Beth’s big day was finally here - her wedding. Long months spent planning and shopping would finally pay off. Her gown, hair and makeup were pristine as she walked down the aisle on her mother’s arm.
The ceremony went off exactly as she planned, and Beth beamed as she began to mingle with her friends and family, awaiting the right time to head out for bridal photos and the trip to the reception hall.
Finally, an attendant in a strict black satin blouse and trousers caught her attention.
“Ma’am, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to your photo session.”
Beth bid farewell to the friends she was speaking with and followed the young lady.
The bride followed the attendant out the service entrance and down paths, shimmering heels clicking on the tile and stone as she walked.
Finally, the attendant led her to a waiting car.
“We’ll be processing you, your photos I mean, at the next site, please hop in.”
It was a short drive, and Beth’s anticipation built as they pulled up to a quiet manor. Led out of the car and into the house, Beth began to question her whereabouts. She didn’t recognize the photographer or the site she had chosen for her photos.
The attendant ignored her questions as she helped Beth slip out of her bridal jacket and adjust her gown. The photographer posed her in front of a bank of lights, and before Beth could wonder again at the strange set-up, it was triggered.
Blinding flashes of light and colour bombarded her senses and almost instantly shut down her reaction. Her mind becalmed and her body stiffened as the photographer and attendant watched the mannequinization process. Turning to the photographer, the attendant nodded in satisfaction.
“Karen’s going to love this acquisition, such an expressive mannequin.” She looked back to Beth, now completely blank and stiff. The attendant retrieved the mount and, with the photographer’s assistance, shuffled Beth over the pole. Unlocking it with a hex key, the attendant raised the soft-tipped pole up under Beth’s short bridal dress and penetrated the new mannequin, locking her into place for display. “Let’s get her on the truck and to the shop. Nice work.”
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I was invited to a wedding at the end of the summer and trying to figure out what to wear as a non-binary person, makes me want to either punch something or throw up. Or both.
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Just a random thought: it's kind of weird that people are still so caught up in "looking professional" or whatever when like, you know what profession makes a lot of money right now? Tech. You know what demographic NEVER dresses "professional"? Tech people. Like, my dad has worked in tech my entire life, I've seen his coworkers. They all dress in T-shirts and lounge pants. Everywhere. That is THE tech guy uniform. Professionalism has always been stupid, but it's especially crazy to me that things haven't caught up, you know?
Like, I don't get taken seriously when I go to buy a car or a house or a nice outfit unless I dress up. My dad was condescended to in a car dealership. My dad's friend was condescended to in a fucking CHEESECAKE FACTORY about being able to afford the cheesecake. Showing up somewhere dressed like a schlub is practically proof you CAN afford it 😂
Obviously this is not a serious issue, I just think it's really funny. Maybe someday we'll reach the point of not being judged for dressing like you work from home, but today is not that day.
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Married in 1965 at the History Museum South Bend
This silk crepe dress from 1965 show some of the changes that happened during that decade in the world of fashion. It appears in Unveiled: Wedding Traditions which runs through January 8, 2023 at the History Museum South Bend, Indiana, and was worn by Sarah Elizabeth Lurton when she married Dr. Lester Lamon.
The dress is a sheath in silhouette, a look that became very popular in the mid-1950s. Sheath were cut so slender that women squeezed into them via various foundation garments, or girdles, or shapewear in today’s lingo. You can see here the darts that shape the dress to the body at the waist, and bustline. But most 1950s sheaths were far more detailed, often they had pieced bodices, collars, and even trim cuffs on their sleeves.
Here, instead, you see the move towards a starker garment. The shape is very simple, the neckline very deep, and the only ornamentation are the sleeves cut of lace fabric embroidered with pearls. Notice that the sleeves end with the shaped scallops of lace instead of a turned up hem. Lurton wore a single strand of pearls around her neck and a puff of veiling as a hat on the top of her head. And, of course, it is a short dress, not a longer, more formal gown. So, although this was a formal occasion and a formal dress, it was less elaborate than wedding dresses from earlier in the century, thus marking a clear shift to a simpler aesthetic and etiquette.
For more on the exhibition, go here: https://www.historymuseumsb.org/see-do/exhibits-2/
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