Hips Don't Lie. - Page 2
Hips. Is it any coincidence that hips, the newest fashion accessory, share a name with hipster, arguably the largest fashion and lifestyle movement since hippie, and its derivative “hip”?
No. For, as every hip phrase has an etymology, every fashion trend and style movement has its own origins and evolution. I contend that our newest celebration of flesh, both tastily visible & tantalizingly tangible (rather than just the latter), extends from society’s celebration of all fabrics skinny. (Okay. Nod to pin-up-pretty peplum, too. But that’s another article.) For, in reality and on runways, the skinny jean inevitably expresses, hugs, and loves just one juicy thing.
Hips. And, so it seems, this counter-culture, ‘80’s-esque tapered 3.0, leggings upgrade has not only trickled down from the runway. But moreover, it has trickled back up. Skinny jeans have made its most delectable body part acceptable, sexy, sought. In more than one medium. Magazines from the haute-sect, like “W,” to the pop-market crowd, i.e. “Cosmo,” run high-fashion adds and publish photo shoots where it appears designers and directors are actually padding their models’ waistlines just to achieve the every-woman corporeal curve. From the more retail-friendly “Cosmo” July cover featuring Demi Lovato in a rocking cut-out dress to a featured spread titled “Fall’s Sexiest Trends” in September’s issue, all the way to the couture ads of Dior, Alexander McQueen, Marciano, and Alberta Ferretti in “The Big Fashion Issue” of “W,” hips are in. Last time this happened? We powdered our hair gray and considered showers unclean.
Hips are happening. Hips are it. Hips are hip. I believe it was a 17th century French noble who once proclaimed, “Let them please stay.” Haute might still not get it. But hips have finally made it. Women everywhere: eat some damn cake.