This morning’s shots came out wonderfully gauzy. Perhaps it was the morning mist; perhaps my Krodachrome was unintentionally set to one of those artsy settings (I don’t know my way around a camera as well as some of you) or perhaps we can simply chalk it up to a dirty lens. But for whatever reason, today’s photos came out incredibly ethereal, almost angelic.
How Ironic, no? Particularly juxtaposed with the ensemble which includes, yes, a flesh colored spandex mini-dress.
This garment reeks of sin. It seems more suited to the backstage of a Bon Jovi concert circa 1986 or perhaps Whitesnake. I am still not sure what possessed me to purchase it, but I recall an early morning trip to the mall with Baby Dean, so early in fact that the only people there we me, various mall workers and a dozen or so senior citizens in sweat suits and Reeboks. I was on a mission. My mission: a flesh colored spandex mini-dress from American Apparel. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it came to me in a dream.
Well, this garment, as trashy and taboo as it threatens to be, has become a staple. I wear it as a shirt. I wear it as a spanx substitute. I wear it with leggings to teach Pilates in...anything but its original intention, a mini-dress, which even in 1986, as a teen, i would not have worn (I was note the jean shorts and bells around my ankle type). Here I am wearing it as a tunic with vintage shorts and a thrifted bolero jacket by Kimchi and Blue.
Note: If you are reading this, Jon Bon Jovi, I apologize but you have lost your chance with me. Even as I write this I can’t believe the words are coming out me but I AM COMPLETELY OVER YOU! I no longer sleep in a room whose walls are plastered with your face, I no longer write:
Beth Bon Jovi
Mrs. Bon Jovi
Mrs. Jon Bon Jovi
Mr. and Mrs. Jon Bon Jovi
on my notebooks and I am not even sure where my denim jacket with the airbrushed logo of your Slippery When Wet album has landed.