
Katherine Hepburn |
I hold a picture in my mind of a very young Katherine Hepburn
wrapped in a solid and simple black coat with her hair parted
cleanly on the side and brushed down, flat and smooth, into
a curved bob. She wears no jewelry and her nails are short
and unpolished. Eyebrows arch in calm confidence while lips
shine with the same wild intensity as her ambition.
A true American beauty.
Style.com tells me that classic
American style is a coming trend for this summer and fall.
So I asked myself two questions: what is classic American
style and why do we keep returning to it?
Oh, I know what you'll tell me in response to the first question.
You'll run down a list that includes loafers, chinos, linen,
button downs, chambray, horizontal multi-colored stripes,
ballerina flats, low pony tails, polo shirts, small button
earrings, and then you'll remind me that classic American
style is the preppy look of the eighties.
But isn't there more to it than that? I think so
which
brings us to the second question. But if you'll allow me first
to digress
In 1855, Walt Whitman published the first edition of Leaves
of Grass. The first poem "Song of Myself" begins,
"I celebrate myself" and later commands, "You
shall no longer take things at second or third hand
nor
look through the eyes of the dead
nor feed on the specters
in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take
things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them
from yourself."
This command to develop a strong sense of self-identity and
to remain fiercely loyal to that sense runs deeply throughout
the American ethos. The nineteenth century, we remember, also
brought us Emerson, Thoreau, and Dickenson, all encouraging
us to think independently, to be truly and completely ourselves.
I think herein lies our obsession with an American beauty,
an American style. Once we try on British rocker, Parisian
glamour, Italian cool, we are able more distinctly to define
ourselves and thus return to push our roots ever more deeply
into American soil.
American style is not as easy as donning chinos, a chambray
shirt, and loafers; rather, it involves adopting a style that
is completely and uniquely our own, a style that shows the
world that we are comfortable with who and what we are.
My mind returns again and again to that photograph of Katherine
Hepburn not because of what she is wearing or what she is
not. My mind returns to that photograph of Katherine Hepburn
because of who she is. I see passion, confidence, ambition,
talent, intelligence in those eyes. She knows who she is,
where she is from, and where she is going. And, above all,
she exudes an ununwavering sense of identity.
That, my friends, is American beauty.
May 2001
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