FOLLOW THE FASHION
To a world of evolutionary fashion, I
held my hands open
With a sighting and time compass.
Closing one's eyes, speak'st I of
Which took one into a world from the
Inside a canvas of Nattier, danced I
with La Camargo
Being led by Marie-Madeleine Guimard.
Wearing our romantic tutus, for an
Of ballet fanning with a group of playing cards
Zephyrs formed phalanges twisting and twirling,
Before doing the arabesque penchee in
the Archduchess's yard.
Before Marie Antoinette, beneath the
fluffy cumuli with her 'robe a la polonaise'
As an enchantress,
Into an atmosphere of haute couture in
Versailles' royal glamour,
Hoopskirts and whalebone corsets,
Heights of fantasy in a setting of
aristocracy doing a battement developpe
As in a painting from Degas.
Thrusting Rosa Canina and Rosa
While wearing an empire silhouette as
a Nee-classic actress,
Alluring Mr. and Mrs. William Hallett
along with Madame de Pompadour
Robed in her embroidered gown.
Changing one's pace into the Belle
Epoque in Paris
greeting ladies with elaborate parasols curtseying down;
Sweet Stradivarius sounds came in a
scene of enlightenment and Romanticism,
dripped' with lace to polished prettiness.
Pirouetting before the harem girls
draped in flowing pantaloons
and turbans with vivid colours in the shadowy mist.
Spinning with the compass with my
In Japan we appear before powder-faced
geishas in exotic kimono.
And so I meet the men dressed in Hakamas,
Getas and textured fabrics holding
datejimes standing in a row.
Holding Aubrieta deltoidea intimately
with Jeanne Paquin in Buenos Aires, Madrid and london
Admiring the fashions of pastel and tailored day dresses,
Inhaling the air with shimmers of
light and fun;
Of great Significance, we met Jacques
In a galaxy of mils and lace ruffles-
the colour of faded flowers.
Sipping cups ot Thes des Poetes
Solitaires' from Mariage freres,
While discussing fashion philosophy
with the ancient master of fashion design.
Speaking words so kind, in the sublime glamour of the night with intentions so
Under the moonshine, the compass
pointed to Venice to the couture house of Mariano Fortuny
And swinging one's anns so passionately, spiraling in a tea gown pleated
Hammering one's fists to classical repertoire from a group of Russians playing
staring at the aqueous reflections of the Venetian lagoon,
in the gannent that Marie Anne de
Cupis de Camargo wore
Gown of finest silk- the Elements of
Mexican cochineal, indigo from the Far East and Breton straw
A cheerful dance of Charleston and
Meeting the Golden age of fashion in the 1920'S,
Situated in a party of dresses with
long trains to above the knee pinafores as hibiscus keys.
What zing in the compass wheeling uncontrollably and vibrancy in our
Feather boas, embroidery, cloche hats, flapper styles and showy accessories.
a room with a Steinway piano playing itself, •
There stood Gabrielle Bonheur adorned
in dozens of Akoya pearls.
Delighted at her expensive simplicity,
I listened to her fashion philosophy and vogue metaphysics
Consciousness in the decade, smiling at the little black dress, bob hairstyles,
jersey knit as one twirls.
Saying hello to Jean Patou with style
Mixture of luxury and practicality.
Taking the position of 'attitude en
like Dudinskaya to his menswear in an
increasing mood of informality.
Short suit jackets, knickers, tuxedos,
heels and swaying into the 1930's with ease,
Picking the Kalmia latifolia in a
garden of Ericaceae, I whirled in a lobster dress from Elsa Schiaparelli.
Posed I as an antique statue,
Inspiring a timeless and beautiful
evening gown outstretching one's anns with glee.
o Madeleine Vionnet, how the ladies
loved her as they bobbed to the Queen of the bias cut
And walking with a strut,
Her gannents came to life as the
chiffon, silk, and Moroccan crepe mingled,
Creating an astonishingly poised and
titillating effect, presenting a flowing and elegant line as one tingled.
The December twilight romanced the
dinner with my companion and I,
Authorizing fresh winter winds.
Our necks covered with handmade
printed silk square scarves from Hermes,
While holding a 'Kelly bag'.
We walked with held hands in this
Our ears tightly devoted to clarinets
and C melody saxophone pins.
Clutching his body, we did a jitterbug
atter a few Hemingway Daiquiris when so suddenly,
I pirouetted leaving my love behind,
Into the arms of Christian Dior I fell in early 1953 in a
Being introduced to the sheer sophistication of style and
feminine elegance of his dresses in a fabric sea.
Whining with the compass into a time capsule to another
Of the frugal prince of luxury.
What evidence was greater than his apparent individuality and
To the legendary Cristobal Balendaga Esagri.
High waisted and chemise dresses underlining his mastery of
Celebrated as one of the few couturiers in fashion history at the height of his
I smiled when I saw Audrey Hepburn tasting Oolong tea,
Gracefully with Jacqueline Kennedy, wearing alabaster Betinna
blouses from the house of Givency.
It's a wonderful thing to smile in style and as I confess, going through a
different door of time
Wandering in a setting with Hollywood designers passing by,
In the 1950's aeating fashion allurement for Grace Kelly while
savoring Sidlian wine.
I shall fast forward as I sigh, having acknowledged the
fashion of the 1960's, 1970's and the 1980's.
o birth of
mini-skirts dared the legs of women meet from Mary Quant,
And revolutionary yet exquisite tuxedo suits for ethnic
models from Yves Saint Laurent.
Three o'clock on a March afternoon, twisting my torso I met
Dame Margot Fonteyn,
As we performed rouettes en tournant before a group of
bell-bottomed hippies sitting at a wall fountain.
The air smelt like deep pink Magnolia blossoms and Classic white gardenia crown
jewels on a full moon.
And at midnight, she partnered with Rudolf Nureyev,
As they did in the Kingdom of shades to the Danse de cygnes
Gripping my time compass, in this lunar state I had already
said hello to movements of Glam rock,
Broad shouldered designs, Pop-Art inspired jackets in the futuristic universe
of Christian Lacroix,
In the wood of haute couture. Human Papilionidae draped in the clinging style
of Donna Karan
And the simple sophistication of Ralph Lauren in the future.
If one were to say, after the dancing and sipping teacups of
lovely tea through ages of space,
From the days of short skirts made of sweat shirting, leotards,
headbands, and leg warmers from Norma Kamali.
Phenomenal stitettos strutting the streets and over the knee boots from Manalo
Along with impeccable wild animal print attire,
signature patchworiks and flowery superftuities from Just
Time transcended into the shower-dress being worn by the
best, car dresses from Kan Lagerfeld
in the fashion fest.
Speeding in a SSC Ultimate Aero, a fashionista followed the
fashion in Gucci with "Jackie 0'"
her side kick.
Shall I express the latest quest of flamboyant extravagance in Milan and
luxurious fabrics from Prada,
While holding a Japanese sandalwood fan being entertained by
women in a large display of Buchaechum.
Standing at a busy street in the midsummer night stood La
Wearing a dazzling red DVF wrap dress, flirting with a
gentleman suited in Armani Collezioni from Chicago,
His mystery was in his grin as his slow breaths caressed the air, clutching her
body beneath the nebulae.
Staring into the spinning time compass, we disappeared
through another door inhaling winter whiffs on a frigid day,
Converses with a crowd of denizens attired in black sheered mink furs from
the house of Posen,
Being taken to an ice chateau by a pack of snow wolves from
Alaska that had been chosen.
Tenebrous morning brought shouts from strangers in the
distance warmly dressed in LV leopard fur threads,
I suppose their fuzzy heads were ready to sleep in permafrost igloo beds.
And in my bungalow I lay with my time compass in my hands
after visiting various lands
To seize every memory, holding them dear to my heart whilst
having accepted that we had to part.
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