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The Family Heritage

It was a hot July evening, during the craziness of my wedding preparations 6 years ago, when my grandmother called me to her room to discuss something important. She had her old wooden trunk open and a bunch of jewelry boxes sitting on her bed. This was one of those activities that she does only did when she was feeling down, so as soon as I walked in I was concerned. The bed was loaded with open boxes of fine jewelry, she was sorting and deciding which pieces needed a good cleaning before the wedding. Most of it was decades old, and I was drawn to this one particular piece that I had never before seen the likes of.

Being a fashion design student, I had been familiar with vintage clothing and shoes of different cultures. But Pakistani vintage jewelry? It was something that I had always overlooked. Of course, I knew it was there but during those years, I would much rather purchase an impressive vintage dress that would make a huge visual impact. Jewelry always seemed subtle in comparison.

This particular piece of my grandmother’s collection that I was drawn to, was a unique piece indeed. The piece belonged to my grandmother’s grandmother. Which was passed down to her. It might be older than that we don’t know that for sure. This would mean that this earring set was at least 150-year-old. It was pure 24 carat gold with 9 precious stones (it is called a nauratan- 9 jewels) encrusted in the leafy pattern. The stones included pearls,  rubies, sapphires, turquoise, emeralds, zircon, hessonite, diamond  and red coral.

The earring was with some intricate detailing and tiny pearl tassels. The flowers were mounted on gold coloured leafy design. The design was very vintage looking gold. The earring was about 3.5 to 4 inches, with a clasp back.

As I held that earring in my hand for the very first time, I was in awe. It was then my grandmother told me how this particular earring set had been passed down generation to generation. My grandmother had acquired this from her mother on her wedding and had later passed it on to my mother for hers. My mother had polished it and given it back to my grandmother for safe keeping. She told me that she wanted to pass this piece of our family heritage down to me, so I could continue the tradition. I was so excited. It became my treasured piece and was so different from anything else I’ve had ever worn. I wore it so often during the first few months of my marriage. When I was moving to the States, I had handed the earring back to my mother for safe keeping.

That earring is a proof of quality and craftsmanship from the late 1800’s (if I’m not wrong). And I’m blessed to be the one it was passed on to by my grandmother. I might pass it on to my baby sister on her wedding someday, as I want her to cherish our heritage too!

Wardrobe Memories

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Reading the book “Craft of Use” by Kate Fletcher made me think about the strong emotional attachment that I have developed toward some of my clothes. It is funny how sometimes, this aspect of people’s life remains overlooked. As we add more and more items to our wardrobe, we tend to forget about the stories of each one of those pieces, which are part of the chapters of the big book that our life history. Whether our clothing collection is large or small, each one of the pieces that we have acquired through time has the power to evoke a special feeling, a treasured memory, or perhaps just even the sweet feeling of pleasure that we felt the moment that, acting on impulse, we bought a garment directly from the front window of a store.  For me, each one of the clothes that I keep has such a strong emotional value.

I believe that Fletcher’s book intends to remind us that each skirt, t-shirt, jacket or dress that we have hides a beautiful story to remember. Therefore, throwing them out without acknowledging this would be as though we were deleting that special part of our past. That is why is so important to make a recollection of those meaningful moments with love and some added nostalgia as we go through our drawers and closet at the end of each season. For example, a dress that we bought for our prom party when we were in high school is full of memories of a night in which we celebrated the great achievement of finishing school and starting a new chapter of our life as adults. However, for many people, it is not easy to learn to appreciate their clothes since we live in the era of globalization and fast-fashion, in which the marketing strategy of the industry encourages customers to constantly buy new things and throw out the old ones. I think taking the time to let memories resurface through our clothes is a key concept to understand that fashion is more than shopping. Thus, associating our garments with our personal history could encourage us to recycle and find new and interesting ways to wear the items we already have.

In my case, I would say that one of my favorite garments is a beautiful pink mini trapeze ruffle dress that my sister gave me as a birthday present a couple of years ago. This was my first retro classic dress, and I love it because of its soft and smooth texture. It features a flat collar embellished with silver rhinestones that combine perfectly with its elegant long sleeves. The dress is made of light pink chiffon, which is a very delicate and beautiful fabric. In addition, this dress reminds me of the trapeze line created by Yves Saint Laurent during the late 1950’s, and I can say that fell in love with it the very first time I saw it. It is funny though that as much as I liked it, I couldn’t get it before it was sold out online. I was totally disappointed about it because knowing that my birthday was getting closer, I thought it was the perfect occasion for me to wear it. Having lost all hope to get it, I was greatly surprise when I got a box in the mail containing the same trapeze dress I was so desperately looking for along with a sweet card from my sister wishing me a very happy birthday. Months later, I asked my sister how she knew I wanted that dress, and she told me that she ordered it weeks before my birthday thinking I would like it. Thus, whether it was a very fortunate event or coincidence of fate what brought this dress to into my life, it was also an act of appreciation and love, which makes it even more meaningful for me.

Fashion aide-mémoires

I often ask myself this rather rhetorical question: How random is this? I remember the time when I was a little girl and my grandma used to show me the old postcards from New York that belonged to my great-grandmother… Recently my grandma also gave me a brooch that my great grandma brought from her duty journey to New York when she was a member of the official delegation of the Soviet Union to the United Nations back in 1970’s. I instantly fell in love with this vintage accessory, as it held a value inestimable in dollars. For me, this brooch is a constant reminder of my great granny and her achievements as one of the first women diplomats.

Furthermore, this sweater is another piece of memory left from my great grandmother. She knitted this wool sweater some 60 years ago. It was passed to my grandma, then to my mother and eventually, it ended up in New York, as now I am the one proudly wearing it. I am currently doing an internship at the United Nations and hoping to follow my great grandma’s steps in the field of international affairs. Therefore, this sweater not only reminds me of her but also inspires me a lot, as my great granny was and always will be my role model. It is incredible how clothes and accessories have an ability to become the keepsakes or in the language of diplomacy, the aide-mémoires that we associate with people, places, experiences and times.

Wearing clothes that have an emotional value while looking and feeling great, makes me wonder if we actually need to constantly seek for new stuff in department stores or wherever it is possible. In fact, the materialistic output is not important, it is not even satisfying. We can be satisfied by things we already have, by giving them a new life, by learning the extremely satisfying craft of use. But the question is rather, whether there is a way for fashion to existing without being so connected with consumerism in the economy based on materialism?.. The economy that is fueled by consumerism making people spend money they don’t have for the things they don’t need. From this point of view, what such economy needs is actually a revolution of values.

“Understand them – demand them less”: Understanding Ownership and Value

When does ownership transfer from owner to object? To explore this question, I engage a story about one of the oldest pieces of clothing I have, that I bought and purchased, that has redefined the idea of “ownership”. To start, I want to quote Kate Fletcher’s book “Craft of Use: Post-Growth Fashion”:

Have lots of them – don’t know them.
Know them – enjoy them, be charmed or frustrated by them,
love them, change them, understand them.
Understand them – demand them less.

Fletcher, Kate. Craft of Use: Post-Growth Fashion (p. 141). Taylor and Francis. Kindle Edition.

The sweater above in the photos is one of the only pieces of clothing I can truly say that I have cherished for over 6+ plus years. It’s not a long time, but it has a story behind it.

To escape the small town I grew up in, I first started going to college in downtown Los Angeles at FIDM. I was a Fashion Design major, and needless to say I made no money while I was working 60 hours a week on homework and considering all the expenses my parents and I paid for me to move across the country. And by the second set of roommates I had, and one of the few days I ventured out of my apartment, I ended up on strolling down Sunset Boulevard looking for Halloween costumes. And if you have visited, Sunset Blvd was nothing I had ever seen before: it was bizarre and raw with people and places of fashion that I thought I would never see in person. It was individualized and almost un-kept (ripped jeans, shirts cut in half, beanies falling apart). It was street wear, but it was more than that: it reminds me of Kate Flecher’s quote in Chapter 4:

There’s a certain amount of personal bravery required to gain this understanding, for we need to trust our own instincts and judgement about the things we have in front of us. We have to overcome the fear (after Thoreau’s Walden and the story of the Broken Pantaloon, p.250) that showing ourselves in the same, well-worn clothes is worse than weak moral character.

Fletcher, Kate. Craft of Use: Post-Growth Fashion (p. 141). Taylor and Francis. Kindle Edition

Clothes were worn and worn out, and that type of ownership was something entirely brand new to me. I observed this and continued walking. I saw that white and red lip-symbol button-down sweater on the corner of a street, on a rolling rail with a “Sale” sign. The owner of the store, a boutique of bought and resold clothes came out and bargained down the price of that sweater to about $30.00, which I knew I shouldn’t have been spending. But something about the abstract Warhol-appeal of the sweater was something I never had in my possession before I paid for the sweater, and therefore I owned it; and I owned it proudly. I wore it all the time to school to show it off like I was a new woman: which is irony in the fact that it was a resold garment. But my ownership of the garment made it valuable in the way I wore it with pride.

I felt fashionable. I say that meaning for the first time, I didn’t look like “a small town girl from Connecticut” and I felt like a part of California was being worn on me through this sweater. And in turn, I cherished the sweater so much and as Fletcher says above: I overcame the fear of wearing the same clothing because it meant something more than just a piece of clothing. I never washed it. I only wore it when I wanted to show it off and took care of it more than any other clothing I owned.

Moving out of California and back to my home town, I not only kept this sweater, but the sweater turned around to own me in a way; after years of cleaning out my closet, this sweater has never been taken away from me. So, this sweater now holds it’s ownership on me and more that that: it holds my first college memories and the times I spent as a naive teenager in California. It holds the memories of the compliments it gave me from people that made me feel special; the care I took for the garment allowed for the garment to take care of me. Even in practices of laundry, as Fletcher explains with the washing of wool, can be applied:

In some of the ‘never washed’ stories, wool’s properties in the physical realm are augmented as holders of meaning and memories – and together fibre and sentiment influence the practices of use.

Fletcher, Kate. Craft of Use: Post-Growth Fashion (p. 145). Taylor and Francis. Kindle Edition.

Although this sweater is a cotton-blend, I have the same “never washed” practice that keeps the garment’s meaning of use: it’s value is higher than other pieces so it is used less, but used with more purpose. It is washed less not because I want it dirty, but because those fibers hold the memories of my experience at FIDM, the people I wore it around, and how I felt when it covered me: that sweater gave me an identity of strength and determination that I need at the time. It was a used sweater, brightly colored on the side of Sunset Boulevard, but now it has en-capsuled a time in my life I may never get back: it’s not a sweater, it’s a piece of my history.

Carolyn J Cei

The Wearer, the Worn, and the Conscious

As a former classmate of mine, and someone I consider an influence in my classes, Chy Sprauve’s “Dress(ing) as Self-Help: Power, Aesthetics, + Pedagogy” is still a powerful read from the catalog. So, when thinking of her inspiration from Richard Sennett, and how the body is transformed by the wearer, I am struck by this quote in particular:

“Though many of us do not make the clothing or design patterns ourselves, the act of dressing is still a “collective” process because we are curating items on our bodies that other people have created and designed. The act is also many times, anonymous, because, in many cases, the people who make the clothing work in factories miles and miles away. Many times, unnamed labor creates our clothing. This is how the act of dressing is both “collective” and “anonymous” (Sprauve 63).

Fabric of Cultures Class – Fall 2016 Semester

This reminds me of Jane Schneider’s “Out of Polyester” article where Didier Ravin makes a similar, yet more aggressive claim, in terms of social class and polyester emergence in the 1970’s; Ravin attacks elitist companies like Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein for using “natural” fibers in their materials where Ravin asserts: “I am sure that most customers who followed Mr. Klein’s view of ‘back to nature’ would be surprised that the tiny Mexican village serving as the backdrop of his recent campaign is today still mired in abject poverty…” (Schneider 7).

So, with both quotes in mind, I am drawn on this idea of the “collective” as a layered experience between multiple people. For example, the clothing itself can be an entity and its transformation of cloth to clothing makes it an object that can stand on its own. When placed on the body, the clothing is an actor in the ways we move and our body language transforms by how the clothing hits, wraps, and as Chy says: how the clothing is curated to the body. We make the choice of choosing what clothing we wear, where we are actors in decision of our clothing selection, but when the clothes are placed on the body, the clothing becomes active in determining our demeanor. The “anonymous” is still present, though, even after this “collective “process between “wearer” and “what is worn”. The “anonymous”, as Ravin would argue, is only anonymous to the consumer; the companies, elite or not, know the creators of the clothing whether it is a Mexican village or lawful laborers. So, how does the “anonymous” part of the clothing we wear truly affect us as consumers?

As Manolo Blahnik says: “People walk differently in high heels. Your body sways to a different kind of tempo” so that the shoe designer agrees that’s clothing can transform our body and its language; the question still is: if we are feeling the clothing against our bodies and reacting, would our emotional response change with knowledge of how the clothing was made? I believe that the initial reaction of wearing a pair of high heels or slipping into your favorite pair of jeans, as Eco as stated, is a very personal and instant reaction that cannot really be controlled: it is part of our unconscious to how we react when the skin touches the clothing and the clothing changes us.

Fabric of Cultures Class – Fall 2016 Semester

Our conscious understanding of how clothing is made wouldn’t necessarily interrupt that very instant reaction of how we feel when clothing and skin touch, but it would produce an emotional feeling afterwards of either regret, disgust, confusion, etc. So, the process of allowing our demeanor to change is a very intimate experience that needs to be free of conscious afterthought of where the clothes came from to keep it intimate, and almost romantic. The consciousness of the creation is powerful knowledge, but it may prevent our desire to shop to certain places where our unconscious would benefit in the desire of having such clothing. I by no means think we should be unaware of where our clothes come from, but I do wonder if that romantic bond between the wearer and the clothing would be broken, and less magical, if the mind was conscious, or too aware, of the “anonymous” in creation. While creation, in terms of safety and legality, is beneficial morally, how is beneficial for our relationship with clothing in how we feel, react, and bond when we wear them?

Best,

Carolyn J Cei

A T-shirt transformed

The T-shirt, a short-sleeved round-neck white one with a graphic on the front is the one that I chose to use for this project. I bought it in a small village my husband and I visited while on our honeymoon in Brazil decades ago. I thought I would keep it intact for my forever so I surprised myself by choosing this T-shirt to transform.

My inspiration came from the short Chinese robe. This meant that I would transform my memento definitively. Beyond the practical and sociological aspects of my study, I had to go through the process of shattering something with intense sentimental value.

A serendipitous outcome is that my memento of a single event served as a canvas for a tapestry of many memories. Using extra yarn left over from projects over the years, even some that were from my sister’s projects of more than forty years ago, I knit memories to one another. Distinguishing elements of the canvas, the label, now split in two, and the graphic with the name of the local village, remain.

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Phase 1: Cut the back of the T-shirt, now the front

Phase 2: Dye the T-shirt indigo color

Phase 3: Dyed!

Phase 4: Knit inserts and trim

Front finished

Back finished

the shape of the thing: Eco, Stallybrass and the emotional capacity of clothing

Rayon? Maybe silk? Perhaps it was polyester. Sleeveless, white, transparent. White buttons up the front, the collar had slightly extended tips, a bit of a seventies flair to it. Effortlessly fitted.

My former boss had given it to me, in the fall of 2012, after a bought of closet cleansing, fueled partially no doubt by the mental anguish caused by her recent diagnosis. She brought me two heaping bags full of clothes, an incredibly kind gesture. While perusing the selection with her, I immediately gravitated towards this simple shirt, with its particularly subtle styling. I inquired about its origins, “tell me about this one.” She mentioned that the shirt had been custom made for her, by a local artist friend in San Francisco. “How did you know it was special?”, I explained that something about the details had spurred my attention. From then on, I remember wearing it in passing, a great layer, adding a bit of “pulled together-ness” to my usually pretty haphazard way of dressing. That summer, the treatment for her illness intensified, and doctors informed her that she could not travel to New York for one of our company’s biannual work trips, and she decided to send me in her place. Packing for the trip, I grabbed the shirt, a seemingly perfect edition, not only for the sweltering New York heat but as to fulfill the need to look presentable, and thought of it as a talisman, a bit of her energy with me as I travelled. It made its way into my outfits several times throughout the trip, in work capacities as well as during my off times. In particular, I wore it over a long flowy vintage dress (from my other boss!), for a day of adventuring with an exciting new someone, in what would become our whirlwind romance. Atop the highest vantage point on Coney Island, the apex of the Ferris Wheel, it must have slipped my grasp, I was distracted by the views and the racing rhythm of my chest being in such close proximity to this new person. Later in the afternoon, I wondered out loud about where it had gone, looked briefly around to see if it could be retrieved, and quickly gave up hope, the throngs of park goers and piles of trash quickly discouraging me, yet there was a soreness in that moment that struck me. Later, alone, processing my myriad thoughts and feelings, the highs of these surprising moments of rapture with this new someone, marked with a reality check, my misplacing of the shirt. It occurred to me that losing that relatively unimportant object, in that fleeting moment, struck me because my fleeting grasp of that object mirrored my time left with its original owner, who was quickly coming up against the edges of her life. A year later, on a cross country roadtrip with that person who made my heart race (and still does), now my partner, and my brother, I stepped outside to take a call while eating at a Mexican diner, finding out she had passed away. That moment, standing alone squinting in the hot sun on a sidewalk in Austin, Texas, felt oddly similar to the moment I discovered the white shirt had fled my grasp, it was one of slight discomfort, not particularly sadness, but a confounding moment of puzzling loss. The shape of the shirt came back to me, its gauzy effortlessness that had matched her personality so well, its seamless blending into my wardrobe, as she had into my life, my psyche. The memory punctuated as the realization hit, I was left catching my breath. I thought back to standing amongst the people, the trash and trashy entertainment of Coney Island, the blur of feeling, a premonition to the loss, real loss, that was soon to come. It would take me months to unpack her loss, even years to tap into the deep ebbs and flows of grief that one feels when they lose a friend, a mentor, a beacon in their life. The shape of this heartache has always been hard for me to draw out, to define with words. I found Stallybrass’ work so moving because it closely approximates the weight of loss of a loved one through the visceral sensations, like the worn elbows of the clothes they wore while occupying the liminal space of life on earth and in our lives.

Through their differing approaches, Stallybrass and Eco use similar methodologies, historicizing and theorizing the affective power of clothes through a singular object, Eco’s Jeans and Stallybrass’ Jacket. I ponder Eco’s exploration of the performance of the body in socialized space, and Stallybrass’ connection to the emotive potentialities of textiles, and the incredibly complex manners in which bodies perform social constraints while mediating the emotive histories of the garments that adorn them. While Stallybrass touches on how clothes allow us to inhabit them, while inoculating us with the souls of those we have lost, I wonder, do clothes also hold potential energy, the capacity to contain the foreboding nature of ensuing loss? Would Eco, who philosophizes on the way in which clothes affect how we function in the world, agree that there is an emotional memory to clothes, and perhaps that this emotional memory transcends the object itself? Is the wearing of these items so wrapped up in our personal emotional histories another form of the ‘armor’ that Eco describes? If so, perhaps by stepping into these clothes we are swimming in the notion of mortality, of ourselves and others, adorning ourselves in this acknowledgement, creating some hybrid type of armor that finds strength in vulnerability, the way that clothes record the minutiae of our lives, while often outliving our physical manifestations.

In one of the short stories that makes up Jonathan Lethem’s book Men and Cartoons, a couple arrives home to find their apartment has been burglarized, and besides a few obvious things (a TV and a fax machine) they can’t seem to figure out all that has been stolen. The authorities arrive and employ a spray, that “makes lost things visible” by turning them into an orange glowing holographic image. To their surprise, this spray also elucidates relationships that have been “lost” and they find themselves adorned with the naked, sleeping hologram of their exes, clinging steadfastly to their respective bodies. I imagine the sensation I would feel wearing that shirt now, after so fatefully losing it at Coney Island all those years ago, and I think of Stallybrass’ own emotional breakdown while donning his late friend’s jacket. Try as we might to purge these reminders of the deceased, emptying closets in our haste, in an effort rid ourselves of those clinging memories, like orange holograms, perhaps it’s best to dress ourselves in the armor of personal histories of our loss, and reveal in their uncanny ability to inhabit us, mind body and soul. In fact, I think I might like to wear that shirt again.

Intersecting Fashion and Culture in Death: Cloth Beyond the Grave

French philosopher Albert Camus said, “Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future” (Rabalais). On April 23, 2014, my grandmother Joan Ellen Brown-Breen had gone from alive, to being a memory. So, I think of that gentle woman, dressed in a classic Land’s End blue gauge cardigan and bright white tights sitting across from the many meals we endured. I picture her making sure her lipstick stayed on after her sip of hot coffee and fidgeting with a handkerchief tucked under the white collared sleeve of her button-down shirt. And what is embedded in my grandmother’s demeanor is a part of a culture, a history, and a materiality of that handkerchief that marks a memory. If Camus believes in culture bringing about a future, my grandmother has set up a gift for me, and the magic of cloth and dress behind those we have lost can set a philosophy of not only remembrance, but fashion living beyond the person in death; in that sense, there is a death in fashion.

The past life of cloth does not end, as a person’s life does and in that death, the cloth remains as a symbol. Umberto Eco and Peter Stallybrass capture how clothes go beyond the idea of objects to become symbols of past and present motions. To start, we must understand how these symbols are interpreted in a broader sense. Eco’s “Social Life as a System”, shows a clear emphasis on fashion being used as codes, messages and symbols that are acted through gestures and demeanor. He states: “I am speaking through my clothes…Obviously, fashion codes are less articulate, more subject to historical fluctuations than linguistic codes” (Eco 144). His comparison of semiotics in clothing are interpreted just as easily and frequently as our movement is; as well, the history of fashion changes our interpretation of how we decode these symbols. Fashion symbolizes class and economic standards. It divides us in social boundaries, but somehow is our common thread, as well. To understand these linguistics, Eco states: “The task of semiotics is to isolate different systems of signification, each of them ruled by specific norms, and to demonstrate that there is signification and that there are norms” (Eco 145). Using these norms as a starting point of comparison can help us in decoding each other’s symbols and signs. Just as Eco also echoes in “Lumbar Thought”, a pair of jeans transformed his demeanor and he developed a new set of symbols embodied in his physical movement.

Stallybrass’ analyzes the grief in clothing of those who have passed away in how even when the human movement is gone, there is still something; there is something almost magical, moving around in the fabric. That is what is called the imprint. When speaking of the death of his friend Allon White, he states: “For Jen, the question was whether and how to reorder the house, what to do with Allon’s books and with all the ways in which he had occupied space” (Stallybrass 35). By his use of literary language, Stallybrass is emphasizing that the signs of remembrance, like Allon’s books, still existed around them; his signs stayed even though his physical body had left. Stallybrass talks of memories as the imprint of a person and the power in processing that memory comes from within in us.

When my grandmother, on my mother’s side, passed away, there was this spree and excitement for my aunts to gather as much of her personal items as quickly as possible. The stampede to her home in Waterbury empathized a true fetishism in my grandmother’s belongings. The pearls she bought after my grandfather returned from war, the sapphire rings she collected, and the many cashmere sweaters she wore during the seasons seemed to be a commodity, as Karl Marx would see it; these items were so valued for their price that the memory of my grandmother faded. My mother, however, started fidgeting with the fake diamond pins she seemed to snag out of the items that were taken. They were my grandmother’s, and when I asked my mother why she wore them, she said she could feel my grandmother’s presence with her. Here is where I saw my mother’s power in imprinting my grandmother’s memory. She didn’t need the most expensive item to feel her own mother’s love; she needed something that reminded that she had strength from the ones who passed away in her life. My mother sat in a hospital for two months watching my grandmother withering away while my aunts sat in their homes, far away from the horror, and all they wanted was stuff. To them, all they saw was stuff, so it remained stuff.

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The true reason why clothing becomes a memory is by the senses of the body, and the magic that makes you feel somehow secure knowing that that pin sat on someone else’s shoulders for a long time. It’s as if the pins, gathered on my mother, would be like having little imaginary former lives of memory helping her make decisions in the present. The magic of those moments, and the symbolism of some cheap Macy’s pin, as I believe Stallybrass would agree, gathered meaning because some wore it.

Clothing is different because it touches the body; it has direct connection to that person’s movement, the environments they both enter, and the way they live on that person and in return, the clothing becomes the life. It can be frightening in experience and this terror is captured by Vladimir Nabokov as he states: “Her dresses now wear their own selves, her books leaf through their own pages. We suffocate in the tightening circle of those monsters that are misplaced and misshapen because she is not there to tend them” (Stallybrass 40). And maybe that’s the point: we need to keep this cyclic motion going of tending to these items so that they continue their own path of life along ours. The personification of cloth is what keeps the mystery, but also creates a sense of fear that the person who has passed, may still be around in that object. Clothing truly haunts us and that adds comfort, along with some mystery or terror, to how clothing is truly grieved. It becomes so grieved, we started to follow an understood and organized interpretation of what to wear to mourn those we have lost; we have created fashion, alongside the fashion that lives from those who have died.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art had an exhibition, reviewed by Glenda Tomi, called “Death Becomes Her: A Century of Mourning Attire” which examined the Victorian Era. “Her”, which personified the actual attire that the person mourning was wearing, became a part of the textile industry after the Industrial Revolution; mourning attire, thus, became a staple in the fashion industry (Toma). Between 1815 and 1915, death in fashion has certain symbols and codes as an homage to Eco statements about coding, as Toma states:

“And while black does have a muting effect, it cannot hide careful attention to cut, detail and trim. One outfit, dated 1861 and displayed from behind, has thin threads of gray woven throughout the skirt, as if someone started sketching gardenias in charcoal. Lace is delicately draped around the shoulders, just sheer enough that the dress’s black beads still manage to peek through” (Toma).

The question for present day mourning, amongst Stallybrass’ and Toma’s analysis of death, comes back to my grandmother’s handkerchiefs; for that, the personal narrative from my mother explains the history behind why the magic of what could be a forgotten, a 1900’s folded embroidered piece of cloth, becomes meaningful in remembrance and memory. My grandmother had her own fashion inspiration from Jackie Kennedy and Chanel, which why she loved carrying scarves or handkerchiefs. From my mother, also named Joan, there is further insight into my grandmother’s, who we called “Mama Joan” history of style:

“Mama Joan grew up in the depression, then married Papa Frank who was very frugal, so money was always tight. On top of that, Mama Joan went to Catholic school and always wore a uniform. And her mother was English, and wore very simple clothes. I always thought her Mom looked like a nun. So, what’s a girl to do? I think Mama Joan used scarves as her fashion statement piece. They were economical and she could change up her basic clothes to look new and different. She always wore short scarves around her neck. She didn’t have money for jewelry, so scarves were her accessory”.

That culture of wearing scarves and handkerchiefs during the 1940’s and 1950’s spread to my mother, who also accessories with scarves based on the influence of my grandmother. In a way, other than actual funeral attire we all wear, those scarves my mother creates a new definition of “mourning clothing”. My mother is what Stallybrass would call giving “tribute” to my grandmother. Stallybrass believes in obligations to cloth in mourning as he states: “The particular power of cloth…is closely associated with two almost contradictory aspects of its materiality; it’s ability to permeated and transformed be maker and wearer alike; its ability to endure over time…cloth is a kind of memory” (Stallybrass 38). More so, cloth is more human than we ever imagine it to be, and can endure its own death in a way. Cloth endures time just as we do as humans, it just dies differently; he decays differently. The one common ideal is that cloth and humans share is having a soul, which is how cloth is personified. Cloth only lasts longer than the human body, but it wears marks of time and it captures the memory of the human life.

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Ironically, the future of our culture lies in the death of the past, in terms of cloth; we mourn clothes left behind while create an industry based on the death of others to fuel another capitalist perspective of the industry. Eco and Stallybrass understand the physicality and materiality of an object whether it’s in how we move as people when wearing clothes, or the physical texture of clothing that imprints a person even after the person is gone. This is seen in the visual collections of photographs of the left behind, but still very alive, handkerchiefs of my grandmother. Beyond capitalism and fetishism, which do exist in the fashion industry, symbolic meaning of clothing is a long last influence, and is preserved by us as people, after the death of the person. Whether alive or not, the codes of a person are embedded in their clothing, truly shaped into it, so that their presence cannot leave. The materiality of clothing by sharing and reusing clothes, shows that clothing is also a sign of a long journey, collecting memories as if they item can be personified forever. The magic then, is accepting the movement of the present and how movement continues in the past to provide a real mystery to the definitions of life and death in fashion.

Work Cited

Eco, Umberto. “A Theory of Semiotics.” Social Life as a Sign System (1976): 143-47. Web. 23 Sept. 2016.

Eco, Umberto. “Lumbar Thought.” Umberto Eco (n.d.): 315-17. Web. 3 Sept. 2016.

Rabalais, Kevin. “Create Dangerously: Albert Camus and His Quest for Meaning.” The Australian Arts. The Australian, 2 Nov. 2013. Web. 23 Nov. 2016.

Stallybrass, Peter. “Worn World.” Clothes, Mourning, and the Life of Things (n.d.): 35-50. Web. 23 Sept. 2016.

Toma, Glenda. “At The Met, ‘Death Becomes’ A History Lesson Of The Fashion Variety.” Forbes.Com (2014): 1. Business Source Complete. Web. 23 Nov. 2016.

Eco and Stallybrass in Decoding the Meaning of Clothing

Both Umberto Eco and Peter Stallybrass, through different perspectives, capture how clothes go beyond the idea of objects to become symbols of past and present motions. Eco and Stallybrass, as well, have a similarity in using “I” in their texts to create a personal narrative. To start with Eco’s Social Life as a System, there is a clear emphasis on fashion being used as codes, messages and symbols that are acted through gestures and demeanor. He states: “I am speaking through my clothes…Obviously fashion codes are less articulate, more subject to historical fluctuations than linguistic codes” (Eco 144). His comparison of semiotics in clothing are interpreted just as easily and frequently as our movement is. Fashion symbolizes class and economic standards. It divides us in social boundaries, but somehow is our common thread, as well. To understand these linguistics, Eco states: “The task of semiotics is to isolate different systems of signification, each of them ruled by specific norms, and to demonstrate that there is signification and that there are norms” (Eco 145). Using these norms as a starting point of comparison can help us in decoding each other’s symbols and signs. Just as Eco also echoes in “Lumbar Thought”, a pair of jeans transformed his demeanor and he developed a new set of symbols embodied in his physical movement.

Analyzing movement is emphasized in Stallybrass’ analysis of grief in clothing of those who have passed away in how the human movement is now gone, but there is still something, something almost magical, moving around in the fabric. That is what is called the imprint. When speaking of the death of his friend Allon White, he states: “For Jen, the question was whether and how to reorder the house, what to do with Allon’s books and with all the ways in which he had occupied space” (Stallybrass 35). By his use of literary language, Stallybrass is emphasizing that the signs of remembrance, like Allon’s books, still existed around them; his signs stayed even though his physical body had left. Stallybrass talks of memories as the imprint of a person and the power in processing that memory comes from within in us.

When my mother’s mother passed away, there was this spree and excitement for my aunts to gather as much of her personal items as quickly as possible. The stampede to her home in Waterbury empathized a true fetishism in my grandmother’s belongings. The pearls she bought after my grandfather returned from war, the sapphire rings she collected, and the many cashmere sweaters she wore during the seasons seemed to be a commodity, as Karl Marx would see it; these items were so valued for their price that the memory of my grandmother faded. My mother, however, started fidgeting with the fake diamond pins she seemed to snag out of the items that were taken. They were my grandmother’s, and when I asked my mother why she wore them, she said she could feel my grandmother’s presence with her. Here is where I saw my mother’s power in imprinting my grandmother’s memory. She didn’t need the most expensive item to feel her own mother’s love; she needed something that reminded that she had strength from the ones who passed away in her life. My mother sat in a hospital for two months watching my grandmother withering away while my aunts sat in their homes, far away from the horror, and all they wanted was stuff. It’s just stuff.

The true reason why clothing becomes a memory is by the senses of the body, and the magic that makes you feel somehow secure knowing that that pin sat on someone else’s shoulders for a long time. It’s as if the pins, gathered on my mother, would be like having little imaginary former lives of memory helping her make decisions in the present. The magic of those moments, and the symbolism of some cheap Macy’s pin, as I believe Stallybrass would agree, gathered meaning because some wore it.

Clothing is different because it touches the body; it has direct connection to that person’s movement, the environments they both enter, and the way they live on that person and in return, the clothing becomes the life. It can be frightening if you think about and this terror is captured by Vladimir Nabokov as he states: “Her dresses now wear their own selves, her books leaf through their own pages. We suffocate in the tightening circle of those monsters that are misplaced and misshapen because she is not there to tend them” (Stallybrass 40). And maybe that’s the point: we need to keep this circle motion going of tending to these items so that they continue their own path of life along ours. Clothing truly haunts us and that adds comfort, along with some mystery or terror, to how clothing is truly grieved.

Eco and Stallybrass understand the physical whether it’s in how we move as people when wearing clothes, or the physical texture of clothing that imprints a person even after the person is gone. Beyond capitalism and fetishism, which do exist in the fashion industry, symbolic meaning of clothing is a long last influence, and is preserved by us as people. Whether alive or not, the codes of a person are embedded in their clothing, truly shaped into it, so that their presence cannot leave. The materiality of clothing by sharing and reusing clothes, shows that clothing is also a sign of a long journey, collecting memories as if they item can be personified forever. The magic then, is accepting the movement of the present and how movement continues in the past to provide a real mystery to the definitions of life and death.

Work Cited

Eco, Umberto. “A Theory of Semiotics.” Social Life as a Sign System (1976): 143-47. Web. 23 Sept. 2016.

Eco, Umberto. “Lumbar Thought.” Umberto Eco (n.d.): 315-17. Web. 3 Sept. 2016.

Stallybrass, Peter. “Worn World.” Clothes, Mourning, and the Life of Things (n.d.): 35-50. Web. 23 Sept. 2016.

Peter Stallybrass, “Worn Worlds”

Peter Stallybrass, “Worn Worlds”: Handout 3, Question 3

(Short Essay #1)


It was interesting to read both Stallybrass and Eco and how they discuss the effect clothing has on us as we wear it, and both support their writings through personal experiences. It was interesting to notice that although they reached the same conclusion, they had two very different methods of getting there.

As Stallybrass focused on clothing’s effect on us, he referred to the memories it holds of us in an emotional sense. We live through our clothing, and it hold onto our memories after we die. The garment will forever contain an intangible part of us, unseen to the inattentive eye.

Eco in his writings focused on the physical comfort aspect in two ways. Firstly, we feel more relaxed wearing jeans. When wearing jeans, we’re less worried about our clothing getting creased or dirty. Secondly, the clothes we wear can affect our demeanor. We carry and present ourselves differently depending what genre of clothing we are wearing.

At a cousin’s wedding last month, I wore a gown that I had also worn at a friend’s wedding this past summer. The gown matched both of the wedding’s color schemes, and I was ecstatic to be able to wear the same dress twice. Not only did this save money, it also saved a lot of time shopping for a second gown.

While reviewing the authors points, I realized I can relate to both of the writers discussed. As I learnt from Stallybrass, the gown reminded me of the first wedding I wore the gown to, and the feelings I experienced at that friend’s wedding. As I put on the dress during the second wedding, I thought back to the first wedding and how exciting that day was. Furthermore, as I also learnt from Eco, the gown also affected my demeanor. When I wore the gown I felt formal and was careful to act in a dignified matter. I felt elegant and regal, and was well aware that people were constantly watching me.

I learnt a lot through reading Eco and Stallybrass’s work. It gave me new ideas to think about, and taught me things about life that I’ve never noticed before. I look forward to reading more articles and learning new things from these authors.