🔗: https://www.vogue.co.uk/article/gillian-anderson-fashion-viewpoint
Extract:
Over the years, I have come to understand that fashion is rarely just about clothes; it is a conversation between the self and the world. The clothes we choose tell who we are, who we want to be, what we believe. Clothes can be armour. They can be invitation. They can be rebellion.
In 1996 I was voted “Sexiest Woman in the World” by FHMreaders – a title that arrived with all the certainty of a cultural verdict. How “sexy” I felt inside – or indeed looked – when the accolade was announced is another story. There were phases, before and after Dana Scully became a phenomenon, when I dressed with the bravado of the young: skirts so short a thigh-length jacket covered the hem; low-slung trousers revealing a glimpse of thong. They were intended to provoke. I remember catching my father’s sideways glance in a Starbucks once and feeling the weight of his judgement and embarrassment. It was a feeling I knew well, but what I can’t recall is if I absorbed that familial shame and eventually, quietly adjusted my attire or whether I shrugged it off with characteristic rebelliousness. What I know for certain is that the shame was there since I was old enough to desire attention and I wore it like a made-to-measure sheath, despite my determination to dress with abandon, daring anyone to comment or indeed act on my provocation.