ISO: Super Yaya Twist Dress 001
I have found the dress that I would like to live and die in but it only exists as a url that haunts me.
It combines almost every element that I look for in an item of clothing: a strange but delicate aura, an unexpected element, a color you can’t look away from. I instantly felt like this dress could communicate contradictions that I have grown tired of stating myself. I still feel that way, but only in theory.
I do not mean to say that the dress does not exist in a way that is physical or attainable. I’ve placed the dress upon my body. But size after size, I instantly knew it wasn’t right. The only way I know how to describe it is to say it felt as if the dress had never been on a body before. I struggled to imagine the correct proportions that would make it work.
The dress was almost half off at the small boutique I went to exclusively to try this piece on. The girls at the store told me they’ve had a hard time selling the dress which made me feel better. The photo that I took of myself in the dress made me feel worse. What I mean to say is, when manipulated just so, the dress looks exactly the way it exists in my head.
What a strange experience to be standing there in a dress that was so ill fitting, but to be looking at a photo of the dress appearing so correctly. I kept showing my friend (hi Ruby!) the photo, as I stood there in the dress itself, to ask for reassurance on a truth I already knew.
I rarely find satisfaction in a digital footprint; the photo of the dress does not satisfy my desires. In fact, often the digital world only provokes in me stronger sartorial cravings.
For I now too want to be somewhere I do not know, adorned in red accents, looking at a different version of myself than the one before me.
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