Me and my workmate were taking in the sites over lunch one day and he said: "If aliens came down today, they would think that breasts need exposure to direct sunlight." Summer is good, mainly for that reason. And with the CNE starting next week, I was getting a little down that they'd be going back into hibernation soon. But according to this article in the Toronto Star, fashion designers for once have got my back. The runway, instead of the leaner models and related styles, are being populated with more stacked girls like Lara Stone (though she's personally not my steez as her face is a little to icy for me).
More interesting about this article, is that, though breasts are at the center of my horizon, existentially speaking, ladies are often times more ambivalent towards them. Since clothes have more recently been made for women who look like Kate Moss, women bigger than Kate Moss kept shit under wraps. So this change in the fashion zeitgeist will directly influence their feelings towards them. In the words of Heidegger: "Fashion speaks breasts." Or something:
"There, alas, is the rub, so to speak: Breasts have always been objects of fascination for half the population, but we women have a more ambivalent relationship and have generally chosen to hide the headlights under a bushel. Fashion has been far friendlier to the Skinny French Girl, the Balenciaga Body, the Kate Moss-like sylph: a long and lean wraith on whom clothes look great."
Whatever, more clothes are going to be cleaveage-y, and girls with chests are going to be showing them off in the fall, too. I guess I'm going to watch out for moments like this.
Things are finally starting to go our way.