(Madame Allsorts Last Supper Design featuring Karl Lagerfeld, Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus and other famous faces)
So, Easter is here again! Roll out the eggs, hop with the bunnies, and let's all dabble in a bit of religious-based over-indulgence! I have designed a Last Supper and I'm not invited, neither are you. But as with any fashion themed party, a heap of famous faces are, and naturally, Miley Cyrus is present - eager to twerk wonders on any fixtures and fittings. That's the beauty of design, it calms my rabid over-imagination!
(Madame Allsorts anti-fashion show in Paris)
In my Last Supper there's Jesus, or King Karl of Lagerfeld, self-professed hater of fatties, uglies, and seemingly anyone who doesn't neatly fit his ideal of beauty! Yeah, yeah, I know he designs pretty things, but does that automatically give him authority to publicly humiliate those he finds not so pretty? Seemingly it does, but does working in fashion have to mean you're shallower that a bidet of bath balls? I hope not, darling, because there's a world of people out there who love and need clothes to cover their modesty. I'm pretty sure a huge portion of them don't resemble models, and we have to make sure we are catering for them (haha, couldn't resist another food pun!). Don't get me wrong, my Last Supper doesn't revolve around looks, but it is certainly aimed at raising a question of image. Whether it's Robin Thicke's image as a playboy, or Kanye West's aspirations as a style god, everyone that I've depicted is associated with infamous imagery.
(Madame Allsorts wearing her Last Supper Dress in Paris Fashion Show)
I love clothing, but often the fashion industry makes my eyes roll; most people appear to have lost their minds! For a pack of supposed individuals, there doesn't seem to be much ability to resist calling Cara Delevingne's agent when a catwalk show is looming. There seems to be a huge cake of SAME going around, and everybody's anxious to grab a slice. I'm not saying that I'm particularly offended, or even opinionated about Cara Delevigne, but she feels so everyman's, and I'm wondering why arn't more designers showcasing clothing on different faces, or even in different ways? I'm trying to, but most people seem to feel that hiring one public-pleasing "plus size" model is doing their bit to promote female variety.
(Madame Allsorts and models wearing The Last Supper Collection)
The same models, the same celebrities, and now the same bloggers - the fashion industry's obsession with what, and who's hot, seems almost robotic, and way too easy to rebel against. So what is hot? What's on trend? and what's so appealing about wearing something because everyone else is? I don't know the answer to that, but I feel I should do, I feel I should want to be popular, after all everybody craves approval... Don't they?
(Madame Allsorts fashion show)
I'm not professing to be subversively original, because I don't believe that's truly possible, or even achievable, given our mind's ability to draw inspiration from it's surroundings. But I'm not buying into the "it" gang, or the "fash pack", because above all it just feels a bit silly. Another bonus of not being part of the pack is that you can put your tongue in your cheek and create things around them.
(Madame Allsorts Last Supper fashion show)
To find out more about performance artist Madame Allsorts visit www.madameallsorts.com
(Madame Allsorts and models in Place Vendome in Paris)