Ah, the flesh. For the last four weeks, it has been everywhere in fashionland: side-boob, under-boob, butt cheek, butt cleft, belly button, nipples, hip bones, upper ribs, the whole sweep of the back from skull through spine — a veritable bounty of body parts, unclad, cut out and otherwise on view for all to see on runways in New York, London, Milan and Paris. Barely covered by straps and wisps of lace, flying free beneath scrims of mesh and shredded denim; the deconstructed memory of undergarments gone rogue, coming this spring to a sidewalk near you.
When garments began to disappear a year ago, there was a lot of theorizing
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