Oh my God. I
watched a documentary on Netflix about the Met Gala and there were tons of
shots of historical Chinese dresses and dresses by modern Western (elite)
designers inspired by Chinese culture — as seen through representation in
Western film. Oh my God.
The dresses and
the materials were extraordinary. But there was also “Andrew,” the curator of
the costume and fashion department at the Met. When we see a photo of him taken
at age seventeen, we hear him state his life’s passion at the time: to become
the head of the costume and fashion department at the Met.
If I had been
true to myself, I’d have become a costume designer.
When I was
finishing high school, I took steps to apply to Marimekko to become an intern
and Fortuny was an early idol, so the seeds of what I do today were planted
early. But I was so ashamed of being
gay; I could not comfortably pursue my passions.
Thank God I
have the time and resources with which to dabble in my passion now. Seeing that
film on Netflix has me raring to go again. Today, I am going to Dressew to see
if they have cheap mannequins and what kind of faux pearls they have.
I want to
embroider on paper. I want to smock paper. I want to do beadwork on paper. I
want to weave with it. And I want to make lace with it.
I love my idea
about a show with text — “with text” being the most important part. The text,
in my mind anyway, will tell people who see my show that I’m not pretending to
be an accomplished paper sculpture maker. The dresses are just objects. The
text — at least this is my hope/plan —will make you laugh, move you or make you
think and you’ll realize that the text is as important as the dress.
And if there’s
a play, too, so much the better — then the dresses are props.
I am relieved
to note that there’s not a molecule in my body that wants to wear any of my
creations.
Stills of the Met's China: Through the Looking Glass
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