muslin mockup for leather piece I am making myself. eventually.
The curve of a seam is almost erotic. In the right place, with the right slope it keeps material taut to a form, at once revealing and obscuring. The lines in some ways mimic the flow of muscles beneath skin. Tension, movement in the ease, a well-placed seam is sexy.
I’ve been dreaming of putting together an ouji/kodona style outfit (ouji=prince, kodona=boy both are subsets of Japanese Lolita focusing on “boystyle”) and I feel like Bats Day will be the perfect excuse. For the main day running around Disneyland, I’ve been working on a tailed vest I drafted completely from scratch (mostly by draping, tbh).
Lately I’ve been focusing more on playing with clothing construction and I had forgotten how much I had missed it. How rewarding it is in an immediate way but also exceptionally frustrating. Truth be told, I’m a terrible seamstress. I know this because I know exceptional seamstresses and I would be horrified if I showed some of my finished hems to them. But what I do know is construction and fit. How a piece of cloth can be folded and formed to the body. It’s that 3 dimensional thinking that made me turn from doing makeup to doing hair, that made me beam at my first papier mache lizard in kindergarten. Using my hands to directly manipulate a medium, forcing my will upon it with careful and specific negotiations. I am a tactile person, and getting my hands dirty rights my world and makes me happy.