“Fashion, Profe. As is customary, the major designers have contributed to the feast. And, as usual done quite well, except that their navigating has become a bit more complicated.’
“I guess you are referring to the almost absurd show of jewelry and peculiar hairdos.”
“I refer to the ladies bosoms. Woman’s frontal pieces have been since the day Eve gave her little baby its first breakfast a symbol of adoration, pleasure and wonder. The ethical presentation of such frontal treasures has been a constant revolution and a puzzling task for most females. From not having any cover to complex designs, structural combinations, suspecting forms and outright demonstrations, women’s clothes have adopted to the fashion and customs of their ages!”
The Professor smiled aware that I was entering a part of the article that demanded special diplomacy. “I am all eyes and ears. Please continue” he said.
“There is too much emphasis on ladies breasts in the design of their lovely dresses. There is no need, in my opinion, to try to show what does and does not exist. From flat perspectives to abrupt outlines, the designers try some unknown formula that applies equally to ladies with plenty of territory for the eye and others with limited profiles. In conclusion, there is no need to make such effort. It is difficult to appreciate the image when a piece of the design is lost or shows total inability to apply the proper lines to the proper structure.”
“I must agree with you, my friend. There was not one dress that treated the subject properly. Or they exaggerated with the least noticeable fronts or built a mountain out of another mountain. Or pair of mountains!”
He laughed and concluded;
“But do not worry about all this. According to some, our newly acquired Socialistic personality will make sure that the next Award Ceremony will force ladies to wear coveralls!”