THE BOSOM FESTIVAL

For several decades the Academy of Motion Pictures has served yearly its unique awards presentation of the Oscar statuettes to the best motion picture of the year and those who made it.  It has been a yearly offering that continues to focus the world‘s attention on those whose talent is recognized and rewarded.

In its early years it was a show that could not be missed. Movies were and still are an important component of modern life.  Except that modern life and the show’s producers have enlarged the ceremonies to the point that the rewards every year seem to include every one of those performing varied and necessary tasks like drivers, toilet paper coordinators, messengers, wardrobe assistants, security guards and the usual cadre of permanent hangers on.

“Aren’t you exaggerating a bit?” asked the professor who, looking over my shoulder read the above from my computer screen.

“Professor, take a look at some of those images of thirty years ago. The awards went to the writer, the movie, the director and the main stars. Nowadays prizes are given to everyone connected with the making of the movie and takes hours to do. It sort of takes something away from the importance of the event and detracts from the rightful pride and satisfaction of the winners!”

“I know that there is no intention on your part to detract from those who now have reached the ‘Oscar’ level, What is next in your special article?”

“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!”