I ask because I'm a synthetic girl and new convert to natural fibers, and also a new convert to work appropriate fashion,
so I'm curious if
pure silk dress = fashion faux pas.
It complicates its own most obvious readings of racial and sexual identity by cutting across love, sex, lust, and longing to illustrate and embody the excruciating surfeit of words — spoken and written, etched on porcelain in notational shorthand (in Valerie Piraino's wonderfully ruminative series «Simone,» from 2010), and
silk - screened ever
so faintly on canvas (in Pendleton's Concrete, from 2004, which ticks off evocative phrases such as «the smell of your neck in August» and «somewhere between forgiving too easily and not giving in at all»)-- that prop up and then ruin relationships,
pure verbiage as a cruel mirage.