Fashion entices and ensnares at all time high spirit especially during Fashion Weeks, season after season.
It’s an ephemeral display of magical grandeur in limbo of falsified truth and illusions...a desire to shake-off the ordinary......in a visualized make believe pomposity in less than an hour.
Fashion does extraordinary things to extraordinary people.
The allusion of beauty, the delusion of fame, the subtleties of taste and the vulgarities of excess. Talk about any fashion show today, and the sum total could turn up as a grand parody of models,designers and audience at the same time.
Do you have "invites" to the Fashion Week?
Fashion shows have become the top list in our calendar of make-believe. With some Dior, some Chanel, some McQueen... to some, it maybe just a social indulgence, to others, the arena of fashion is nothing less than a grand canvas on which you create magic, weave dreams, fly or fall. The mayhem of fashion shows, the media outcry, the silent scrutiny, our ultimate and utter need for beauty..,what can I say?
...And Front Row Who's Who!
Given the pandemonium about The Front Row power mongering that takes place show after show, it is quite evident that I do fancy the image of ourselves, seated on Row A, head over heels with the nonchalant divas, celebrities, fashionistas and wannabes.
However, at closer scrutiny, the asserted power seems well justified given that the front row assignees are probably the ones who have the money, buy the clothes, and are perhaps, social dilettantes who can set trends. In other words, they are the components and the automated style machines who give ovations and much needed applause...an ego booster generating avatars!!!
While art can have patrons that raked in millions in sales worldwide, it is nothing less than intellectual pomposity that stops us from calling bejewelled front row ladies, ‘patrons of some fancy designer’.......And what a conspirator the designer is!
The Front Row mania is a marketing master stroke. It is no other than the designer himself who understands with the precision of being a chief magician, who will impart his vision off the ramp. After all, when was fashion about mass acceptability?... In essence, it remains a phenomenon that trickles down to people from the echelon of style and power.
...so who cares who seats at second row,anyway!!!!!
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