My latest exhibition trip was to Valentino: Master of Couture. With a
designer and subject matter of such prestige and talent, I had high
expectations of the show, especially to be gracing the rooms of Somerset
House- the hub of London Fashion Week.
Amidst the fumes of fabulously dressed older women fragranced by Chanel No. 5, I was reminded of my time spent in Milano, the
birthplace of Valentino. There is an unquestionable air of Italian
craftsmanship in all of his pieces; whether it may be a zebra print 60s
creation or an elegant little black dress, Italian refinement -like no other- is a
distinct quality affiliating every one of his pieces.
In
addition to number of letters, a video of Valentino and a fascinating
insight to the production of his creations, the 'catwalk' was
undoubtedly the key component of this exhibition. Over 100 of his pieces
lined the walls of the rather long and narrow space. It was displayed
in a very literal manner, with a small booklet offered with the numbers
of the pieces and physical description as you weave your way around the
crowds.
I do however feel that based of the title of the show
'Master of Couture' it would have been even more insightful to have more
details of the 'catwalk' section in the booklet- perhaps a
little more on the wearer of the dress, a quote or two or an image on
the mannequin. I really do appreciate something to take home and
treasure for many years to come.
This show would be of interest
to a diverse spectrum; unifying to witness one of the
most successful and accomplished couturiers in existence.
Whether it may
be inspiration or aspiration, the fashion industry is one which
continues to seduce, assembled by a provenance of desirable opposites-
both realistic and unrealistic, attainable and unattainable- proving
that dreams and visions will enchant our creativity and imagination for many years to come.
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