This morning, I had a brain wave. I was hanging out some linen that had been washed in my home (my husband was washing the lengths to get rid it of the dressings etc) when my light bulb went on. Aha!! Forget the silk chiffon, linen is the way to go. Of course it is. I've been staring at an unpicked 18th century linen bodice so of course I must use linen. These linen lengths came from Spence Bryson in Ireland. Funny as I just looked them up and their site says they are a hankerchief manufacturer. This linen is fine and gorgeous and I think will gather beautifully.
Additionally, I am trying to formulate a mind map showing my literature/contextual review. Although, it's totally not the way I think, it's very useful and guess what I am going to create it in AI (Adobe Illustrator ha ha). I've no idea what I am doing but now with my new Adobe Creative Suite installed, I've got to use it. By the way, on the subject of mind maps, we had a really informative session with Dr Caroline Gardiner and in her handout she suggested using a free software package called Compendium. Well, I am sure it's brilliant but I wasted an hour and a half trying to figure out how to put my work on it and still couldn't do it. My mind map is formulating my way forward and clearly outlining that I have wasted some valuable time reading irrelevant literature, irrelevant to my research. Good literatutre but not needed for me. Annoying.
I've only got one more drawing lesson with Celia at CSM. I've loved it so much. Life drawing all day Saturday is so relaxing. I've learnt so much. She's a brilliant teacher and I love all the people in my class. I wish it wouldn't end but........... Being a PhD student is so fabulous 'cos it's an excuse to do all these extra things in the name of research. One girl flies in from Bucharest each weekend for this class. Blimey.
|Clothing for Sale in Organic market in Olargues, South West France|
Taste, the idea of taste. What's good taste? Good and bad taste in clothing is linked in with identity (and in my opinion branding). When I was in the South of France, this summer, I went to an organic market. Apart from being incredibly expensive, without thinking I bought the most expensive melon in the whole of Europe (8 euros!), there were clothes stalls and yes, they were selling your typical organic clothing. Revolting. The cotton was undyed and constructed in France but no normal person would truly want to wear it. Here's the thing, it's only the truly committed who will wear this type of clothing and as a designer I want to create clothing that the committed/half committed and not really committed want to buy because they are lovely, stylish and wearable. Clothing that doesn't say "I'm committed [to the cause] and only wear this type of clothing because I am committed!!!" I am thinking on the page but I think it's very important. I have started reading 'Distinction' by Bourdieu to get a clearer understanding to arguments and theories around 'taste'.
In the opening paragraph of the introduction is a quote by Paul Claude, from Le soulier de satin
"Take one of our good pupils, for example: modest and diligent, from his earliest grammar classes he's kept a little notebook for phrases.
After hanging on the lips of his teachers for twenty years, he's managed to build up an intellectural stock in trade; doesn't it belong to him as if it were a house, or money"
That quote really resignated with me. Maybe it obvious but it leads on to the whole concept of that question. How do we acquire taste and style?
Books I am Reading?
Digital SLR for Dummies. I will master my camera.
Distinction: A Social Critique of the Judgement of Taste by Pierre Bourdieu
Silk Designs of the 18th Century by Natalie Rothstein
and whilst pattern cutting I always consult Metric Pattern Cutting by Winifred Aldrich.
And for pleasure, I have just finished The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (what a book that is). There is a paragraph where a young Russian greets our narrator. His clothing is described as being made of brown Holland and has been patched beautifully. The patches are exquisite colours and patterns (African obviously) but what the narrator notices is how beautifully they are been sewn. To me that is interesting - a man commenting, in a book about the neatness of the stitches in the patching of a garment. I know Richardson writes about sewing all the time in 'Pamela' but here we are about 150 years later ....
Not sure where I am going with this.