This is not really a book about fashion, and that is what makes it interesting. Anne Hollander writes about clothing as a way of seeing the body — and about nudity as something just as constructed, coded, and historical as dress itself. I liked it most when it made me notice how rarely we ever see a body “naturally.” We see it through fabric, through art, through taste, through shame, through desire, through whatever a culture has taught us to consider elegant, obscene, erotic, respectable, or ordinary. It is sharp, strange, occasionally dense, and sometimes very much a book of its time. But I enjoy books that make the obvious less obvious. This one does that beautifully. Not an easy read, not a cozy read, but a very satisfying one if you are interested in the politics of looking, the history of bodies, and the quiet fact that clothes never only cover us.