That man hasn’t been yet born who is content with what he has. As soon as he has his basics, he’s asking: what’s behind the next bend of life? How far can I go?
I love minimalistic clothing, clear, simple lines and good fabric with good texture, but then I want to all forget it in its nefarious existentialism and get more spiritual. How far can I go? I turn around, and go back for three hundred years.
So, away with Bauhaus form follows function: function has to adapt to form. Those baroque dresses rested on an iron corset that gave those ladies those graceful shapes like a windjammer in full sail. I just stepped into an anachronism, as there were no windjammers at the age of the baroque, but heavily built and slow sail vessels, floating castles of wood with masts on top.
I’d have loved to shoot this in Italy, but the budget took us to the California coast, which, at the age of baroque, was inhabited by Indian tribes. But the warm, vibrating afternoon light painted a picture just like the French Rococo painter Watteau: heaven on earth, and weightlessness. The art of escape of daily life was masterfully applied at the baroque. It has world theater class. Its staggering grace infects the fantasy with fever dreams full of the plentiful colors that were so en vogue back then. Just dashing in.