Pandora

My most memorable night in Pandora started with Champagne at a secret party at the ugly Grande Arche de la Défense, and ended with a friend's broken collarbone... actually the night didn't end there, or with a trip to the hospital, though it probably should have.

Since then, I've always associated Pandora with bad behavior.

So, in Greek mythology, Pandora was the girl who couldn't be trusted to not open the box with all the terrible things in it.

I wonder if there is mythology fan fiction where Pandora and Eve get together and commiserate about being blamed for every evil, discomfort, tragedy and inconvenience that has befallen humanity.

Cherchez la femme!


Here is the thing I still don't understand about the Pandora myth: she slams the lid of the box down just in time to keep hope inside. Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing? And if we still have hope because it stayed in the box, what difference does it make if she opened the box at all?

This is a plot hole up there with a swan impregnating a woman.

Besides the maximalist print, which also evokes an Edenic garden — all the themes are tying together! —

Pandora speaks to me because of the contrast between the saucy height of the hemline

and the relative primness of the high neckline and long sleeves.

It's like a sartorial version of the mullet (business in front, party in the back) that actually works.

It's Friday night, let's go party!


All photos by Claire Loeb!