« Literature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination and of the heart. » Salman Rushdie

I might not be the only one obsessed with tales. Whether they are moralistic or not, I could not care less. In fact, I am deeply more interested into their characters and the way they are described. Every detail (however petty that may be), every word has its importance. Colors, gestures, these are the elements that feed our mind and allow us to go further in our thought.
Besides, tales are also a tremendous source of inspiration when it comes to fashion. Who has never been inspired when reading The Steadfast tin soldier ? Well, no more blah blah blah. And let’s take a walk into a poetic and fashionable world.

(Viktor & Rolf, Fall/Winter 2005)

Once upon a time, there was a covetous queen who had no faith in humanity. On one gloomy November day, whereas the vultures were flying over her castle made of beads and bones, she decided to walk along the swamp. There was a thin muddy coat above water such that she could not see her reflection. « O, Hades ! Who is the fairest in the land ? », she said. An obnoxious silence took over what was left of her soul, consumed by perfidy.  A puny vulture suddenly broke this silent  litany with a poisoned arrow, « Pastel Rain ! » he shouted.
The queen’s eyes began to bleed like a fountain, soiling her futuristic and yet très royal, black and white ensemble. Her wrath unleashed the elements and the scrawny bird collapsed to the ground, struck by lightning.
| Ruffs perfectly symbolize her tragic side, she is blue-blooded, arrogant but frail nonetheless. The queen I imagined would undoubtedly wear a Gareth Pugh dress, like the one below. Black and white are so contradictory but go so well together, they are meant to show her tortured aspect |

The night fell down like a heavy velvet curtain at the end of a tragic act. Blinded by the reddish light of the moon and weary of noise, Pastel Rain decided to lie down under an oak tree. The peter pan collar of her pastel yellow coat prevented her from breathing properly. She tried to take it off, in vain. Words bumped into each other, her head was about to explode in a million pieces of light. The queen’s incantation was uncontrollably growing while the rain was harshly falling down. The ground became filth, spattering Pastel Rain’s dress with mud. Animals gathered around her, forming a royal furry funereal gown, the Grim Reaper was near. But then all of a sudden, something occured ; a ray of sunlight pierced the darkness. Was it heaven at the end of the road or the joyful end expected in a proper tale, no one will ever know.
| Pastel and ice-cream shades will be everywhere this spring. I chose the Louis Vuitton collection for its ingenuousness. The LV lady is fragile and strong, a bit naive, but lascivious at the same time. Pastels are deeply versatile and can be combined in numerous ways (cf. the pastel world of the town called ‘Suburbia’ in Edward Scissorhands) |