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Fashion revolution...Reina de las Fabricas
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Some one once asked me why I thought it necessary to deep my hands into the thick depthless wells of fashion. Why I would read till I snap on the fields of literature and then derail to the tracks of an unimpressive and sinful world of fashion. 'My story is yet to be told', that was what and all I had to say. Fashion and photography are more than semis twins. Fashion is the bride and photography is the silent chief bridesmaid walking the bride down the aisle towards the man that is MAN. She is the silent indispensable magnet that creams the Cinderella story.
The dress in this picture is a story that has lived long in time and still sustains a voice. But the graphical representation by the warm touch of Photography tells the fairy tale as though it never existed. “When you photograph people in colour, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!” ― Ted Grant
Her bold prideful spine, careless arms and lustrous ruffles likened to the mysterious layers of the purple onions...the Bride of the moving clouds. She would be inappropriately dressed for the holy altar but that would be because she will wed no ordinary man. She is strong and bold, a delicate princess with a metallic heart that loves and wars, a protagonist of the mythical lands beyond thread and stitches. Her hairs falls in powerful adornment of her beauty,early authority and deep romance. Her hair, a wave of cascading waters of colourless majesty. She is a bride like no other, a woman of aged youth and fruitful territories. "A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.” ― Diane Arbus
You know the truth about her and yet you don't...lol I sound serious right? Well this is how I like to see the lifeless yet living soul of the creation of any rounded lens. PS, this is my story, every picture and dress does. What do you see? Tell your tale.
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.” ― Susan Sontag