What is the difference between seeing something great,
It's a question that's been bothering me for a couple of weeks now - especially after spending the last month gazing longingly at runway looks - knowing full well that I'd never own the items I so desperately adored.
Even so, I've continued to watch these shows, not out of a sense of obligation - but because I actually like them. Seeing new creative ideas manifest themselves into material form, watching the runway designs, critiquing the hair styling, salivating over the shoes - it's an experience, and an enjoyable one at that.
Yet there's always a small sort of sadness - something I try to ignore, but can't ever fully shunt. It's a little nagging feeling that reminds me, time and time again, that I'll never fully experience the clothing.
No matter how many models I watch, bloggers I admire, or celebrities I stalk,
there will always be the latent yearning to wear the clothes myself - a yearning that will never be fulfilled.
So why is it there? Why aren't I satisfied with simply viewing the objects of my affection modeled on beautiful people?
Is there something scientific to the instant gratification that donning the apparel incites? Or is the satisfaction simply driven by the same sentiment that fuels my shopping addiction - the constant need for something new?
I'm inclined to say no, considering that oftentimes, I'm just as excited about an innovative pairing of old pieces as I am a spanking new purchase. Then again, I guess that's "new" in a sense too.
I found this quote in Cathy Horyn's review of the Dolce & Gabbana's 75 piece show at Milan Fashion Week particularly interesting:
"But the problem...was the sense of waste. How many of these garments will be produced? And if only a selection of the runway pieces winds up in stores, what are the many reviewers at the show or online really reviewing?
It seems I'm not the only one that struggles with treating fashion and artwork interchangeably.
I assume Ms. Horyn wouldn't have devalued a collection of Picasso paintings for failing to be made immediately available to the public for purchase.
I know I whine a lot about how "fashion is art" ...
but maybe it's not.
photos by sheeds