What is the point of stylists giving their best and running against time to make a dress that will blow minds when it's only going to be used once, on the catwalk? What's up with these people who label themselves as "indie models"? Why the name of a brand matters more than the quality of a garment? Am I the only one that sees Cole Mohr has awful eyebrows and most of the time a stupid haircut?
Honestly, most of the time I don't understand that industry. In the small time I do, I compare it to the music business (which I know quite well for my age): not about what you know, but who you know. Don't get me wrong, most Design schools have high standards (considerably higher than they did ten or twenty years ago, anyway) but they are still not enough to take someone who just graduated from high school and turn that kid into a phoenix-like professional whose creation must die and reborn four times a year.
Just to clarify, the phoenix myth started because of a translation error. The same word for bird also meant "palm tree" and that tree has deep roots and will eventually regenerate if, despite being almost all consumed by flames, its roots remain intact. A bad translator such as those we see making a fine amount of money out of poor jobs mixed the tree and the bird up, and the myth was born. Not such a huge mistake, since there are plenty of people who lead their lives and ruin others based on fragments of bad translation found in religious books.
I think something like that happened to the word "designer", because "to design" no longer means "to create".
The best ideas a fashion designer has end up being seen only once or never being shown to public; instead, the ones that are just mere adaptations from what is already on the street are the ones that will be constantly remade at factories and released to the public. All of those outfits the designer and the assistants worked so hard to "make it work" were but an ephemeral dream of its developers. In the end, what reaches the stores is just more of the same only slightly rehashed, just like pop punk and similar stuff.
Unfortunately, the same curse applies to virtually all of "creative arts". Nothing new under the sun indeed.
Ya wanna go do your little turn on the catwalk eh? Do your little turn? On the catwalk? Eh?
ReplyDeleteLol I'm sorry I just kept thinking of family guy when I saw the word "catwalk" written.
Lol John.
ReplyDeleteI never knew that palm trees were real life Phoenixes. Now I want one!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, John; I cannot blame you because I too stopped writing at that point, unable to wave the thoughts of "I'm too sexy for my shirt" away.
ReplyDeleteAnd Rageman, those are some badarse trees indeed. From what I hear they don't take much to grow the first time either, so you may have your personal phoenix before you grow unreasonably old like you would if you decided to settle for another kind of tree.