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Since Weller & Vivienne Westwood, we have seen a movement from Couture into bo-ho chic. Does the path lead us or are we led by the path? Our choices of clothing are led by the fashion high retail designers, or are we asking to wear what we’re wearing? It is ultimately a combination of years of tailoring into new modern form. And therefore, is the desirable available, or are we dictated by an underlying fashion of re-invention and research development. We see a lot of similar styled garments on our personal shopper agent lists, but we all know some of them have it, and the rest: too conservative for our liberal creative lives. Our sensitivity to addictions allow us to dress for our ever changing moods, in scarf and hat; we redeem our inner selves, and replace the tiredness of lethargy with a soulful expression invoking the spirit of Jesus. For a thousand and one in our clergy of similar thinkers.
Our original clothing loves of childhood seep through into our couture of an older person, and we find we are always harking back to the striped shorts and plain, blue T, white sandals, and holidays. Those choices of our parents are unbranded and timeless, apparent and not in finality, but we amalgamate to a favourite maker who is on our childhood tip, whether buttons or zips. Until we have found an affordable niche tailor, or unaffordable, but we will save, and buy it anyway, what the hell, we want to look the best, in our workwear and free time couture, one and the same. To mix the tailors desires we lose the essence of what they intended, so just stick to one. Vintage can go with new tastes, but those are based on memories. To be co-ordinated as a family, one really wants to buy from one tailor.
We can save ourselves with our one couture, it is an identity badge on our skin hiding all the perfections of a perfect body.
I remember falling in love with Folk, they are my tailor:
(Men’s/Women’s/Q. Can, we have children’s too please!)
Out of an age of rhythm: Fela Kuti, and into an age of symbology: Mondrian, what hangs around us, our necks, our accessories, and our trusty Loom Lanyard: not to lose those keys makes us forever indispensable practical people, a symbol of organisation.
Bespoke is classy.
#FOLK
We play with the aura, and ever change our sensitive addictions by our couture. Fortunately to get it right costs money, so we know if we take care of our garments, then they will last us a lifetime. The more expensive, the better the fit, and the better the comfort to feel at home in one’s heart in one’s robes. God is in the detail, and the better the couture, the better the sex. It is an identity we leave on our sleeve.
A colour can keep us co-ordinated, in your exorcised niche garments. We all know each-other’s layers, and how we walk with sass in them. Skin on skin is the ultimate couture of love making as one flesh. We sing and communicate through our skin. So protect it.
In the making of couture and the devolution of masculinity, into ultra-masculinity, there is a nature and natural way of complexity, in the continuum of time, from old patterns to the new re-invention of demean form by detail to re-frame the body as a virtue of its own youth. Architecture tends to show us simple form, yet it uses complex detailing, meaning fashion could be the only art that is purely doubly complex: form (pattern) and detail (how it goes together). Collaboration with artists will only add print to house style, but to add artistic detail to fashion could take a close collaboration of artist, architect, designer, and retailer.
Essentially, we must localise the world, to make the garment at the source of the material, and find fashion houses, exporting work from London. The shelter of a garment for the body has today now been reinvented in both form and detail, to satisfy our sensitive addictions, and to be more and more artistic. Maybe architecture in turn can learn from a good tailor: the most complex of all the arts to frame the human body.
We lead the fashion houses, by wearing them, and they know what we need, so it is collaborative, but without the mind of one designer, we cannot deny their genius that begins and never ends re-inventing the most perfect garment in time. God bless #FOLK.
It’s not what you look like, it’s what you know, and so, what you look like is a sure sign of what you know!
FP x
