“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.

Photo by Byron Newman
Words by Andrew McMillan