i did a quick visitation to Hedi Slimane's diary this morning, then saw some of his black and white photographs.
at first, i saw them as weirdos, naked, tattoos, cigarettes, inelegant, black and white, err.. it's more likely grey actually, no. other. colors. boring, such a thing against my tastes for specifically.
but i look further on them once again, and come up with speculation that his point might be about the imperfection itself. fashion and perhaps art are not only about colors, well and neat stuffs. fashion is one of human elements. it's close to us. and since no body's perfect so does fashion. maybe.
even though, i still seen fashion as things that (perhaps) covered our imperfection.
Love,
M.I
at first, i saw them as weirdos, naked, tattoos, cigarettes, inelegant, black and white, err.. it's more likely grey actually, no. other. colors. boring, such a thing against my tastes for specifically.
but i look further on them once again, and come up with speculation that his point might be about the imperfection itself. fashion and perhaps art are not only about colors, well and neat stuffs. fashion is one of human elements. it's close to us. and since no body's perfect so does fashion. maybe.
even though, i still seen fashion as things that (perhaps) covered our imperfection.
Love,
M.I
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