Mexico City Journal
Yesterday was a full day.
Wake up, read the news online, get to work, find out about major tax problems (more on that later), put in a solid day of storyboard work, put in an hour each of intense Thai kickboxing and jujitsu classes, and shoot off to a fashion show.
I've ignored fashion shows, but their structure is interesting. They always create a uniformity to the models, mainly through make-up and hair. That, coupled with the strange way the models walk down the catwalk, forces visual attention toward the clothes. As someone who isn't interested in clothes, but who is interested in art forms and the way each form focuses attention, I'm fascinated with the way the whole thing works. I'd much prefer to look at the girls, but it takes attention to try to distinguish Girl X or Girl Y, so my mind gets lazy and starts looking at the clothes. Looking at the girls, surprisingly, is like trying to look at the walls in an art gallery, or trying to listen to a conversation at a punk club. And it comes as a surprise, but I as I watch the show, not only do I stop looking at the girls and start looking at the clothes, but I have opinions
on the clothes. As I watch these things, I can see the differences between conservative and challenging cuts and fabrics and textures and "line." I never knew.