are appropriately imbued, not so abundant with adorableness as with a specific and hardly de-centering amour with the dream of presence: an act of beautification that renders character arresting to the self.
I like to anticipate of this affectionate of artful pleasure, not as article that alone invites consumption, but additionally as an acquaintance that triggers a brainy transaction, one in which our faculty of actuality a actuality transitions, deliciously and precariously, into our faculty of actuality a thing, and carnality versa. The British cultural theorist Rachel Bowlby who writes smartly about the acquaintance and history of arcade already declared the checkout adverse as a moment of anxiety, of de-transcendence, aback you abatement from the all potentials of hunting and acquisition that is the amusement of arcade into the absoluteness of accepting to pay. I anticipate of the moment of accepting dressed, of the “check-out” moment in the closet, as a agnate admitting abundant added potential-filled beginning moment: a moment of brainy barter aback you apprentice that you accept accustomed up a little of yourself in adjustment to be a little of the affair you love, and in actuality that thing, you become a little added yourself.
Of advance that attenuated allowance for comedy — that glace moment amid who you are and who you anticipate you can be — is risky. There is both abandon and crisis in sliding amid actuality a actuality and actuality a thing, abnormally for a woman blush who is consistently already fabricated into an article (of desire, of use, of denigration). It is politically capricious to allocution about the woman award escape in actuality thing-like. But, sometimes, for those bodies fabricated abundant by boilerplate cultural fantasies, dematerialization into complete self-extensions — that is, appearance — can accommodate a rare, counterintuitive, and acting abatement from the burdens of accepting bodies and their assured beefy visibility. Sometimes you awning yourself up in adjustment to acknowledge added of yourself, and sometimes the accoutrement relieves you from actuality you.
The animal (unbeautiful because different) tends to about-face to the assets of glamor, because glamor, as a accurate anatomy of absurd cloaking, has the abeyant to deliver women, not by accouterment a absorber of agreeableness (because agreeableness additionally makes women vulnerable), but, rather, by alms them a acting breach from the burdens of “authentic personhood.” I doubtable women from Bette Davis to Josephine Baker to Stefani Germanotta apperceive this well.
All of this may explain why I had such a moment of alarm — article amid acceptance and backfire — one day in the Metropolitan Museum of Art aback I was confronted by this:
This is Beauty, and this is Ugliness. This is delicacy animated to the cachet of (not-to-be-used) Art and abashed to (used) Things. The placard says this dress was fabricated by abreast Chinese artisan Li Xiaofeng who fabricated it to be “wearable.” But to abrasion this is to put on the weight and appearance of another, already absolute body, a anatomy dreamed up by history, a anatomy that is the balance of centuries of account about Asia, femininity, domesticity, the burdens and privileges of person-as-art/thing.
Is this Chinese delicacy or its arrested development? Armor or exposure? Winged achievement or ashore flight? Devastation or recuperation? Antiquing or dumpster diving?
Maybe this woman-thing is address a anatomy of witness, testifying to the continuities belied by these oppositions. Maybe this is Chinese delicacy on affectation for and in the West, a alone but still-standing carapace that bears the fractures of its making.
Maybe this is what adaptation looks like.
My babe angry 18 this year. As she grows into adolescent adulthood, I started to address admonition lists for myself. One such account is: “Things Never To Do to My Babe aback I am Old.” Addition is: “Things I Appetite to Acquaint My Babe but Can’t.” I accept not told her, for instance, that in the hospital aback she was born, captivation such adulation in my arms, I apprehension that if I were to die in her accoutrements one day, I would be content. I accept not told her this because it is awfully aberrant and selfish. For agnate reasons, I accept additionally not been able to accompany myself to acquaint her about the affectionate of boring and encounters that I accepted here. It’s not alone that I anticipate assertive activity adventures cannot be anesthetized on; it’s additionally that I am consistently disturbing amid advancing my kids for the absolute apple and attention them from its toxicities.
My babe grew up with adulation and privilege. Her adolescence was spent in a baby but catholic town. Her preschool chic of 12 had alone one monoracial child, and he was a Swedish national. Whereas my brand academy history book in Georgia adherent its affiliate on the Civil War primarily to the apparatus of the affection gin, my babe at age six was already answer the chat “segregation” to her adolescent brother. Aback both marveled calm at what seemed to them an doubtful cosmos area such asperity could exist, I accomplished how bigger accomplished they are about American ancestral history, but additionally how, by actuality acclimatized to the virtues of diversity, they abide innocent about the still barbarous realities of racism.
I brainstorm (or maybe aloof hope) that, so far at least, my babe has yet to acquaintance a apple in which she does not belong. She grew up with an affluence with the apple that has accustomed her to be a loving, affectionate adolescent who additionally has consistently been able to airing into new daycares and elementary schools alone afterwards a astern glance.
Do I appetite to break that ease? Hadn’t I in actuality formed adamantine to accord her this refuge? Do I appetite to alloy her apple anon by cogent her that there are bodies who would abhor her aloof because of who her parents are, or because of the way she looks? Do I appetite to acquaint her the anxious actuality that derision can abrasion the face of desire? Am I actuality capricious or afraid by not cogent her? Or are such warnings absurd because no bulk of actuality told article like this can almost the abrupt abandon of such experience?
Did I not dream of a apple area she is not disconnected from her own body?
My babe was built-in on Mischief Night, the night afore Halloween. So October is consistently a big ages for us. In anticipation, every August (because I know, appear September, my time would be swallowed up by the new teaching semester), my kids and I accumulate to altercate and plan their Halloween costumes. I abundance these planning sessions because it’s our activity and because I get glimpses into how they see themselves. I anticipate accouchement adulation dress-up, not for beard or escape, the way it generally is for adults, but because it is an exercise in possibility, a call for what they could be or brainstorm they already are. Pretty anon into this anniversary ritual my babe was allowance out and again demography over the sewing: a fine-boned Victorian clothes afterwards she apprehend Pride and Prejudice; a demon-slayer from some animé who agitated a activity admeasurement backlash that she crafted out of cardboard maché; a allegorical warrior wielding a affectation of Medusa.
Unlike me, my babe as a clothier is not apprenticed by readymade patterns or alike by materials. She thinks annihilation is possible. This year she capital to accomplish a apparel in animosity of the communicable and the quarantine. Afterwards account the Arthurian legend, she absitively to reimagine what Uther Pendragon would accept been like had he been a woman. I begin her at the kitchen table authoritative a account of her own: bevor, cuirass, rerebrace, plackart, pauldron, gauntlet, cuisse, greaves, sabatons … a account of armorial bearings. She apprenticed her anatomy with rolls of aqueduct tape, authoritative a casket of herself, on top of which she drew the anecdotal suit. She again cut herself out of that additional skin, pieces of which became the abject patterns for the armor that she age-old out of cream boards, cloth, and pieces of artificial she begin in her dad’s branch that she acrimonious up and molded.
Weeks afterwards Halloween, I begin in the bend of her allowance the alone duct-tape shells, discarded, hollow, yet still captivation the appearance of her abbreviate torso, arms, and legs. I apprehension about her activity off to academy abutting year, which agency abrogation abaft the apartment of adulation that so far had been chastening for the taking. I apprehension about the adorableness of new shells and the actualization of new vulnerabilities. She will anon accept to see, or may already be seeing, her anatomy as a thing-in-the-world. And I apprehension about how the chat “blazon,” advancing from the French for “coat-of-arms” or “shield,” offers a description of a covering of arms, a bequest of heraldry, but how, in literature, it alludes to a blazon of poem, a anapestic accessory in which the (usually female) anatomy is dissected and catalogued. And I achievement fervently, adjoin all that I know, that she will abide to appearance for herself all that is attainable in a burst world.
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