Just because I’ve been quiet, it doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing anything… Au contraire! The last few weeks have been hectic but with my own laptop broken and not enough free time, pictures have been accumulating. As such, here’s a condensed picture post about events and things I did around London Fashion week! Better late than never, I suppose.
Ada Zanditon Couture Show at ME Hotel.
Did a lap around Somerset House, just for the sh*ts and giggles.
Walked around Battersea with Aminta from Aminta Online and Victoria from Style Marmalade, following and documenting their Walking Povera art project.
Coqui Coqui and Hacienda Montaecristo launch at Fenwick of Bond Street.
One of the things that always gets me in anything I look at is texture, especially if combined with colour. The Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition is a real feast for the eyes when it comes to both, but the texture kind of becomes even more important… because everything is handmade. Every bead is painstankingly hand sewn in place. No detail is left unfinished or left to chance. The detail is fantastic and it’s well worth spending a few hours admiring it as so seldom we get to see beautifully made clothes like this, in a Primark universe.
Jean Paul Gaultier is very well known for his lingerie-like outfits, structured silhouettes with corsets worn as outer wear. Everyone remembers Madonna’s cone bra, back in 1990, right? Some are simpler than others, where the structure and construction of the garment is accentuated and becomes the decoration in itself… others can be richly decorated and enbroidered. You can see them in many materials throughout JPG’s collections and it would appear to me that it’s something he always ends up going back to. I find these pieces fascinating, it’s all that I can say.
The other week I attended the exhibition Failure of the American Dream by Phil America, curated by friend and fellow blogger Victoria Villasana (AKA Syle Marmalade). Here’s a short description of the project, from Victoria’s blog:
“This pop-up exhibition was presented with video installations, where Phil America draws the audience into a dangerous month of living far below the poverty line, this time in San Jose’s The Jungle, America’s largest Tent City; In this piece, Phil lives each day with its residents and learns to defend himself in an autonomous society where its residents are surrounded with violence and despair on a daily basis the video was accompanied by a sculptural installation of his tent and belongings which Phil America relied on during a month inside Silicon Valley’s ‘jungle camp’ where hundreds of homeless live in tents, caves and tree huts.”
Sadly, too many live in these conditions in the world, not just in America. The problem here is that America is one of the richest countries in the world and yet there’s so much poverty that people choose to ignore or pretend it doesn’t exist. It isn’t just all Hollywood glamour and to me this is one of the scariest things about the US and one of the reasons I had decided I didn’t want to o live there with Mr D. How is it possible that so many people still resist access to medical care or even basic help is beyond me.
The people portrayed here are real, they’re not part of a movie set and it’s interesting how to me, the presence of the tent makes it somehow more real. More tangible. The projected images are not just a film. They are real people and that reality is brought forward by the presence of a material object that was part of it. Shocking. As it should be.
I’ve been meaning to edit and post these photos for weeks. The Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition at the Barbican Center was phenomenal but unfortunately it’ll be too late to go see it, as it closed a couple of weeks ago. My bad, should have posted these earlier. I took loads of photos and it was hard to pick the best ones or do collages as a lot often the beauty is in the details. Many of the outfits on display had a mention of how many hours it took ‘les petites mains’ to complete them. It was in some cases, mind blowing. For that reason I’ll post the photos over a few days, interspersed with other things so you don’t get fed up. I hope you enjoy the eye candy as much as I did anyway.