There's something about the warmth of summer that makes me want to embrace an imaginary life in the world of Almodóvar or Fellini, full of women sun-kissed décolletage and curves designed to be hugged by a pencil skirt. They walk to the rhythm of the nature. Femininity in dressing has always been something I have to work at. I'm much more inclined toward the androgynous. There's a bit of a drag performance in my wearing anything remotely form-fitting or conventionally ladylike. I think because I don't have a particularly womanly figure, I've approached dressing myself as one would approach clothing a stick figure - a square here, a triangle there, a couple of rectangles here. I'm attracted to shapes that seem somehow transgressive to the body form. But every once in a while, I pretend I can bend gravity with the sway of my hips.