Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Having grown up in a world of school uniforms, followed by a decade and a half of "careering" with horses, a dressy outfit consisted of wearing riding breeches and leather boots rather than jeans and muddy Wellies.
My fashion sense has barely progressed since then, as I am now in a construction-related business. I'm more worried about having enough pockets to hold tape measure and cell phone than in how to keep up with brown being the new black etc. My scarves are not artfully draped or knotted, they are to keep me from freezing in a half built house with no windows or doors.
A week ago I had never heard of Cristobal Balenciaga. A chance encounter with an interview on Talk Radio, as I drove from here to there, had me enthralled and wanting to learn more.
Now I can opine about how memorable the creations of this Couturier truly are. The early imprint of his Spanish beginnings show through in the echos of Toreador and Flamenco traditions. Known for his ability to structure a garment into a sculptural statement, Balenciaga well deserved the nickname "Picasso of Fashion".
It is impressive that Balenciaga refused to be interviewed; maintaining that his clothes should be sufficient to speak for themselves. They certainly spoke to me.
If you hear of the "Balenciaga and Spain" exhibit in a museum anywhere near you later this year, I highly recommend taking a tour.