پنجشنبه 12 تیر 1393
The thing is, I do not wear dresses. It’s nothing personal—I’ve just always preferred pants. Even as a child, my aversion towards dresses had me tucking the floral frocks my mother made me wear into my tights because I despised the frilly hem (hello, multiple visits to the principal’s office for unwittingly flashing the whole playground). Now, as an adult, I wither into a corner at events that require me to wear the full formal getup—when invited to a wedding, I tend to pray for food poisoning.
So why am I wearing a dress as I type this? Has hell frozen over? Maybe, or it might just be the simple yet genius invention of the shirtdress: a garment imbued with the insouciance of your boyfriend’s button-down, only with more length, structure, and polish. It is a savior for last-minute dates, parties with indiscernible dress codes, and recently, professional meetings with rather weighted first impressions. I often jokingly credit the Rosie Assoulin floor-length white shirtdress with slightly ruffled slit that I wore to my Vogue interview—neither too dainty nor too delicate, with just enough "statement" to it—with getting me the job.
My love affair with the style is hardly unique. For proof of why the shirtdress is summer’s must-have staple, you need look no further than its seemingly one-size-fits-all, feminine-meets-tomboy charms: That gamine waif Audrey Hepburn was famous for her cinched-waist fifties version, while the voluptuous Sophia Loren seduced in a printed seventies take. On the runway, Raf Simons for Jil Sander reinterpreted the sterile white button-up as a sweeping unconventional wedding gown for spring 2012, while designers like Alexander Wang and Assoulin are constantly reviving the creation with hacked-off sleeves or neatly accented waist.
So, should shirking your button-ups or jeans for a slinky slip dress feels like a bridge too far, try a shirtdress on for size. Believe me, you’ll feel so confident you won’t even realize you’re not wearing pants.