*peers through blinds with telescope*

[constance]

I'm part of an lj community that sponsors (very) occasional theme days, we choose a theme and a date in advance, and then dress according to the direction the vote takes.

Today is a theme day. Specifically, it's Dress Like a Poem day, and I'm dressed as the first section of Mark Doty's "Couture." The second section is mostly a complaint about, well, couture, of which I have not a stitch. But the first section's an altogether different creature.


Peony silks,
in wax-light:
that petal-sheen,

gold or apricot or rose
candled into-
what to call it,

lumina, aurora, aureole?
About gowns,
the Old Masters,

were they ever wrong?
This penitent Magdalen's
wrapped in a yellow

so voluptuous
she seems to wear
all she's renounced;

this boy angel
isn't touching the ground,
but his billow

of yardage refers
not to heaven
but to pleasure's

textures, the tactile
sheers and voiles
and tulles

which weren't made
to adorn the soul.
Eternity's plainly nude;

the naked here and now
longs for a little
dressing up. And though

they seem to prefer
the invisible, every saint
in the gallery

flaunts an improbable
tumble of drapery,
a nearly audible liquidity

(bright brass embroidery,
satin's violin-sheen)
raveled around the body's

plain prose; exquisite
(dis?)guises; poetry,
music, clothes.


And here's what I'm wearing:

billowy white knee-length voile skirt tiered with white silk ribbon dividers
pigment green voile ruffle-necked poet's shirt over a
rich yellow cotton jersey camisole
pink crystal bead bracelet tied with pink-and-purple-striped silk-satin ribbon

And my pink ballerina flats with the sunburst cutout pattern over the toes were recently retired for being surprisingly, hideously uncomfortable, so instead I'm wearing strappy white flat sandals with bright pink toenail polish.

And. Of course I want to know what you're wearing too. Tell me, tell me! Pretty please?

Comments

[isis]

I'm wearing a fleece anorak with a colorful design of lizards and spirals and snakes on a black background, blue nylon exercise capris, a burgundy towel, and a tortie-and-white cat. Also fuzzy sheepskin slippers.

From which you can deduce that 1) I work at home, and 2) it's quite chilly in the mornings here.

[constance]

So far, there is ONE other person, here or on LJ, dressed in work clothes. Everyone else is dressed as casually as you are -- although much summerier, too, because everyone east of the Mississippi is dying of heat exhaustion.

Whither the people who work in offices?? Are amelia and I the only ones left? It seems unfair.