I suddenly find myself confronting a very strong and very unexpected feeling: I am absolutely desperate to dress up and strut into a swanky Manhattan office
in a single sitting, forgetting a pan of chicken cooling on the oven for so long I had to throw it out, which infuriates me.blew me away artistically; it was more like eating an entire bag of Doritos without realizing what I was doing. I could have watched Ewan McGregor slink around Manhattan in a turtleneck for another four hours, easily, but the pacing was weird and the writing didn’t work for me. What really sucked me in were the perfect visuals, which were so mesmerizing that .
I first realized this was happening when I watched the scene where fashion publicist Eleanor Lambert is attempting to persuade/cajole/bully Halston into participating in the design showdown to raise money for restoring Versailles. All of a sudden, I found myself flipping through pages and pages of dresses, trying to figure out where to even go to shop for something plus-size, sophisticated,
and properly fitted to my body in a way that leggings can never be. It’s all the fault of these two jackets.It’s not that I want an Ultrasuede dress, exactly—the proportions wouldn’t quite work for my body, even if they came in my size. But I want the equivalent, for me in the year 2021, of an Ultrasuede dress. I didn’t relate to those post-pandemic dressing essays until now, when suddenly I want to burn every last piece of athleisure garbage I’ve worn for more than a year.