Asymmetrical…

I have a blog on fashion… After A Fashion… but, chuck it! Serendipity is much more akin to how I feel about the world, whether it’s my art, fashion, gardens, design, architecture… cooking!?!… you name it. And that might be? It’s all one Big Thing! However, I’ll save that for a later blog posting. Now…

what’s on with my idea of a dress these days? Dress? Yes. Dress. Long & short ones too. It’s Asymmetry… in pattern yet, constructed out of fabrics with different structures… flowing against rigid, maintaining a similar sense of transparency or, lack thereof; fabrics with different finishes & weights… silk velvet coupled with layers of gauze… but, one which can hold the other as roots hold a plant; fabrics with no color, but absolutely NOT stark black ‘n white. No! I was reared on the soft focus fashion photos of Look Magazines in 50s blacks ‘n whites wherein you could detect what the fabric’s web & weft might be. Can you tell in a photograph of today the difference between a cotton and a silk? Who cares? It’s not the point, right? And, if there were fashion photos in color, the tints & hues appeared to be sucked dry of nearly all life, and brilliance too. Fine with me. I think non-color is perennially fashionable.

What appeals most is a kind screwed kaftan slung over a column, one side of stiff satin and the other in full-flowing gazar around to the back of the dress and the stiff satin, come what may when the wearer walks. Hey? Isn’t that the fun of fashion?

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Fashion swipes again…

Fashion: Norell’s knitted flounced sheath with beige silk flowers embroidered with gold… Original Photograph: Louise Dahl-Wolfe Harper’s Bazaar 1949… from American Fashion, Fashion Institute of Technology 1975 by New York Times Books.

Fashion swipes…

When I decide to move to Italy, I sold most everything I owned. Clean slate. I did keep two books. One on fashion, the other on interiors, plus a back issue VOGUE from February 1976. On my first trip back to the States, I retrieved these, brought them back to Italy and have referred to them… always… for inspiration, nostalgia… well, for serendipity!

I pulled the fashion book out this afternoon and took some swipes. Sounds disrespectful. Not intended. But, I do believe a fleeting memory of an image bears more fruit, in the long run, than full face on. Oblique to direct. More interesting, no? I chose my favorites. The book… American Fashion edited by Sarah Tomerlin Lee for the Fashion Institute of Technology, a New York Times Book 1975… is a very focused selection of past greats… legends… of American fashion design. Who has ever heard of Adrian, McCardell, Mainbocher, Norell or Trigere… much less remember them? I have and do. These designers deserve to be… for always. Here is a medley…

This post is dedicated to My Friend, Frank.

 

 

 

 

 

But then, there was Yves…

When I was a kid, I never missed an episode of What’s My Line. A family event. I adored the elegance of the panel… tuxedos, black velvet gowns & pearls. And, I remember this brief performance of a shy young man who was becoming amazingly famous in fashion. Enjoy…