Drafting heros for imaginary lookbooks
L’Officiel Septembre 2013 the thinker
This weekend I BURNED my thumb doing the burn-test on a swatch of—albeit very, very silk-like—100% polyester. I held the lighter to the hem of the sleeve and where I thought it would alight in a respectably paper-like flame it began to disintegrate and peel, and drip and my room was instantly infused with the stench of burning plastic.
I worked at a repair-desk in a camping store for who-knows-how-many years you’d think I’d smell polyester from a mile away. You’d burn the end; tie a knot, and the place would reek of melted plastic for an hour and then they’d have their (insert gear name.) In the end: I don’t know silk. I don’t know polyester. But it’s all polyester my friends. It is all polyester.
& then the girls of Rue de Charonne were never lonely again! Because what is a skirt and a dress without a suit and perfecto to admire them?