- published: 16 Oct 2012
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The stola was the traditional garment of Roman women, corresponding to the toga, or the pallium, that was worn by men.
Originally, women wore togas as well, but after the 2nd century BCE, the toga was worn exclusively by men, and women were expected to wear the stola. At that point in time, it was considered disgraceful for a woman to wear a toga; wearing the male garment was associated with prostitution and adultery.
Although the stola was a Roman garment, it was inspired by the clothing of ancient Greece. It was a staple of fashion in ancient Rome spanning from the early Roman Republic through the Roman Empire and Byzantine Empire into the first millennium. Probably the most noted image of the stola resides on the fact that it is the garment that the Statue of Liberty in New York City wears.
The stola was a long, pleated dress, worn over an undergarment called a tunic or tunica intima (the Roman version of a slip). The stola was generally sleeveless but versions of it did have short or long sleeves. These sleeves could belong to the stola itself or be a part of the tunic. The traditional sleeveless stola was fastened by clasps at the shoulder called fibulae. The stola was typically girt with ribbons, and typically had two belts. The first was worn just below the breasts creating a great amount of folds. The second and wider belt was worn around the waist.
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You know we miss this, but if you think
we'd like to do it all the time then...
YOU'D BE WRONG!
The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
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The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
I'm not in a band for the fucking stress.
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A bit of fun opening up opportunities.
If you look at it objectively,
it's only our egos that benefit from taking most of these.
The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
I'm not in a band for the fucking stress.
The compromises we make,
they get easier each time.
Until we don't know where we are