Wednesday, 27 November 2019

dreaming of spring in the dark season

I just cracked and bought all of the bulbs. It's impossible at this time of year, not to head into fever dreams of next spring's flowers, and opening boxes of promises of flowers, all crushed into the shape of bulbs, corms and tubers, but some days that isn't enough the lift the darkness of November evenings.

Enter the games of looking at catwalk shows full of flowers. This is Rodarte, 2018. Some sweet shots from backstage, and the full show.


This is Christian Dior Couture, 2003


Click through to view the whole gallery is highly recommended, as it is full of dramatic, ecstatic detail shots. And this:


Funeral flowers cascade over the brides in the Comme des garcons wedding collection from 2005, in gothly black white and incongruous rainbows:



The tinsel is a particularly fine touch; in one look not shown here, it forms a kinds of nest with giant pearlescent "eggs" nestling in the model's hair; alas, the high res photographs seem to be unreachable.

The Maison Margiela creepily faceless 2013 Fall Artisanal, with its blocked patterns and colours is bedecked with artificial flowers; some almost seem to crawl across the models' faces.


But my biggest, sunniest smile is reserved for Moschino's split personality spring-summer 2018 RTW punk-femme/flower fairy show, bonus points for hilarious items like dresses pretending to be made of petals, pretending to be a discarded bouquet and more.

 

But they all pale compared to Erykah Badu on the saffron carpet at Black Girls Rock this summer, with many more bold and brilliant looks through the link,


Not terribly practical for everyday wear, but maybe I could sew some artificial flowers to a bobble hat...

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