“Maybe i’m a freak, but i have this thingy thing for flowers as a theory on how fashion develops…”

 

The title of this post almost says everything but let’s explain it. Me and my weirdly disturbed mind have this weird theory about flowers as a phase on how fashion developed into what its now. Mostly because a flower takes an specific time to grow, to fully bloom, and to then, close it self to the world and die. Inside my twisted head there’s a symbiosis between those 2 topics. Much of it is a comparison. We know that flowers start as a seed, originally from the plant where she’s going to be born; fashion starts by the smallest amount of thought and the highest amount of effort that’s put into it (very much on the many struggles that that little seed haves to past to become a plant and then give birth to the flower); we also know that the process where the plant grows slowly and firmly is endlessly inspiring, as the plant is growing is also showing and creating a position and a space by itself (i know it sounds like one of those “Self-Help” books…), that’s very much where the many phases or minds or multiple personalities (i reached that conclusion to, designers do not own 1, and just 1 mind, but i can’t confirm it) of the designers enters here as the gardener of an idea that is only known by them and that will, actually, grow and burst when its the right time. And then when the ideas are placed together, then, there’s where the little bag that contains the flower starts to grow bigger and bigger. It’s a journey almost. When that flower has done the specific assignment or purpose of her birth, she slowly closes to the world to make room for another flower, becoming a cycle, an endlessly and unbreakable cycle. The only thing that stays through the years is the image or the almost forgotten memory of the existence of that flower. Timeless, i guess. I know everything sounds like a tale, or maybe it’s only me. Call me crazy, but at the end it’s just a theory that started like a thought inside my head while on my math class. You make your own conclusion.

Picture: The first one i Googled it, and the second one i took
it while in one of those lazy and boring sunny afternoons.