I started with: “Those who can’t do, teach” –Woody Allen
He followed with: “Those who say, do not know. Those who know, do not say.” –Lao Tze
I replied with my own statement: “Those who will, reach; those who hesitate, falter.”
While this blog is fashion focused, my life is otherwise Art focused; and whether you have paid attention, or not, I approach it as an artist, and from an artistic point of view. That is why one day I may throne someone, say Karl Lagerfeld, and the next day dethrone them. Because I judge them, not so much on their life accomplishment, but on specific statement, action, or work. The way I view it, a single line or sensation, can ruin a painting, and in my nature I'm responsible to judge each line and sensation.
And while this place is but an escape for me, I once in a while try to slide over, to you, the gems I come across in my personal study of Art (not the corruption taking place in schools and basels, these days). I do this when I see it might benefit, or apply to your fashion steps.
Now, having completed Old Masters & Young Geniuses, I decided to re-read Life With Picasso, by Francoise Gilot; who at 22 moved in with Picasso, who himself was then in his early 60’s. Throughout the book she brings us some wonderful conversation, and quotes by the artist. The below of which I read this morning, in followup to her asking what caused painting to go off the the rails. Picasso replied with the following:
“You have to go all the way all the way back to the Greeks and the Egyptians. Today we are in the unfortunate position of having no order or canon whereby all artistic productions is submitted to rules. They—the Greeks, the Romans, the Egyptians—did. Their canon was inescapable because beauty, so-called, was, by definition, contained in those rules. But as soon as art had lost all link with tradition, and the kind of liberation that came in with Impressionism permitted every painter to do what he wanted to do, painting was finished. When they decided it was the painter’s sensation and emotions that mattered, and every man could recreate painting as he understood it from any basis whatever, then there was no more painting; there were only individuals. Sculpture died the same death..
“Beginning with van Gogh, however great we may be, we are all, in a measure, autodidacts ([meaning: a self taught person])—you might almost say primitive painters. Painters no longer live within a tradition and so each one of us must recreate an entire language. Every painter of our times is fully authorized to recreate that language from A to Z. no criterion can be applied to him a priori, since we don’t believe in rigid standards any longer. In a certain sense, that’s a liberation but at the same time it’s an enormous limitation, because when the individuality of the artist begins to express itself, what the artist gains in the way of liberty he loses in the way of order, and when you’re no longer able to attach yourself to an order, basically that’s very bad.
“…And the individual adventure always goes back to the one which is the archetype of our times: that is, van Gogh’s—an essentially solitary and tragic adventure.” –Picasso

















































































































