August 25th – Forgive me for writing this, but
I’ve never really understood the fashion industry. You? Bet I’m in the minority
and have completely missed the point of it all, as this blurb will testify.
Thing is, I find it even more shallow and out of touch with
the real world than the pop music industry. Everything made has a limited
shelf-life as the season’s new creations overtake the last season’s must-haves
that are now so out of fashion that to wear them is to commit haute-couture
suicide. Only if you can keep them pristine for 50 years will they come back
into fashion again but by then, if you’re anything like me, you’ll probably be
the same size as a medium-fed elephant seal and probably move like one as well,
so that’ll diminish your ability to wear the latest 8-inch heeled Jimmy Choos;
so much for the
recirculation of clothing. Then there’s the actual clothing.
Now, I know it’s a catwalk exhibition that’s as much pure
theatre as a performance as Hamlet or
Road, but, here’s the thing. We know
the stage play is pretend; not intended to represent the real world except
through our own experience and understanding, through our own empathy with the
character on display; and how do the totally uninitiated know? ‘Cos the clue’s
in the title; stage play. With a fashion extravaganza we are lacking that
intellectual disclaimer that allows us, the one’s who struggle to understand it
in the first place, to lock on to the playground sensibility the spectacle
projects. As it is, we’re treated to costumes which beggar belief worn by
skeletal models that seem to have some difficulty in walking. I know on thing
for sure, if a prospective date of mine turned up in anything resembling those
outfits I’d suggest either;
a) a change of clothes,
b) a change of venue (to somewhere darker) or
c) a change of date.
OK, so the clothes worn at the various fashion house shows
are meant to be representative of the forthcoming fashions that will be
available in the high-street clothing outlets later in the year…so, why can’t
we see the models wearing those? I mean, are they going to be so shite as to
not deserve the time and trouble of the effete ones? After all, these fashions
are modelled on what the fashion houses say are the new colours, cuts,
accessories, whatever, so what’s so wrong with reflections of their own work?
OK, I’ll give you that the old, established houses (Chalayan, Gaultier, Largerfeld, Cardin, Clark, et al) have walked the live
coals of public ridicule and managed to keep relevant and now, but their
achievements are being cheapened by the roll-call of footballer’s wives,
soap-stars and general slebs who, it would seem, haven’t really arrived
until they’ve got their own fashion line, perfume or shoe chain; Debbie from Eastenders or Molly from Corrie simply
have to have it.
In an effort to continue the pedigree of fashion talent which
slebs are secretly endowed with (?) on this day in 2007, Lisa Origliasso
launched her Veronicas fashion line
in
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