Art and Fashion, a love story for all of times?

Art is central to my life. It has been since I was in kindergarten and was doing crafts with the fall leaves. Fashion came into my life later.

I think it began from when I was in my early teens, sneaking into my cousins room and looking at her catwalk sketches. They were glamorous. My mother was not into fashion – she wore conservative clothes suitable work her university teaching career, but I can still smell the perfume she wore back then. It was comforting while adding a touch of glitter to her life.

I remember starting the competition with my younger sister on who drew that outfit better or which outfit better fit the description of “glamorous night out”. From then on the thought of fashion and art has been deeply interwoven for me.

But I would like to think that it’s not just me that feel that way. Art and fashion has been in a passionate dance since the very beginning. Fashion deeply in love with art even till this day.

The collaborative work of Yves Saint Laurent and Piet Mondrian Hermès design with their blocky grids of primary colours and geometrical designs represented a whole era of the century. The printed graphics, graffiti, pop art (Versace’s 1991 Pop Art Collection, anyone?) and even expressive phrases on t-shirts. For who can not appreciate someone with the T “She went out like a 40 watt lightbulb”. If we bring it back to the big names how about 2013 Alexandre McQueen’s collaboration with Damien Hurst, or even the colaboration between Yayoi Kusama and Louis Vuitton in 2012.

I just can’t imagine the buzz in the studio. *Dreamily stare off into space.*




Style – Comfort, Beauty, pain and pleasure or maybe all?

Fashion is all about presenting the best foot forward. Style is about that signature in your image that you can always find in your outfit. For this little bit how far would you go? Would it be comfort or the effort? Would you go for a little bit of pain for that extra special finish?

Throughout history people have tried everything for fashion and style, with layers of makeup, pinching of cheeks, to the breath stolen by the strict corsets. I think I’m one of those people that have romanticized fashion, of what it means.

“A little girl lying on her bed with her head rested on her hands watching her mother put on powder and spritz perfume, and walk out the door towards the dad on her delicate high heels and faux fur coat. ”

I think about how beautiful she looks while looking on, and now when I think back I see how confident and sexy she looked and can’t help but wonder whether that glam and glitter gave her pinches in her heels or would the chill have bit her high cheeks.  The beauty and comfort she exude comes from her scent and clothing is something I can almost feel, but as a fellow girl I can’t help but feel sympathy for her feet.

This might sounds conflicting but I feel as if style and fashion is something that is a signature to you and a little bit of pain is  worth it just to feel like yourself. Don’t misunderstand being at home, in your pajamas, your hair in a messy bun and your feet bare is incredibly sexy too, but I feel as if fashion and style identifies a person, and for that a little pain is worth it.