It is an inescapable truth that beauty transcends physicality to stir and transfix our soul on a deeper level than we have words to describe. Who has not felt the breathless unfurling of a sunrise on a level more than that of mere gaze? The exhilarating rush of a fast racing river, or the calming cheer of a burbling stream?
Art that the earth has created in nature connects us to a joy and feeling of quiet celebration, of peace and unity with the force of life. Ever the enthusiast, we have taken this joy upon us as our quest and purpose – to seek and find and share with the rest of our humankind.
So we seek, and so we find, in the offerings of our creations – art, music, fashion.
We create in our divine drive to exist in the immeasurable moments of fulfillment that only actualization brings; that single perfect note, that final stitch, that dash of paint.
Ever more have we built higher, skillfully combining our abilities in knowledge with passion to do more; we build resplendent castles, automobiles as sleek as panthers, landscaped gardens of bursting colour, and fashion… wearable explorations in architecture, art, textures and detailing. Intricate envelopings of our want to express immortality in ascendance; to create something so beautiful that the heavens will smile upon us with pride.
Look, we will say – we have dressed for the occasion.
We have laboured in numbers, we have beaded every bead and stitched every stitch, we have created what we saw in the ether of our deepest joy. Here a fabric the colour of flower petals; silks as darkly ebbing as midnight water; diamonds that shimmer like glittering sunlight when we move. Echoing the beauty around us.
We are finding our own personalities and unique paths and we are expressing our findings in our clothing, in our fashion, in our choices of what we wear.
Here we seek to allow our souls expression in our role as mother, father, fashionista, wife, gym bunny, coffee lover, adventurer…
In our conscious or unconscious choices we express emotions of self through our clothing, a culmination of thanks to the endless hours of dedicated creators and researchers from whom those items were birthed.
Practical or pretty, fashion is a luxurious expression of freedom from the tyranny of unconsciousness; a flaunting of our agility in reverent creation. We take pride in fashion, we seek opulence and overflow of abundance, we make the most of the skills we have and cheer those who are divinely guided to herald the dawns of new creative eras.
Then therefore, maybe The Devil Wears Prada has it – we are none unaffected by the touch of fashion; the effects that it has on our lives – whether we wear a trending event from the forefront of a new collection, or consider the soulfully traditional attire of tribes who have passed on important teachings of belonging through generation after generation.
We may say we do not care, we may claim independence in our choices.
But it is arrogance to overlook the very human element of fashion connecting us all as a race – our creation of items to adorn the human body and serve us in function or expression in our daily lives.
For the naked form of man did not survive without connecting to the world and the creatures in it; symbiotically celebrating the power of other creatures sacrifice to allow us freedom to explore and live across the entire planet.
For what is a naked human alone in the snow, or high altitudes, or windswept desert?
It is vulnerable, pervious, defeated. Perhaps we have lost the balance we began with, but we retain a memory of respect for the articles we cloaked our nudeness in that allowed us to sustain our journeys, and we celebrate the lasting impact of that to this day.
We have raised fashion to an art form, made royalty of our individual importance and contribution, and will hopefully voyage forward in the truth and memory of the connectivity of humans with the world that afforded us the essential fashion we needed for survival and surmounting extinction all those years ago.