Inspiration is washing over me after yesterday’s soggy visit to the Gaultier exhibition at the Barbican Centre in London. This imaginative exhibition (introduced by a talking Gaultier mannequin – the sight of his and other faces projected onto blank mannequins which speak, wink and sing at you as you wander through is somewhat disconcerting at first) is the perfect display of his genius.
Seldom does one get so close to real couture, close enough to examine, of course without touching, but to see how things are put together and, for me, marvel as his use fabrics. This is avant garde fashion at its best… and, unusually for modern exhibitions, they even allowed photographs!
I loved the tartan/punk dresses, and of course a Gaultier exhibition wouldn’t be complete without a corset or two.
This was the perfect way to spend a wet Tuesday (or any day) in London. Miss it at your peril.