As I feared before and shared the cold sweat of terror slowly pouring down my spine, I’m at it again: my latest fashero quest! And that is finding the line between fetish and the new fashion. Because, unless you’ve been living under a rock, you already know that fetish is the new trend.
I’m an amateur fashion (& more) critic in my own way and I speak with words of worrying naturalness and normality about the catwalk ways of many design gods, without thinking about the freebies and the first row invites. Laying eyes on the latest fashion pictorial highlighting Phylea shoes red-alarmed me on the spot. Nina Ricci’s heelless shoes marked the threshold where fetish ended and couture started. (the story continues right after the jump with more images! Click here for the gallery!)
Having a strong inner belief that all things art, fashion and style must spring from the same endless unspeakable beauty reservoir, I cannot bring myself to love the new fetish black drowning the fashion boat lately. Spotlighting what we were brought up with to be hidden and intimate, shouting the unspeakable in our very face isn’t enough to make a designated fashion good or a notable designer better, more appealing, more coveted and wearable. Daring, yes, mais how much is enough?
In our ever growing alarming need to shock more and further haven’t we spawned Lady Gaga? Don’t we love it when she calls us Little Monsters (she even ink-immortalized that appalling slogan on her Pantlessness skin just to make us remember where we’re standing on a scale from black to heaven)? Don’t we make pretty with thorns and ripped materials? The new zombie fashion calls for more. More body exposure, more trips, more toilet art, more hedgehog morphs transgressing into aesthetics.
I wish I could give these personal musings an historic time line and a graphic art situation of our current state of fetish art. Maybe some of you can help me pin down the facts and draw the new fashion war map. Because we’re at war, daaahlings! We’re the new tech geeks, sadly just marionettes in a staged evolution. We’re the fresh blood the zombie fashion was starving for! You thought bloggers were welcomed in fashion for nothing? No-no-no! It’s a mean, dark world out there on the catwalks of the world! And they will eat your very soul if you dare open wide your heart and mind to them! All that with just a handful of freebies and invites. Welcome to my Frizz fort! Let us hold hands and fight against the new fashzombiness! It’s a plan? (photos via 1, 2, 3, 4)