Fashion is about the politics of the body: who gets to reveal it, who gets to control it, and who gets to consume it. For three weeks every season, the press bus becomes a microcosm of that struggle.
These are spaces of extreme intimacy: shoulder-to-shoulder seating, sudden braking, dim lighting after dusk, and a hierarchy that silences the vulnerable. Freelancers fear that speaking up will cost them their next credential. Junior editors worry their powerful abuser is a friend of the brand’s PR director. boob press in bus groping- peperonity.com
The industry that celebrates body-conscious dressing must reckon with the spaces where that attire is used as an excuse for assault. Fashion is about the politics of the body:
As one veteran accessory editor put it: "I can style a bag to deflect a wandering hand. I can wear stompy boots. But I cannot dress my way out of a culture that excuses assault because the victim looked 'too fashionable.' The only thing that needs a redesign is the industry’s spine." Freelancers fear that speaking up will cost them
Let’s describe the scene. After a September show in Milan, the temperature is 85 degrees. A fashion editor is wearing a slip dress—silk, bias-cut, from a buzzy downtown label. A photo assistant is in a cropped jersey top and low-rise cargo pants, inspired by Miu Miu’s latest. A reviewer sports a liquid-leather maxi skirt. These are not invitations. They are professional uniforms suited to the climate and the calendar.