He is an artist who is fully and always engaged in the act of seeing and wants to bring us all along for the ride. If you saw his shows at the Royal Academy and Bilbao in the last years, you'll know what I'm talking about. But this exhibit comprised many additional works.
Judging the reaction of the other visitors to this show, seeing (and mark-making which was one of the outstanding qualities of the work) are NOT out of fashion. Even in the old US of A. Cheers to that!
typical of some English people. Like Sir Paul Smith, Stella Tennant, and on his good days, Mr. Paradis. Who, like Sir Paul, was ALSO born into the fashion and textile tradition that is Nottingham, England. (Yes I do own a Nottingham lace tablecloth.)
I have to admit that I was surprised that these are the pieces that Paul Smith personally chose to represent him at the Design Museum. And not his safer, though beautifully put-together, men's suits with that trademark "POP" of color that is his bread and butter. On the other hand, these are a perfect amalgamation, a different expression (from the suits) of that utterly English passion for the exotic and the flamboyant, the whimsical, AND the muted, reserved, sort of straight-laced comportment that we think of them as having. That is to say, how scary is it that I could also imagine them being worn - without the slightest twinkle of an eye - by my Mother-in-Law? (Herself another Nottingham Beauty.)
Well. Shall we just call them: FRUMP-TASTIC! If only I could get away with being so verryyyy.....Paul Smith.
(using pictures I've been collecting over the year) that seem somehow so appropriate for what's going on inside my head.......
"A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS"
but none of which were taken by me, and which reflect only remotely what is going on in my external life.
When I say that this post is about "All the Wrong Reasons" it's because for a brief weekend in SF
life was delicious and sweet and lovely. And so is my backyard coming home.
Life is lazy and feels safe. But here in California we are living in the middle of a grand illusion. (As perhaps much of the whole world is.) For us, the problem is no rain. We drove home through thousands and thousands of miles of dry blonde hills the color of a lion's haunches.
This is terribly wrong in January. The hills should be green. So I am posting these pictures - FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. I should be out doing rain dances instead of enjoying life so very much.
Actually I went to the V&A to see the Pearls Exhibition.
Which was nice, but I had expected to have my heart stolen away by something transcendental.
Which the pearls weren't, quite. For me. (Possibly for you?)
I was wowed, instead by the fashion exhibit - which covered many eras.
And highlighted all that is handmade.
I say, put me in that time machine, take me back!
I don't need to be a princess, let me just dress her, or weave for her, or sweep up after. Anything to be able to touch, for a moment, the magic that envelops her! Oh yes indeed, my heart was stolen away.
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