Gravity and Gucci

Gravity, in many ways, is anti-art. You sculpt something; it sits there. You paint something; it’s stuck on the canvas. It doesn’t let these labors of expression swim freely through the air seeking out anyone who might need some inspiration. We take all these art-things and plant them in museums, homes, offices, and other miscellaneous places while we wait for people to pass through to come reap the benefits of their aesthetics.

Just last week I was in a cafe and a woman in her late 50’s walked through the door wearing deep turquoise from head to toe (much like that color in the middle pic below!). Belted trench, ankle length pants, five-inch heels, a floral scarf and hot pink lipstick. I don’t normally turn my head for women(ha)…but as soon as she walked in my head turned and I saw this fresh dash of energy.  I was instantly happier. She was a walking expression of the beautiful sunny day in one of the rainiest cities in America.

In my alternate reality, where I am a filthy rich superstar with a walk-in closet, I am wearing the Gucci 2013 spring collection.

It’s got groundhog-may-care explosions of color that avoid apologetically pastel and dismal neutrals, and instead uses hues that are shouting out a celebration of vitamin D! I love it because even though I can’t afford it (price points ranging 1500-7000 for ready-to-wear) I will have no trouble making it Portlandable. Let’s face it Portlanders– ain’t nobody gonna be walkin down the street in one of these beautiful getups:

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Columns of color are my absolute favorite thing in fashion. I love having an outfit that doesn’t apologize for being orderly and also eye-catching. I did a little e-hunting for info about this collection. Turns out Gucci designer Frida Giannini primarily designed these bold looks as daywear- making her evening collection a showing of mostly blacks and whites.  It was late 1960’s/70’s inspired with tunics and trousers, oversized ruffles, and complete with ornate beaded works of art that looked like fairytale jewels atop clean, bright blasts of color. Of the countless photos I’ve sifted through from this season’s trends, these floral-hued slaps in the face were the only things that woke me right up.

Notes for myself on what I’ve learned about my style:

– Memorability wins over details

– I love columns of color

– I identify with the balance of elegance and playfulness

– I’ve learned you can express yourself even if you are getting a bagel and coffee, and you just might brighten someone’s day

Gravity, in many ways, is anti-art. It binds our art to the earth’s surface. If we aren’t creating our own, we can’t expect to reap the benefits unless we find it. Whether it be nature’s art, like a flower, or human art, like a museum installation, it is unmoving.

Lucky for us, we have feet to seek out art and spread art, and it will continue to awaken our spirits.

But what if we let it defy gravity? What if we let it surround us?

I guess that means

fashion is art defying gravity.

And until I can send canvases floating down the streets of my neighborhood, I think I’ve found some new meaning in my morning routine…

…or lack-thereof  0:-)

My e-incubator

 

All sensory experience is not created equal. Life swirls around our little heads and we absorb what we can; what comes naturally. I’m inclined to believe its the sensations that make the largest impressions on us that tend to make us feel “alive” or engage us. Some are engaged through what’s heard; whether it be sweet melodies or igniting conversation. Some are adept in their ability to feel and touch in a way where their physical bodies are their greatest tool.  And some experience flavors in a way that has recreated the way we think about nourishing ourselves and tasting the earth’s richness.

As for me, my life is governed by what I interpret visually. It’s colors that speak to me, shapes that delight me, and visual textures that intrigue me.

So thank goodness for prescription eyewear, or I wouldn’t see a dern thang!

I’m starting a blog. Nay, I’m activating my e-incubator, dunking my brain in artistic marinade, and turning on my engine to warm up the dream machine. I love the fanciful ways of womanhood; a great mani, a voluptuous hair day, or a flash pair of heels. But it’s also no secret to anybody who knows me that I am dorky as they come. I am no stranger to talking yelling in accents until the voicemail cuts me off, laughing at my own punny jokes, and snapchatting my best friends photos of my face in the most distorted grimaces I can manage. Life is better goofy. And I’ve learned that being both of these things is just being Caroline.

What I’m lacking, and why am blogging, is inspiration.

In my visual world, I’ve grown affectionate towards clothing; ornate garments, tactfully structured pieces, and striking explosions of color. I aspire to create fashion. I want to harvest the fruits of my daydreams. I want to establish and enable expression through art. In order to be inspired, once must collect inspiration. Expect to see trends that excite me, thoughts that plague me, projects I’ve taken on, and anecdotes of my journey.  Expect short blogs, long blogs, pic blogs, vid blogs, fashion blogs, irrelevant blogs, angry blogs, elated blogs, no blogs, and, perhaps, whoa! blogs.  Expect candidness, puns, things that are funny, things I think that are funny and you don’t, and an honest reflection of a steep learning curve.

Essentially, I’m leaving my diary unlocked…. which sounds like a terrible idea now that I think about it.

Sometimes terrible ideas are the best ones.

Welcome to my blog.