Yesterday, I sort-of lied. I will be visiting Paris from time to time while I'm in France. Having a Parisian friend or two helps for this sort of thing (merci d'avance, ML!).
The lovely thing about being so close to such a big, real city is that there is always something going on. For years, I've been reading information and articles about the multitude of fascinating cultural events - exhibitions, talks, performances - that big, real cities are simply bubbling over with. For years, I've been sighing away all the interesting spectacles I've been missing in places like New York and Paris.
Now, a word of clarification is in order. I'm not one of those people who is always going and doing. I'm generally not terribly fond of crowds, and I don't like a lot of noise. But every once in a while, an event comes along that makes me wince at the idea of missing it: something such as, oh, the Big Bambù installation at the MET, or Marilyn Monroe at the Musée Maillol (which, in fact, I did see; but only because I had the good fortune of being in Paris at the time).
So all this to say, I can't wait to see Hussein Chalayan's fashion designs at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs. I first read about this in some French magazine that I was perusing while awaiting a facial at my friend Debbie's spa last week (yes, the facial was great; message me if you'd like more info about the spa). Chalayan's design concepts pique my interest for multiple reasons. Of course, a quick glance at the photos is enough to make me want to go. Then, the narratives he is said to give for each design, and their connections to his cultural and geographical backgrounds, are equally intriguing. But the Times article that I've linked to here also describes the conceptualization process: "Yet the most fascinating exhibit is not the rotating figure in a high-tech glass observation box but Mr. Chalayan’s intense sketches, tracing the journey inside his head as he creates his clothes." Aha! I'm so there. Oh, and ML, you're coming too.
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