In the cold.
Takashi Murakami X Louis Vuitton
Okay this happened way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way way back in 2002 but I feel like this collaboration is still so relevant because of Murakami’s lasting popularity in the fashion and art industry. Jesus, even his sculptures are ultra fashionable yet they are classified as art.
This collaboration blurs the lines between fashion and art and more importantly between what is perceived as high art and commercialism.
I just want to get off my chest that commercialism is probably not such a great thing for the reputations of many artists. I know for a fact that many artists are shunned from social circles about their work becoming too commercial, which is dreadful and unfortunate. The more commercial you are, the more successful you are. There is nothing worse than seeing somebody create one thing their whole entire life (and call themselves an artist) and then hate on those that are creating at such a high rate and making such an obvious change in the world.
And here are some of Murakami’s sculptures I am obsessing over.
Designer Diaries by AL.13
ATTENTION DOMENIC’S MINIONS!!
I have come to declare myself as your fortnightly relief from the Barlett-Roylance mania, and provide all of you with a bit of insight into the world in which I live.
You might ask, what makes this self-loving, dumb bitch on my screen so special? Well, to be completely honest, I’m not. (Well, maybe a little, but not to the extent where I’m about to have an Amanda Bynes meltdown yet.) I’m just a hardworking, slightly manic, fashion design student, squeezing 8 full days of tertiary education, internships and part time work into my weekly grind. Don’t ask me how that works, it just does.
After that little technical spiel, here’s a more effective, visual representation of who I am and what I do:
All garments above by AL.13 (My concept label)
Candid Illustration work + design process snaps.
So, now that you’ve formed some sort of judgment of me, you can do two things. Either check back in two weeks for my next post, with an update on how I’m doing in my little existential bubble, or return to shoveling ice cream into your little, fat face like that unpopular kid in high school that you once knew (which I once may or may not have been).
Next time, along with just random crap, I’ll regurgitate a few thoughts about model fittings that I’m having with my current major assessment. In short, here is 5 words to describe the brief: Vatican, tailoring, RED, ORANGE, PURPLE.
Here’s what I’m doing:
A little theatrical for my taste, but that’s just what the acclaimed Nicholas Huxley (head teacher of The Fashion Design Studio) wants.
OKAY THAT IS ALL. I’ll let you go back to your cute-dog-watching antics on YouTube. Eat (i.e. chew and then spit out) a few croissants for me along the way. Xx
PS. I found a picture of Julia Nobis wearing a dress I pattern-made for Christoper Esber during fashion week fittings. I’m not sure about you, but this will go into my fap folder for eternity.
