“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses” by Virginia Woolf
Our bodies, in whatever shape, size or health they come in, are how we interact with the world; not just when we meet or pass or love other people, but we have a physical reaction to being in a certain space, seeing a certain piece of art, reading a certain book.
Everyone dislikes some aspect of their bodies, feels insecure about a part of it, some more than others. When we meet someone else, when we go to bed with someone else, we are offering ourselves (and by extension our bodies) and saying ‘this is what I have, I’m offering it to you in the hopes it will be enough, for tonight, or maybe for a lifetime’. I often just sit in a cafe or on a train, people watching, and thinking really how beautiful everyone is, though few people might think that of themselves.
Our bodies are so much a microcosm of what we’ve become as a species; frail, insecure, powerful, strong, petty, jealous, weak, lusting. Human bodies. Bodies of work. Bodies of water. Bodies of architecture. Enjoy this body of art and fashion presented here, spend time with it, treat it kindly, take it out for a walk with you.