I've used the word "artist" before, immodestly, so why not again, this time with regard to the transformation that clothes can bring about. I was hesitant to wear only a camisole underneath the jacket--wouldn't it be like deliberately letting one's slip show? Well, yes. Oh, yes. And I said, like Molly Bloom, yes and yes and yes. And was ready to reach for the doorknob behind me, boldly go forth, the word yes ringing in my mind, my very soul's affirmation. How like a work of art my body becomes!
