“art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.” // a.n. whitehead
chances are rather high that should you scan the archives of this never-ending blitz of words and hyperbole, the probability of finding more than a handful of patterned frocks and the like, would be rather slim.
on one hand, they positively thrill me.
like personally curated showrooms that exhibit your innermost confidences – putting on a pattern is akin to affixing a billboard to your spirit. it verily shouts – “look at me!” and people have no choice but to do it.
and that right there is the other hand.
i’d rather speak quietly, or better yet – pass you a note should i want a little bit of your attention. my billboards are closer in size and in tenor to the small rhodia notebook i carry in my bag – and that’s not because i’m not something you should look at, i’d just rather be heard, so to speak.
so instead – i’ll gaze adoringly on those who can carry off wearing a piece of art and command a view, in lieu of being one of those people who wax lyrical about them.
➝ source : flames & stars tunic dress via marco bologna
➝ source : geometric print foldover dress via zero + maria cornejo
➝ source : collage print dress via kenzo