Book author Delfina Ducci’s first column about the female universe
Always appearing different is an extraordinary feeling — clothes can work wonders by turning a lousy day into an awesome one full of great encounters. Feeling comfortable in one’s own skin is an excellent anecdote against laziness and apathy, which are two enemies of our appearance.
The luxury industry has turned fashion into a mandatory and ruthless hurdle race. Real fashion that can be seen on the streets actually has nothing to do with this race. The creative flair of fashion designers is now competing with art: clothes as works of art and no longer fashion, no longer reality, simply representing the immeasurable ego of a sort of narcissism often mistaken for creative independence. Designers are temperamental, touchy, prone to outbursts of rage; they base their judgments on their own personal feelings and prejudices. While they are intelligent in every field, attractive, irresistible and dynamic, they are not inclined to accept other people’s opinions. Actual inexorable icons imposing their diktats upon men and women who subject themselves to designers’ fancies and whims.
Why give life to abstract dummies? What sort of identity must surge from these creations? And what about gender diversity? Clothing in the name of freedom should avoid bad taste as it has irreparable consequences in terms of public image. The spasmodic quest for originality has succeeded in making the dream of eternal youth into a model to be followed: men and women longing to remain young and beautiful at all costs, as it is the utmost target to be attained lest one should suffer marginalization. If women were actually liberated, they would be able to free themselves from this sort of brain-washing simply by using their intelligence. Unfortunately most women have conformed to this lifestyle — losing an opportunity to free themselves from these shackles, losing their sense of criticism. They have given up.
Often certain choices or behaviour simply cannot be explained. According to Voltaire: “whatever needs an explanation is not worth it.” And so we continue to masquerade rather than dress, with excess and exaggeration turning us all into iconic masks. Let’s go back to the past in order to interpret the future — all the while using a touch of irony.