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"It is said being perfectly dressed affords a satisfaction no religon can bring".
Harry Matthews, Cigarettes
I went and saw this last week. My first reactions were to the photographs, the size and colour rather than the contents of the photographs. I found the first few photos a little disapointing to be honest, as there was something about them that didn't slip into the madness I was hoping to see, but then, as I wandered round it began to take hold ... I think the first women that really got me was the lady with all the Gucci stuff, she was the first one were the scale of her obsession seemed overpowering. It seems to be a thing with the Japanese, building the perfect collection - don't know if you ever read about okatu, obsessive collectors, but it seemed this urge mapped over to the world of fashion.
I felt there was also an aspect of here of trying to create a perfect minature universe, kind of like living in a never ending of world of fashion, neon and parties. Kind of like living in a David La Chappelle photograph. I used to live with a guy who was a drag queen and when he went for it, it was this complete commitment to being overpowered by his outfit. I thought there was a similar thign going on here at moments. I thought I could see this most clearly in one of the final photos, (featured a women lying down with her eyes shut - can't recall the designer, shame on me).
On one level I find this sort of thing quite distasteful, commodity fetishism and excessive consumption. But that's coming from a very abstract place - on actually seeing the exhibition, I couldn't help be overpowered by the sense of fun and pleasure Tsuzki takes in his subject, enjoying this hyperreal madness. Be initerested to see if anyone else sees or feels this contradiction. |
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