Review: Women in Clothes


Full disclosure: I’m a contributor to this book.

Women in Clothes
is a book by Sheila Heti, Heidi Julavits, Leanne Shapton and 639 other women who have an interest, an affiliation with, or even something vague and artistic to say about clothes.

The book is a gorgeous tome dedicated to the philosophy of style, taste and fashion.

I was thrilled when I got it in the mail. It felt good to hold. The weight was solid, the surface matte and the water colour simplicity of the cover made it feel important. Of course, being completely self-centred the first thing I did was flip to the back to look for my name in the contributor list. I felt the thrill of seeing my name in print and I flipped around to try and find my quotes. Then I felt embarrassed at my own selfish enthusiasm and proceeded to read the book cover to cover.

It was fascinating. It felt like a sepia-toned stroll through other women’s lives and memories. It was intimate and close, brave and heartfelt. All the stories and interviews and snippets were stunningly curated so they had a seamless feel. No underwear lines to be seen.

I have to admit it was sometimes hard to pick the book up. I’m a fiction lover by nature and the whole thing seemed kind of intimidating and I guess I felt a hint of shallowness just realizing how much I care about my own personal style and the fashion philosophies of others. But I kept picking it up because there was a remarkable honesty to it and there was a feeling of wisdom that came from both the thoughts and feelings of all the women who fill these pages, but also from the editors who somehow made what could be an incredibly shallow subject deep.

Some of my favourite and most moving moments in the book came when I felt someone’s voice was particularly clear; a son interviewing his mother and subtly imposing his ideas onto her, an Isreali soldier giving fashion advice, a five year old discussing her very strong opinions on style, a woman talking about her deceased partner as though he had always, and would always be a part of her mind and heart. The pages were filled with remarkable insight, charm and passion that took me to many different places emotionally and made this book both a pleasure and sometimes a struggle to read.

It was also strange to see my own words in the mix. When I read them there, in context with the rest of the book they seemed to fit so perfectly, as though we had all written a giant poem together, as one mind with hundreds of different fingers. I didn’t remember writing those words in the first place and I felt a sense of fizzy detachment from them.  I was a ghost haunting myself.

Of course as I was reading I couldn’t help comparing my ideas and tastes to those of the contributors. I looked hard for people who might share my particular sense of style—love of bright, gaudy carnival colours and rainbows and tutus. I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find many who matched with my style but when I looked deeper I realized there were many people who shared my philosophy. The prevailing attitude I felt from the book is that clothing matters; as an inner expression, as a set of hopes or ideals, as something more than just the fabric we drape ourselves with to ward off the cold.

Clothing matters. Where we get it matters (as so heartbreakingly illustrated by the interviews with sweatshop workers). How we wear clothing matters. Who we are beneath the clothing matters. Clothing is an art form, a choice, a challenge and I was amazed to see all the ways the women in this book embraced that.

I was thrilled to be a part of this project and stunned by how beautiful, meaningful and thought-provoking the book turned out to be.

Congratulations to the creators/editors and the fabulously honest contributors for creating such a lovely work of art.

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