Yes, the infamous Marcel Duchamp, who also created ‘Nude Descending a Staircase’–my favorite painting if I had to name one. I was caught by surprise because I stumbled on both at the Philadelphia Museum of Art–one more reason to love Philly.
The reason this post features this particular piece of art is not because it will be astounding or talk about some sort of groundbreaking insight. Nope. The reason is Brides–specifically the brides (stripped bare!) on the reality show “Say Yes to the Dress.’
I am sure most of you are familiar or watch this show where brides come to a store with thousands of mostly white, beautiful, dresses. I am obsessed. Its on netflix and I can sit and watch it for HOURS and HOURS.
Am I an obsessed wedding person? I mean, at 31, am I a ticking time bomb that will start scrapbooking wedding details and prepping a dance list?!?! I don’t think so.
See- when I think about marriage I hope I am lucky to experience it someday but its not something I NEED for or would plan for like a Nutso. So it must be something else. I was in my 3rd hour of watching the show (episode 6) when I figured it out…
Each episode is basically like a ratpack romcom complete with fashion montage. In fact, each episode is like three of these movies smashed into 20 minutes! They erase all the stuff you don’t need: plot, dialogue, arcs, etc and keep the stuff you do: love, fashion. AND the fashion/love featured is the sugariest eye candy out there. They should just add sex and men and it would be great porn!
I love the bridal fashion. My inner dialogue: ‘You are buying THAT dress, for THAT price! What a dumbass. Ohmigod you’re budget is ONLY 5K (the show has severly fucked with my wedding dress price point)–you can’t get ANYTHING for that and you expect LACE!’
With regard to love– I hope that I love someone enough to marry someday and vice versa so, at times, I may get a tad jealous–not of the dude but that they found each other and are so blissfully happy. Its the same way I feel about Romcoms and Sweet Valley High novels. Man, they put me in a foul mood. Those perfect little twins with the fiat spyder and Todd. I may have a pretty good ‘Todd’ but I definitly don’t have a convertible, green eyes, or blond hair. Nor do I have a 5K (cheap!) wedding dress.
But the thing is, growing up, I realized I don’t want those things. I don’t want green eyes, blond hair, I want a man a bit more complicated than Todd–and I do not want to spend a house down payment on a frikin dress!
So I like to watch the sugar, without anger, envy.
But, of course, should Ellie Saab want to give me a dress I would not say no.