Hello lovely readers and welcome to blog #44. I’ve just found out that Blogger (the good people who provide the software so I can bring this blog to you for free) have this thing called Blogs of Note. As far as I can tell, it’s a way of bringing attention to blogs that are, er, noteworthy in some positive way… like, say, they’re well-written or entertaining or possibly even useful. Something like that. I reckon this blog is worthy of note, don’t you? What note, I’m not sure – perhaps C-major?
For today’s post, brought to you by the number 18, because that’s the current temperature in Celsius here on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, I’d like to talk to you about Art. And no I’m not talking about Mr Garfunkel (the famous songwriting and singing partner to Paul Simon). Or the Broadway show (which I saw on Broadway in 1998 with my friend Tara. The curtains opened and there was Alan Alda sitting on a coffee table on the stage. It was such a buzzy moment!). No, I’m talking about art of a different sort entirely.
Fashion Art. So, when I say art, what I mean is art in the world of fashion. I’ve pondered before (remember blog #38? (well, who doesn’t?)) about where the fashions that we find in our stores come from. If The Devil Wears Prada can be relied upon as a credible source, then the catwalks of the world’s major fashion shows have a lot to do with it. Which downright astounded me.
I mean, how can something that starts as that (note picture above as Exhibit A) end up influencing what I wear to work if my job is being someone other than Lady GaGa? Or something I might wear out to the movies and dinner with my boyfriend, if I’m someone other than Lady GaGa? And even Lady GaGa may baulk at wearing what’s depicted in the above photo — she’d certainly get some interesting requests from people sitting behind her in the movie theatre, anyway.
This confused, confounded, perplexed and puzzled me so much. Just how was it possible to make the leap between catwalk creations of stupefying proportions, and what Ms Everyday uses to clothe herself?
What is the point of all this, the inner blue-blazer-wearing, feet-on-ground, sensible-practical-reliable, cost-appropriate-purchasing me, wondered? It was while I was reading this article, complete with photos of some of his creations (like the one above) that I had an epiphany. Which occurred in between alternating states of rising respect for the success McQueen achieved in an astoundingly competitive and cut-throat world and utter amazement that anyone could take his work seriously.
So when I look at the catwalk creations of designers like McQueen and try to make a connection to “real world” fashions, I can’t do it. The only way I can appreciate the output of people like McQueen is to view it as art. And that makes it OK that I don’t understand it. Art isn’t always supposed to be understood, right? And it sure isn’t meant to be worn picking up the kids from school. Right?
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