In this time of harsh economic and moral failure it seems artists try to lure us in a better world. Music seeks refuge in the 50s, movies rediscover superheroes and fashion… ah, fashion transports us in a better era.
More than ever, fashion turns into a fantasy realm, with fabulous creatures that don’t belong anywhere in an unemployment line or a discount store.
Leading the pack are Miuccia Prada and Marc Jacobs with their interpretation of Edwardian outfits and surreal hats.
But there are others, an entire pack of story tellers that wrap us in yards and yards of silk, velvet, brocade, cashmere, precious leathers, feathers, furs, sparkling sheer deceiving fairy dust…
Oh, and the jewels… More opulent and spectacular than ever to match such high fashion.
It’s like a luxury denial. The oversize replaced the tight, skinny and tiny. Generous coats, large pants, sheer flowing and billowing shirts. The tall boot replaced the bootie. Bags grew in size, gloves, hats, sunglasses, everything, from the everyday clothing to each and every accessory.
Like stage costumes – opulent, visible, loud, dramatic.
Now… what I DON’T get is who the fuck is buying more expensive clothing during recession?! I completely admire the endeavor. But to what end?
I mean… are we supposed to watch it simply as art and entertainment and carry on hunting for bargains? Most likely.
There’s an entire half of planet not affected by financial disaster. Arab countries soaked in oil, Asian markets filled with new and old money.
What we can learn from this amazing display is that sometimes is fine to dream. Nobody expects us to walk the streets in turn-of-the-century costumes and hats the size of my car. Just to allow ourselves an escape from mundane, bleak pessimism.
And yes, buy a hat. Listen to some jazz. Watch a superheroes movie. It can’t hurt.
Sometimes you should have champagne, though you’re on a soda budget. Fuck it, long live decadence!