Anonymous American Makers Garter Belt ca. 1900 embroidered silk satin, lace, elastic and metal Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Anonymous French Makers Tippet and Muff ca. 1935 dyed monkey-fur lined with silk National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Iceberg (Milan) Pullover Sweater ca. 1995 wool-angora and rayon, with wool appliqués Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Anonymous American Makers Cloak ca. 1775-90 wool Art Museums of Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia |
Anonymous English Makers Evening Gown ca. 1795-1800 cotton muslin with gilt embroidery Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous English Makers Evening Gown ca. 1817 wool and silk gauze, embroidered Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Anonymous English Makers Afternoon Ensemble (mantle and skirt) ca. 1880-90 silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous English Makers Bustle-Crinoline ca. 1870-75 wool twill with metal hoops in channels Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous Japanese Makers Summer Kimono ca. 1900-1915 resist-dyed silk Art Institute of Chicago |
Hubert de Givenchy Cocktail Coat ca. 1962 silk satin Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
Anonymous Australian Makers Bodice ca. 1905 cotton and silk National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Anonymous English Makers Bodice 16th century linen embroidered with silk Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1780-90 block-printed and hand-painted cotton Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Jean Patou Evening Gown ca. 1923 silk National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Anonymous American Makers Summer Day Dress ca. 1868-72 roller-printed cotton Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Russell & Allen (London) Evening Cape ca. 1887 silk faille Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Telemachus' Dilemma
I can never decide
what to write on
my parents' tomb. I know
what he wants: he wants
beloved, which is
certainly to the point, particularly
if we count all
the women. But
that leaves my mother
out in the cold. She tells me
this doesn't matter to her
in the least; she prefers
to be represented by
her own achievement. It seems
tactless to remind them
that one does not
honor the dead by perpetuating
their vanities, their
projections of themselves.
My own taste dictates
accuracy without
garrulousness; they are
my parents, consequently
I see them together,
sometimes inclining to
husband and wife, other times
to opposing forces.
– Louise Glück (1996)