Sometimes wandering around a good old repertoire of memories will make us rejoice and fulfill those maximum states in which we once were. I can assure to any other member of the human species that one of the most divine things one is able to do is to remember. Nevertheless, I am that kind of individual that believes that reality goes way beyond itself, recognizing and flourishing into imagination and dreams much deeper than the usual. I would say that's because of my faithful believe in the abstract and the oneiric, and also because, I do tend to fall deeply for anything that I can think of, making it, well… part of my reality. Unfortunately that doesn't happen in all subjects in my life (noticing nothing is absolute or total, for the "x" time in my life), but certainly it does for those topics I seem to be most infatuated by: love, sex, fear...
Giving a totally global and unwarily vain introductory paragraph to this post may not concern nor you and neither me. Ironically, everything in that set of words is in its right place, and I am so terribly joyous it is.
Talking about fashion, or at least how I like to call it when I feel so insecure due people's comprehension: the-art-form-you-just-don't-get or moving-fabric-made-sculpture-that-is-being-underrated-or-not-analyzed-because-of-"symbols"-and-the-stupid-human-nature. I am so thrilled to announce to those that are sensitive to fall in love with everything that surrounds your brains, the new Miu Miu spring/summer for 2012: equally fantastic as everything that made it possible or in other words: it's inspirational foundation. Which goes from Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring (which I have to say I am totally in love with in every way possible, considering it to be one of the most amazing, free and liberating pieces of music I've found as of lately) to the most outrageous Texan/western motifs (which I have considered in most occasions insensitive or just plain tacky), not to mention the obvious dark and witchy tones, which those who know me can clearly conclude are for sure of my appreciation.
I would say I am not surprised that I am shocked, since I never expect anything from a show crafted by Miuccia Prada, genius soul who I personally admire, completely sure that for the "right reasons" (we can be certain that this won't be the last the occasion that the word Prada is mentioned in this blog, since I dearly feel the need for more people to admire her for the "right reasons" or at least to just have a laugh at my views of a very well-known name of art, or for others off course, plain bullshit. Yes. That would be beyond lovely as well, since I love to devour other's point of view even if it doesn't match mine in any way.).
Back with our dearest collection, I feel that this time the feeling was different. I can notice an unusual vibe in this proposal. Not for the mismatched garments or the independent manner of this collection comparing it to the rest of the season. And not only Paris but... everywhere. Seems like maybe, this collection was a little “out of place” or perhaps, my eye has just changed, or maybe... Just maybe, my sensibility is noticing new "things".
That leaves me thinking, ¿Aren't we all dependent on what we imagine to be able to observe something? Anything? In other paradoxical words, aren't we depending constantly on a reproductive foundation to be able to produce? Now that I type my very certain set of inquiries, I can tell myself that it wasn't much about the collection itself, being this a special moment for all my experience as an observer, I can assure that. Noticing that as this kind of thing can happen with my most beloved fixations, it has also happened here for once. It wasn't about reality at all, but about what I imagined, and by saying this I am not questioning the excellence of the collection itself at all.
Reflecting one's opinion/vision over something one loves so dearly is grand when you get to a conclusion you get to hold on, getting to be so sensible and common. Maybe at the end of the day, human nature or whatever that even means isn't that much of stupid as I stated before, since the abundance of visions is what makes the universe in a little way so rich and constantly exciting. Maybe we haven't got to the point in which everything is in its right place, and maybe, I think, it will never have to be that way.
I guess the magnificence of the divine is always hidden behind those things that are less expected. Let us be thrilled by details.
All runway photos: vogue.it
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