a strangely melancholic passage that touches my elemental view of the past
Originally posted on MOUSAI:
This blog has not seen an update in a long long time. I dare say, no one probably even checks for new work anymore. But as is often the case in life, from the shell of a seemingly empty skeleton, once again….surreptitiously creeps forth new life.
How and why is it, do you suppose, that so often in our human experience, we are given to wander the long since abandoned, but most nostalgically comforting, old streets of another life forgotten. In a moment of total despair, when the new path blurs into darkness before us, do we find our feet running to the door of a friend who passed in another decade…or our foreclosed elementary school, or grazing the hood of a model like our first car. Perhaps it’s the hope that we may recognize a version of ourselves, who knew her way ahead. Perhaps we hope, that that spirit…
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To celebrate Somerset House’s ‘Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore!’ exhibition, launched in partnership with the Isabella Blow Foundation and Central Saint Martins, SHOWstudio honours the extraordinary life and wardrobe of the late fashion editor with a multidisciplinary project featuring a fashion film, editorial images, interviews and essays that all offer a unique perspective on the brilliant Blow.