Monday, February 19, 2007

Wabi-Sabi

What can a person learn from fashion? Art? Music?

In my ultimate attempt to proof my ineptness to succeed, I've gotten some ideas in my head. I've not gotten down to action and but it continues to fester amongst my thoughts.

In a sense, the final puzzle piece seems to be in place. An amalgamation of Fashion+Art+Music.

An A.P.C. store would have gotten down on two aspects. Fashion + Music. Besides selling trend-defying wearables, they sell music compilations as well. Then you get the P.Diddy aka Sean "Puffy" Combs with his Sean John line and Gwen Stefani and her L-A-M-B (love, angel music baby) line...More examples of this combination.

Hermes, with their boutique store in Orchard dedicating the entire third floor as exhibition space for visual arts is an example of a fashion house embracing the arts. Fashion portraiture is an excellent reason of why Fashion + Art is forever intertwined. Fashion shows provide a platform for Fashion + Music to merge, with music providing an alternate dimension with which to bring out the essence of a collection.

Peter Saville (link to site showcasing almost all his sleeve designs) and Anton Corbijn are two focal points where Music + Art meets. What Peter Saville did for New Order and Joy Division is the stuff of legends. At it since 1970s. Anton Corbijn and his rock and roll photography is amazingly austere yet filled with enough details to tell tales.

So how should we get these three individuals, Fashion+Art+Music, with great propensity to merge to come together in a single entity without having any one of them outshine the other? A ménage à trois that does not degenerate into a skin flick. Or a tale of Jacob, Rachel and Leah (bible people don't take this to heart - because Jacob actually had two more wives, Bilhah and Zilpah, the formers' handmaids and a dozen offsprings).

I'm drawing inspiration from the concept of wabi-sabi. It is this Japanese approach to life. From wikipedia: a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centred on the acceptance of transience.

Nothing lasts. Nothing is complete. Nothing is perfect.
Impermanent. Incomplete. Imperfect.


The Chinese translation is 无常. And Faye Wong has a song with that title:

夜风微凉 树摇月晃 雪儿在飞

我在想 水流 花儿香 一片夜色放心上

喜中带忧 暗中有光 怎么度 怎么量

田野 山岗 美丽之下的凄凉

无 常

你看那山色湖光 你看那蓝天白杨 看不到一丝渺茫

你再看蓝天碧浪 你再看晚霞曙光

禁不住匆匆忙忙 把希望留给失望

I can't really translate that well...so I shan't even bother. But if you understand Chinese, you'd know that there is this poignant feeling in the lyrics despite all the beauty that surrounds the singer.

It's not the inability to appreciate the little things but rather, it's the thoroughness in understanding that leaves us inapt.

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