You might call this a tempest in a B-cup, but maybe you shouldn’t. Russian president Dmitry Medvedev was invited to the Élysée Palace, and the Sarkozys dressed for the occasion. It took about thirty seconds for everyone to note that there couldn’t possibly be room under Carla Bruni-Sarkozy’s form-fitting Roland Mouret gown for anything resembling a brassiere, which precipitated a minor scandal among the chattering classes.
Persuaded as I am that to show you (almost) everything without actually letting you see anything is not at all an unreasonable desideratum for women’s fashions, I tend to take Mme. Bruni-Sarkozy’s side; there will always be the tut-tutting, or something similar, from the Nipple Patrol, but I have a feeling that she was motivated more by “What a lovely dress!” than by “Let’s give everybody a look at the girls.” I mean, it’s not like she’s sporting cleavage or anything. And besides, as Hannah Betts notes in the Times, “in the brouhaha over Carla’s bralessness, no one has remarked that she doubtless also went knickerless.”
Meanwhile, on this side of the pond, I think it’s probably safe to say that you’ll never see Michelle Obama in one of these.