One Man, Five Designers

I am just getting round to posting about Guy Trebay’s interesting article in the NYT on January 8. You can access it here:

One Man, Five Designers

In it, in the service of “intensive” investigative reporting, he subjected himself to wearing 5 “outfits” (my term) by 5 very different designers over what appears to be a period of a few weeks. What results is, from what I gather, the psychological equivalent of whiplash, as he dons “notice me but not too much” Ralph Lauren togs that are intended to bespeak a quiet and very expensive elegance, and then goes to “11” by veering toward the pee-wee herman-esque ridiculousness of Duckie Brown and Thom Browne.

In his article, he talked about the phenomena that psychologists refer to as “enclothed cognition,” wherein, upon enveloping oneself in a certain bit of cloth, one can “become” a person who that person believes personifies a certain gestalt, or, to put it less pedantically, or more accessibly, ” Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak,” as Rachel Zoe says. Based on my own experience, I would paraphrase that to say, “style is a way to say who you want to be to others without having to speak.”

How many of us have purchased a perfect coat or shoes, expecting them to somehow transform our lives, get a better job, a raise, recognition. . .laid?

As I am building my brand and crafting pieces, this is something I am trying to bear in mind, and harness. When someone buys a piece of my art, what emotional triggers are driving the purchase? A memory of a particularly meaningful exhibition? A walk on the beach? A walk in the English Countryside with Isabella Blow on some bizarre “hunting” party?

Will he/she become bolder? More beautiful? More serene?

When they put my piece on, will they be transported? I certainly do hope so. . . .

more. . .

to come. . . .I hope

Hundertwasser!

huntertwasser

My daughter Francesca is studying the art of Austrian artist and architect Friedensreich Hundertwasser in school. I must admit that I had never heard of this amazing person before encountering her vibrant painting inspired by his work (above), and her enthusiastic articulation of his name—Hundertwasser!—always with an exclamation point—real, or implied.

Born jewish, he suffered under Nazism and joined the Hitler Youth as a subterfuge and means of staying alive. In later years he became a passionate advocate of individualism and bold, bright colors, and raged against the monotony of standardization and mechanization. Sounds like my kind of guy—a proto Wabi-Sabi. He was also an early environmentalist—into composting toilets—and developing mixed-use housing and encouraging “spontaneous” vegetation.

His architecture looks somewhat Gaudi-esque. I love the organic shapes and unrestrained colours. I think I have found a new inspiration.

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