One of the things I love about sci-fi is the things it gets wrong about the future. Nothing illuminates the past so well as reading the past's conception of the future.
Picture from Wondermark.com
For example: We have not annihilated the planet in an insane arms race with the godless Communists. That's a big one. It's way past the year 2000 and we're not living in space, nor do we have flying cars. The future is not made of mod white and red polymers with rounded edges as in 2001 (we got the cheap plastic everything, but without the style), nor is it a Roddenberryian utopia where nobody smokes or uses money (still smoking, and nobody has any money, which isn't the same thing). And, most importantly, we're not all wearing jumpsuits, though it is instructive to go to Target on a Saturday and count the people who aren't wearing the national uniform of jeans-and-whatever.
Usually the most jarring anachronisms are the throwaway ones, though. Last night I was reading Solaris (Lem is excellent for insomnia), which takes place in some undefined future where we're traveling all over the galaxy, and the protagonist notices someone's smallpox inoculation scar. Apparently visiting faraway planets ain't no thing, but eradicating smallpox? That'll never happen.
Bulletproof was inspired by a paragraph in William Gibson's Neuromancer, describing the freelance muscle, Molly:
She took off her black jacket; the fletcher hung beneath her arm in a black nylon shoulder rig. She wore a sleeveless gray pullover with plain steel zips across each shoulder. Bulletproof, Case decided, slopping coffee into a bright red mug.Remember when synthetics were going to solve all of our clothing problems? We understood that in the future, our clothes would be sleek, stylish, washable, and adapted to all conditions. Better living through chemistry! Technical fabrics and armor have certainly improved, but the average Jane is still slopping around in odor-absorbing, static-generating polyester that wouldn't stop a mosquito, never mind a bullet.
Bulletproof is knit with double-stranded Berroco Comfort DK, a very respectable acrylic/nylon blend. It will not, regrettably, protect you in case of gunfire. There is such a thing as Kevlar yarn (you can buy it on ebay!), but it's a weird petroleum jelly yellow, and I would guess it isn't any fun to knit with. (And, y'know, it's probably not actually bulletproof as a hand knit.) Comfort DK is soft and blocks surprisingly well. Suggested shades: black jeans, metallic-taste-in-your mouth gray, and the color of television tuned to a dead channel. (Which is also an anachronism, alas. My dead channels are black with a box that says "not authorized.")
The vest has twisted rib panels along the sides, for a body-conscious fit without increases or decreases. It is knit in the round to the armholes, then flat to the shoulders. The back shoulder straps wrap to the front and are angled off with short rows. Metal separating zippers finish it off. Why does a stretchy knit vest need zippers? The same reason everyone in The Matrix needed shiny leather pants. It's for strategic, um, hacking purposes. Yeah.
Bulletproof is on Ravelry here.
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Photos by Vivian Aubrey.
Thanks Alexandra! Why DID we get the cheap plastic without the style? I feel ripped off. The past's future was way cooler than the real future.