Thursday, February 12, 2009

" darwin's birthday and the fashion world "

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it's darwin's birthday today, and no matter how you feel about that, you're probably not as fashionable as you thought you were. or maybe you were, and never saw the correlation between the theory of evolution and your personal style before.

tonight i remembered that in the eyes of the true fashion elite, i look like a caterer with a camera. i usually like to remain pseudo anonymous at my photo gigs. you know, to get nice shots of people in their element. candids, conversations as ease, laughter, interactivity in a "natural state of being."

now i wear black on black to most gigs, so as to not overpower the guests, and also to retain some semblance of formality. tonight at the museum, there was an opening party for and exhibit on the fashion design and pioneer known as Valentina. it is going to be a beautiful elegant scintillating exhibit replete with gorgeous dresses and beautiful designs as a start. and now you see how the very nature of the exhibit reflects on the sort of crown that was there tonight.

it's hard to think of yourself as having a particular style next to people who live and are immersed within the fashion world. this "real world" that they inhabit looks down from mt. vesuvius, from mt. everest, from mt. olympus of fashion, and scoffs at the mere thought that you could have possibly put that or those on today. it's rather telling of how much you have nothing in common with the real world, but more importantly sort of solidifies that you have no style at all, merely a wisp of an inkling of how even to cloth yourself properly. it was a time.

as an example, i asked a woman if i could take her photograph for the museum, and she asked me who i was working for. i replied "i'm working for the museum. this museum. for the opening of this exhibit." she replied with a defiant humph and said,"HAH!" then she slowly like a regal peacock in no hurry, plumage aglow and shining her shiny sheen, walked away with no hint of regret or remorse. i was too fascinated and amused to follow.

and even though i know it's merely clothing, and not merely clothing, to know that it's just a little part of fashion, and the whole entirety of fashion, means that as down as i was about being just another black on black person there, at least i had the pleasure of photographing some of the night's most prime examples of a world that i may not inhabit now, but could always engage and encounter with.

so in closing, it's never enough to know the theory of evolution, if you're not going to be well dressed enough to encounter the outcome of it. or is it enough the just have recognized that the evolutin of a certain slice of society has reach such a high level, that it's not even a viable option to comment or criticize? perhaps it's so far beyond even, that i cannot rightly tell if it's silly or fashion forward. i know i can tell you though, that whatever it is, it's amazing to behold in person and up close.

it's not a closed house, if you can find your way through the back door. come find me in the garden, i'll let you in.

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amazing and beautiful bonus shot:


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