In the fall of 1994 I was in art school studying fashion. I took classes in draping and pattern making, figure drawing, flats and specs, costume design and history of fashion, just to name a few.
One day I mosied into class where my teacher had set up a television and VCR.
I remember exactly what I was wearing that day, as I do for every important event in my life; a Betsey Johnson flowered jump suit with belled legs, green clogs and a short bolero sweater that wrapped high around my waist. My hair was cut in that pixie way and it was platinum blonde. I once was quite the risk taker.
Galliano, Fall 1994 began to play.
It was the first time that I was spellbound by a show. My physical reaction was a mix of surprise, wonder and heart palpatating excitement. Tears welled up in my eyes, the emotion was pure joy.
Fashion as art; art as fashion.
This morning I logged onto the computer and learned that last night was the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Gala. I’m so out of the loop, I didn’t even see it coming.
The Met Gala is the fashion equivalent to The Oscars. The risk taking and beauty of the fashion choices leave me with bated breath like Galliano’s hoop skirts did that day in the second floor classroom on New Montgomery, downtown San Francisco.
Unlike the Oscars, the choices are not always safe. Personality is more appreciated as evident in Sarah Jessica Parker’s Valentino choice and Diane Kruger’s Purple Prada, Coco Rochas’ vintage jumpsuit and Alicia Keys’ harem tux.
My smile is wide this morning, my heart has skipped a few beats and the energy from the artistry has left me charged. I love fashion for it’s ability to do this to me.
What is art to you? Who are some of your favorite artists, in fashion or life?