Love, Loss and What I Wore: A trip down fashion memory lane
Last Sunday, I caught the second to the last showing of Love, Loss and What I Wore at RCBC Theater in Makati (the last time I was here, I got asked to be a guest speller for the musical "Spelling Bee". It was my first 15 seconds of fame on theater!). It is an off-broadway show written by sisters Nora Ephron (When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle) and Delia Ephron (The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants, Hanging Up) and features anecdotes and vignettes of women recalling certain moments in their lives with clothes or fashion accessories they wore.
The show was staged by CTE Productions and it was the first time to have an Asian premiere with an all Asian cast (so yes, it's a bit sad that it only ran for week). The Asian premiere cast included Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo, Cathy Azanza-Dy, Teresa Herrera, Bituin Escalante and Jay Valencia-Glorioso. It was directed by Michael Williams and Cathy Azanza-Dy.
After watching the show, I cannot help but feel bad for the guys who were there. I am uncertain if there ever exists a straight guy who can understand why for women clothing is never just utility. There is always something more that women ascribe to clothes, to shoes, to an accessory, to a purse and so on. Conversely, if a woman tries to shun fashion, again, there is that whole litany---or calvary, if I might add---of complaints and stories that go along with it. There are vignettes wittily segmented as "The Closet", "The Dressing Room" and "Black" with lines that are so familiar it sounds like I've said it one too many times as well! Lines such as, "I have nothing to wear!" or "Do I look 5 pounds heavier in this" or "Do you have this in black?" Or even funnier for me though I do not remember verbatim is, "I will never get why they think this and this color will be the next black. It will never be!" And something I have always thought of but never really said out loud which coincidentally was said in the show: I never really figured out sleeveless turtlenecks. Are you hot? Are you cold? Make up your mind!
When the focal narrator, Gingy, was narrating how she was skeptical that publishers would ever notice her fashion sketches and the stories they told, she shared that she thought it was too personal. However, it turns out, the publishers loved her storytelling because it strikes a common chord for all women. Other narrators then mentioned all these garment pieces, clothing items that held value to them. At this point, it was as if you have been watching television and it turns out it was your story all along. The narrator suddenly flipped the switch and said, okay, now it's your turn. Fourth wall of the theater has been broken and it really opened all these memories for me.
I started remembering my first running shoes and all the memories it contained: my first Fun run (Animo Run), my best 5K time (38 minutes in the Condura Fun Run '09. not bad for an amateur! haha), running during a rainshower (Earth Run '09), jogging dates and solitary reflective runs. All of them worth remembering. Of course, the list goes on and I won't drag you with everything else that I remembered.
But how about you? What's your favorite clothing piece and what memory does it hold?











