The secrets of fashion
When the word "fashion" is pronounced, some begin to look around suspiciously. From somewhere, from a window forgotten by a helmet's mouth, from under a door where the hinges were weakened, it started to seem like a shot. Underneath the soles feel frivolous expresses, a silk vase, with odicolon dizziness.
The knight's head of austerity stings: gentlemen, he says, here is the current! Here haunts all kinds of light currents.
I'm not saying that when we hear the word "fashion" we have to cling to the tail of the peacock. But why so much prejudice on serious, severe people, frown on bearded people? Where did so much post-mortem and so much reversal? Where are so many complexes? Why is it noble to value the beauty of the mountain, but is it suspect to value the beauty of the cheek?
Why, if you think original, is a sign of personality, and if you get dressed is it a sign of modesty?
Of course, fashion is an industry, of course it is social psychology, of course, of fashion is history, of course, of fashion is the reflection of other arts.
Of course, the coat is not just a shelter, a leaf of beef, a sign of rank. But the coat is not only history, only psychology, only sociology, for me as an individual, my coat closed in a certain way, my Basque inclined on a certain eyebrow, my buckle clamped with a certain schepsis are mostly evidence that I am I, that I can be like you, but also other than you, that, passed over my shoulders, the blue has other flashes, as the shadow of this boron on this forehead belongs to me. This shadow is my chance that in the leap years, on a certain day at dusk, when the rays fall on my face in a certain inclination - to be richer than the British Museum.
So clothing is also a way to dream. We dress, of course, but we also dress. We got dressed to give the dream consistency. The needy were putting on their gold teeth not only because they were beautiful, but because these golden teeth - they represented a rematch, a way to shine in the wearer.
The virgins of the past decades wore steaming dresses of innocent color to mimic their purity, but also because the environment needed these signs of guidance. The aspiration for virginity is triggered by rose candy.
The dictators' aspiration was burdened by the voluptuousness of the uniform. The subjects were not sub-placed unless they took the shape of the vessel in which they were cast.
We also get dressed to make up. All the beings around us are adorned by us. The world shines, the world shines not only because of the sun, but also of the betel.
Here are some reflections on fashion, the fashion we have to think about, we adopt to our genre, our flair, our material conditions and "GOOD TASTE".
Dominique Ioana Lazar