I went to the “Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between” exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum yesterday. That’s a big, long title for a big exhibit of a larger than life fashion designer, and nothing I just wrote feels quite right. There doesn’t seem to be much pretension about Kawakubo.
“Personally, I don’t care about function at all… When I hear ‘where could you wear that?’ or ‘who would wear that?’ to me it’s just a sign that someone missed the point.”
Yet, most people would call Kawakubo avant garde, so how could she have such outsized influence on fashion in general? If you’ve bought a piece of clothing in the past 30 or 40 years, you’ve probably bought something inspired by a Rei Kawakubo.
Well there it is, the mysterious power of inspired design.
Looking at Kawakubo’s work can be disorienting, she makes shapes by incorporating empty space, both the materials and the space around them are integral to the work. Still, somehow one always sees the essence of the thing. Essentially, it’s a dress… This is art, isn’t it?
I Feel Bad About My
That’s my arm and, actually, I don’t feel bad about it. I’ve been feeling liberated, because in this sweltering summer heat, I’ve been wearing sleevless things and baring my arms. Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t love the way they look, but I don’t hate it either.
I don’t love they way they look, but I love them.
They’re all mine, so how crazy not to love them, and most of the time they don’t look that bad… Funny, the selection of the word bad. Yesterday I was reading something about “good foods” and “bad foods” and how unhealthy it is to categorize food that way. I’m thinking it’s the same way with bodies.
Kathleen O’ Reilly, Assistant Chief, ‘NYPD Patrol Borough Manhattan North.’ That’s all I’ve got on this one. A picture is worth a thousand words.