The first non-training boulder holder I ever owned used to be a beige-colored complete protection Calvin Klein bra bought from T.J. Maxx via the lady who birthed me.
“Go try it on in the dressing room under a white t-shirt to make sure it matches your skin tone,” my mother recommended. “It should be completely invisible under the shirt.”
This directive signaled my legitimate advent to the foundations of dressed in bras, and extra particularly the foundations of dressed in bras underneath white shirts: Thou shalt now not make its presence recognized.
Over the years, as I elderly from first-time bra wearer to wizened teenager, the invisible bra mandate perked up my rebel-with-a-small-cause antenna (which temporarily transitioned to ramrod standing after I thought to be the equivalent fear-mongering round Visible Panty Lines). Why, pray inform, are undergarments — an adjunct extra common than the nostril in your face — meant to be stored “secret”? Furthermore, why is each different element of an outfit allowed to make a commentary? Does the utilitarian challenge of retaining up a chest strip bras of their doable to be sublime?
I feel now not.
Neither did Carrie Bradshaw, it appears.
Patron saint of the visual bra, Carrie (and Patricia Field via proxy) proved that the rest from straps peeking out of a sleeveless tank, to demi cups paired with sheer tops, to backless clothes punctuated via the daring horizontal slash of a hook-and-eye clasp may effectively marvel and enjoyment of the similar vein as any compelling proof of private taste.
Carrie’s loyalty to dressed in black bras underneath reasonably sheer white blouses is my favourite of her contributions to visual bra advocacy in pop culture. I’ve been mulling over what I to find so interesting about this actual aggregate and I feel it’s twofold: now not most effective does the punctuation of a black bra supplement and due to this fact emphasize the female delicacy of a reasonably sheer white shirt (a high quality I occur to search out spell binding), however it additionally conveys a little bit of intercourse attraction with out eclipsing what the entire outfit is making an attempt to mention.
I’ve loved this aesthetic commentary for some time now, however this previous yr is the primary by which I’ve truly leaned into it with abandon.
The extra I do, the extra I adore it. It’s somewhat humorous to confess that one thing so easy can carry me such a lot sartorial pleasure, however in some way perhaps that’s phase of its ordinary attract — planned and easy on the similar time.
What about you? Do you hush up your bras or give them a microphone? Mine were given ahold of one and so they’re asking loudly.
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