Today in America there is a revolutionary attitude 
expressed as much in our attire as in our patios and small cars. 
For a decade and more, women’s dress and hair styles have 
abandoned visual for iconic—or sculptural and tactual—stress. 
Like toreador pants and gaiter stockings, the beehive hairdo is 
also iconic and sensuously inclusive, rather than abstractly 
visual. In a word, the American woman for the first time 
presents herself as a person to be touched and handled, not 
just to be looked at. While the Russians are groping vaguely 
toward visual consumer values, North Americans are frolicking 
amidst newly discovered tactile, sculptural spaces in cars, 
clothes, and housing. For this reason, it is relatively easy for us 
now to recognize clothing as an extension of the skin. In the 
age of the bikini and of skin-diving, we begin to understand 
“the castle of our skin” as a space and world of its own. Gone 
are the thrills of strip-tease. Nudity could be naughty