SF Rawk Critik Discusses Carrie Brownstein's Underwear

Don't worry, Kimberly, we obsess about her underthings as well.

Kimberly Chun from SF Bay Guardian:

Like the death-obsessed rider in Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," I can't help fixating – on the oddest bit of product placement to come down the pike since the yupscaling Marky Mark paraded his Calvins hither and yon while making his transition from bad-boy music to best-actor movies: Sleater-Kinney guitarist-vocalist Carrie Brownstein's exposed Victoria's Secret underwear band, in a widely distributed promo photo for Sleater-Kinney's new album, The Woods (Sub Pop). Front and center, it pokes out from her low-riding jeans like the unruly pubes in that Cat Power image by Richard Avedon.

I feel less of an urge to noodge her about tucking that waistband back into her low-riding jeans than I feel the need to wonder about the gaffe, unintentional or no. Didn't the band look carefully at these photos? Was this an intentional shout-out to Gisele's surfboard abs of commerciality, or a simple come-hither, sexy signifier? Or do they just not care, signaling we're-so-hot-we-don't-give-a-shit sloppiness? They're in good company when Bob Dylan catches crap for hawking women's skivs for the same brand, and American Apparel ads generate more watercooler shock and pshaw than pop-star wardrobe malfunctions.

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