“What do you think?” I stand a few feet away.
He looks up, “Are you going to wear a sweater with it?”
“Huh?”I question “It is a sweater, why would I wear another sweater with it?” I was quite proud of myself for finding a warm, comfortable, practical dress, suitable for New England winters.
“Well, it’s just A LOT of STRIPES,” he said rather seriously.
“Stripes?” I ask incredulously.
“Yah stripes, it’s just… well it’s a lot of them,” he responds in a sort of warning tone.
I am lost in the logic of this conversation. After watching Visual Acoustics together this week, a fabulous documentary on Julius Shulman’s photography of modern architecture and I totally thought we were on the same aesthetic wavelength.
“Is the wearing of stripes visually assaulting? I mean is wearing numerous stripes in close proximity to each other impolite? I have never heard this too any stripes thing before—really?”
He is serious.
Maybe using contrast with such wild abandon is akin to conspicuous consumption—like driving a super gas guzzling vehicle?
Or maybe he was thinking it was like a strobe lights and afraid it would cause people seizures and wanted to be sure I was ready accept responsibility for my actions?
Do you think this flagrant use of stripes makes me I look like I am stealing style from a chunky zebra?
Are we really talking this dress?? I liked it…and I think this stripe thing is crazy talk.
I am guessing it’s part of some engineer ethos, “Be reserved, and above all else don’t wear too many stripes.” Being married to an artist, well I guess he never knows when I might get wild and try to pull a striped fast one on him. Maybe we should stick to a simple pass/fail system or go back to the ranking system implemented after this incident. So tell me are my stripes offensive?