- It’s currently 3:57 a.m. as I write this—which means in my brief hiatus from this space, I have not successfully rid myself of insomniac habits. Once a restless, sleepless soul, always a a restless, sleepless soul. But seeing as it’s 3:57 in the morning on 7.7.17, all the lucky sevens are making me feeling pretty auspicious despite being awake. Better to write (albeit choppily, a la stream of consciousness) than to get sucked into a YouTube hole, during which I’ll inevitably drop my phone on my face, right?
- Last weekend, I went to see the American Ballet Theater’s production of “Whipped Cream,” which featured the work of Alexei Ratmansky, the artistic vision of Mark Ryden, and the inimitable Misty Copeland as Princess Praline. It was magical. Truly. When different art worlds and aesthetics combine, the final production always becomes larger-than-life. (In this case, literally.)
- After the ballet, we trekked over to the Met for the Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons exhibit on “The Art of the In-Between.” Half the time spent in the art museum was probably dedicated towards actually finding the exhibit; either our look of utter confusion/determination gave us away, or something about us just screamed “Here Once A Year for the Fashion Exhibit” because one of the security guards stopped to point us in the right direction sans hesitation or question, for that matter. And while part of me feels a little guilty for possibly seeming so shallow, I’ve chosen to take it as a compliment.
- Anyway, the CDG: It was smaller than previous exhibitions (which is why our visit amounted to all of 20 minutes) and definitely (obviously) more avant-garde than the 2011 Alexander McQueen exhibit. And though I pride myself in being open to all artistic perspectives, I’m the first to admit that the Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons aesthetic never quite spoke to me: I can grasp the (very surface level) of why she created the way she did, but I won’t pretend to understand the shroud-like, full-body pieces or fully appreciate the patchworked dresses. As a Fashion Plebeian (a.k.a. ‘Basic Bitch,’ my favorite collections happened to be the most wearable (photographed above). Forgive me. I’m not yet enlightened, but I can appreciate a good color palette and a strong silhouette.
- Realisation Par makes the best dresses. See one of them in action.
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