Posts Tagged: Issey Miyake

Quintessence of Dust at Home On The Moon

“The moon? Of course, the moon! It is my homeland, the moon. ‘He is foreign; he is not like us. One night when the moon was full, he fell [to earth]. He dreams of impossible things,’ [they say]. But why

Quintessence of Dust at Home On The Moon

“The moon? Of course, the moon! It is my homeland, the moon. ‘He is foreign; he is not like us. One night when the moon was full, he fell [to earth]. He dreams of impossible things,’ [they say]. But why

Moon Walk

“Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you

Moon Walk

“Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you

Fluid Geometricity

What I found when I stepped into the shop was this duality of a dress: a neon number that was not garish, remarkable in its rigid three-dimesionality and yet somehow still fluid as it oozed on my frame like a bouncing tear-drop. The Drip Bounce tunic it is aptly christened, for obvious reasons: as much a box is as outside the box, it bounces with the gait like a slinky. The dress was a case study, as only Miyake knows how, in how colour binary elevates the visual impact of shape.

Fluid Geometricity

What I found when I stepped into the shop was this duality of a dress: a neon number that was not garish, remarkable in its rigid three-dimesionality and yet somehow still fluid as it oozed on my frame like a bouncing tear-drop. The Drip Bounce tunic it is aptly christened, for obvious reasons: as much a box is as outside the box, it bounces with the gait like a slinky. The dress was a case study, as only Miyake knows how, in how colour binary elevates the visual impact of shape.

Fukinsei: Behind Wabi-Sabi

A few weeks ago, I shared some thoughts on the Japanese aesthetic concept of Wabi-Sabi and how re-calibrating my perspective to practice Wabi-Sabi an ideal for living has not only brought more beauty into my life, but been essential to my survival. Now, producer Josh Gwynn and I share with you behind the scenes action from that shoot. The short film, Fukinsei, is a non-linear irregularity; an experiment in story telling both visual and narrative.What better way to share the tenets of an aesthetic concept that aspires to asymmetry and imperfection than by making a piece that is itself, well, quite Wabi-Sabi.

Fukinsei: Behind Wabi-Sabi

A few weeks ago, I shared some thoughts on the Japanese aesthetic concept of Wabi-Sabi and how re-calibrating my perspective to practice Wabi-Sabi an ideal for living has not only brought more beauty into my life, but been essential to my survival. Now, producer Josh Gwynn and I share with you behind the scenes action from that shoot. The short film, Fukinsei, is a non-linear irregularity; an experiment in story telling both visual and narrative.What better way to share the tenets of an aesthetic concept that aspires to asymmetry and imperfection than by making a piece that is itself, well, quite Wabi-Sabi.

Wabi-Sabi: As Is Fashion So Is Life

Pleats are made by folding, contorting as it were. They are sealed in through the application of immense heat. From compression, fabric is imbued with poetic buoyancy. It has been that sort of year for me indeed. I have been pressed through some intense situations and the mercury has risen from fierce heat of living.

Wabi-Sabi: As Is Fashion So Is Life

Pleats are made by folding, contorting as it were. They are sealed in through the application of immense heat. From compression, fabric is imbued with poetic buoyancy. It has been that sort of year for me indeed. I have been pressed through some intense situations and the mercury has risen from fierce heat of living.

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”