He may not top the list of people, living or dead, you’d like to see in tighty whities, but Andy Warhol has now undeniably left his mark on underwear. Gross puns aside, I’m referring to the latest collaboration between Calvin Klein and the Andy Warhol Foundation, a capsule collection of under garments inspired by, and named after, the late artist’s film Kiss of 1963.
It seems a flirtatious Pop marriage. Warhol is all but synonymous with a soup can these days and the mention of Calvin Klein easily brings billboards to mind, of the kind at home in Times Square and Piccadilly Circus, plastered with chiseled torsos and scant patches of pristine cotton. Both partners have always been provocative; it’s a tad hard to peddle knickers if you’re not, and Warhol’s film, featuring twelve couples, including biracial and gay couples, necking away for three and a half minutes each purposefully broke broadcasting regulations of the era that forbid displays of smooching longer than three seconds.
Today, the screenprinted line of tees, tanks, sports bras, briefs and boxer briefs bears a timely and relevant message best kept close: that love is, after all, love, no matter its colour or who its participants might be.