Yesterday while I supposed to be studying at the library, I turned my head slightly bored and there it was… Just behind me an unexpected book: Balenciaga and His Legacy by Myra Walker. That discovery in my boring library world it definitely deserved a minute of attention… or a whole hour. I opened the book and suddenly I lost contact with time and space…
Hubert de Givenchy was doing the preface: Remembering Balenciaga, a memoir by Hubert de Givenchy. He started talking about his first interest in fabric, textiles and creation. Still being a child, Givenchy travelled to Paris just to show Balenciaga his first fashion creations on paper… He was so young that nobody took him seriously, so they did not introduced him to Balenciaga. Givenchy met Balenciaga years later and it grew a profound admiration between them. Both of them understood the fashion in an artistic and structural way. Reading the book I was wondering what kind of spell was used in Paris in the first 50 years of the twentieth century. So much talent, inspiration and art reunited in one city.
In this case we talk about fashion, but it could be anything else. For some people it may sound frivolous, but for me, in terms of inspiration, it doesn’t matter if it is a photograph, a song, a poem or a piece of fabric. You can find art anywhere.
Here, in Balenciaga’s world, the body was just the framework to build around it geometrical structures. Playing with colour, materials, weight and height, creating majestic figures.
Balenciaga was an architect. He was after all building art.