A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness …
Masses of people are secretly in love with the woman Chanel adorns in her millenary hats,gemstones, bijouterie and her curvaceous hourglass suites. Her sinuous manner inspires more than just admiration, she is a beauty that’s breathless and full of bliss.
She is one who epitomizes elegance as a way of lifestyle. Mannerism, Seduction, and Simplicity are never out of season. It’s especially delightful to see how Gabrielle Bonleur Chanel started out in this video,” Once Upon a Time” in 1909, at 160 Boulevard Malesherbes Paris. The House of Chanel has clothed many celebrities, of the many, Marchesa Luisa Casti leaves us with a powerful felt presence. Decades have passed, but she still remains a relevant fashion icon. she said, “I want to be a living work of art.” Certainly, Marchesa has set the scale up high for modern celebrities like Lady Gaga, Grace Jones, and if rocking shark teeth around your neck or camouflaging your body in snake skin sounds like a fashion statement, than you might just have what it takes to aspire to Marchesa Casti.
There’s something utterly transcendent about a woman who knows she holds a magnetic allure, and intoxicates us with her Chanel No.5 fragrance spritzed over her little black dress; such awareness turns on even the hardest harded of men into her admirers, and sedates the rest of us to have a lustful desire for her sorcerous appeal. Wo/man Chanel always leaves us inspired!
” Woman are the most perfect dolls to ever be dressed with delight and admiration.” Karl Lagerfeld
“The appreciation of beauty in art or nature is not only (for all its difficulties) the easiest available spiritual exercise; it is also a completely adequate entry into (and not just an analogy of) the good life, since it is the checking of selfishness in the interest of seeing the real.” John Debson
Guo Pei,fashion designer, eclipses fashion to a religious experience. The silhouettes are a celebration and expression of a Dionysian impulse-body’s expression of emotions, intuition, and ecstasy.
Pei’s steam punk theme is a modern interpretation of ideas based on history yet with evolutionary emphasis on culture. The essence of culture is magical, a shinning path to the divine. She is the mystical alchemist that links the microcosm with the macrocosm (the Universe) through genius work. The harmonic proportions directly communicated to our psyche can hold a power of transformation, as we see each design intrinsically enmeshed with (her) life/culture and art. There’s a ruthless self-revelation seen in her work that mirrors her nature. Effortlessly, we get carried to a private realm, and shown in full spectrum that the designs convey a deep personal message.
Seated at the edge of my seat,unfortunately behind my laptop not the event, I see each silhouette enlightening my senses in Mega Doses. Some dresses are covered fully in golden panels. The show not only represents an inspirational blend derived from Arabian tales, but from classical Chinese fairy tales and the West. The blue and white designs are reminiscent of Ming vases mingling with rich imagery of birds, Persian motifs, Rocco and baroque styles. Her couture collections are a blend of classic fantasy and grandiose cultural and historical themes. According to the New York Times, “She had trained a crew of 300 employers to specialize specifically in making her dresses” The dresses would take over 50,000 hours to embroider. And other dresses, contain 200,000 Swarovski crystals. Lady Gaga, singer and actress Zuying have been her clientele.
There’s an unmistakable beauty and sense of individuality; a common root that shows a balance of harmony within all the constructed elements playing in unison. Talk about an interplay between the Apollonian and Dionysian impulse!
“The finest clothing made is a person’s skin, but of course, society demands something more than this.” –Mark Twain
I walked into his private parlor, palpably arrayed with his aesthetic touches, history, and spiritual energy. It became clear that art is a window to his soul. I could sense it touched him profoundly. This aura aroused my curiosity for some form of spiritual enlightenment through him. I felt his affinity for the arts in a sensual way.
He gently leaned over and whispered softy, “I’ve wanted to tell you something.” He paused to align his breathing with his heartbeat. “You are a very beautiful woman.” He felt his blood rushing through his veins as the aroma of the musk fragrant that I had spritzed over my skin aroused him. He laid his provocative hands on my face and leaned toward the corners of my plump lips trailing feather light kisses. I wasn’t shocked by his intimacy. I held my breath as I felt his twirling tongue on my skin gently taking my flesh into his mouth. I felt joy from his explorative soft kisses and his fingertips pressing against my neck. He released the pressure of his fingertips and wrapped me closely in his arms. The feeling between us felt like we were in silent meditation.
“I have to go,” I said as I tried to hide my explosive outbursts of emotions from seeping. I swayed my hips provocatively as I walked away from his admiring stare. The morning air was heavy and warm. We could have easily been consumed with our faithless passion. “Maybe it’s something spiritual; there was something gloomy and peculiar about him today that was trying to revive from an innate state.” I immediately dismissed my thoughts, and became attentive to his stare admiring the contours of my womanly body. He blushed at my fallen hair pressing against the soft fabric of his cashmere red sweater. My eyes reflected a glowing hidden passion he longed to devour.
His eyes were still lit on me like bees on a radiant flower as he explored all the possibilities of regret for our intimate encounter, but his heart failed to resent me when it embraced the reflection of the fire glow in my eyes penetrating through his body. He reached and touched my hand while sending a telepathic wave of tremendous loneliness that we both knew we’d always feel because of our significant others. Slowly, I then slithered out of his red cashmere sweater,and stood up bold upright owning my own sensuality.