there was a booming above you

oh how i wish i had better words. how i wish i was more articulate and precise. how i wish i could properly translate why fashion is so important to me. to us. it is more than commercialism and consumption. so much more.

marchesa took my breath away. and then some. it moved me in a way that even i, queen-emo, wasn't prepared for. image 4 stopped me in my tracks. and image 7 started me crying before i knew what was happening. it was so sudden and so uncontrollable. actual crying. actual tears. not tragic gasping sobbing tears. just rolling. a full-body reaction to this picture. this dress. the socks that almost aren't at all. and i don't know what it is exactly. but i know that it has something to do with an intimate art - the connection between the body and the work and the fact that with fashion, the two cannot be separated.

i have always struggled with wanting painting to be more. i love painting, and it is how i want to communicate, but i can't get it to speak to me the way fashion and dance (ballet, particularly) do. maybe it is because i know too much about painting. about the way paintings work, structurally and so on... but i also think that one of the great flaws, for me, is that though i can represent bodies, i am not using them directly. the physicality of dance and fashion is undeniable. there is more than an image. there is something on your person. incredibly intimate. and then there is fantasy and an unimaginable beauty which is being realized and actualized.

like i said, i don't feel like i have the words to make sense of this. i wish i did. i hope you understand.

(note. after writing this, i read that the designers, karen craig and georgina chapman, drew their inspiration for the collection from a painting. huh.)

 {fall marchesa 2012, photos by filippo fior at gorunway.com by way of style.com}