I don't think real beauty is obvious. I always think being interesting is beautiful. The obvious Balmain and Lanvin and Dior are great; no really Elbaz and Galliano are nothing short of design luminaries. But living in New York fabulous wears are everywhere, you really can see a homeless man with a wicked piece on--the juxtaposition is just delicious. So it's no surprise that I am completely obsessed with the turbans of India; that typically New York City cab drives wear. I love turbans, headdresses, hats, all sorts of head embellishments tickle my fancy. The Sunnis & Shiites turban in particular always reminds me of royalty -- a very chic crown. But it's not only Sunnis and Shiites that wear fabulous religious/cultural garments. The fellas at the Vatican are very stylish, did you know the Pope wears red Prada shoes? Gorgeous for God, sounds fantastic! Furthermore pastors & priests' robes, which are made of silks and satins in royal blues and deep purples are quite grand. But the monks of Tibet take the cake. Their garbs ruby reds and sensational citrines that make the eyes dance.
My eyes attract to things (and people) that are bold and fearless, ethnic prints and lavish embellishments. Fashion is used and abused by those who want to prove how important, rich, and fabulous they are. But what those people fail to realize is real style is conceived, in the everydayness of real life. Art imitates life.
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