I have been meaning to post these photos for a few weeks now (sorry, Bethany!). Per usual, I uploaded them, forgot they were already floating around in my draft folder, promptly deleted the photos from my camera, and assumed they were lost forever. Alas, they were not. And now I can gush over the inspirational magic found in the Brooklyn Museum’s Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit.
Upon entering the exhibit, you are overwhelmed by the crowd of people (if you went on a weekend), the mannequins that were displaying the garments, and the variety in the designs. Anywhere from mermaids, to the Middle Ages, to stripe overload, you see mannequins with blinking, life-like faces smiling at you, appreciating your visit. Initially, it was a bit creepy. Later, I would say that these talking, smiling, waving characters became my storytellers, as I oohed and awed over Gaultier’s constant boundary-pushing ideas.
Let’s face it–many people know Gaultier for his relationship with Madonna’s costumes. But as I spent nearly three hours completely lost in his world, I forgot about Madonna completely. Because Gaultier is in and of himself, provocative. Gaultier’s use of models that were bigger than a Slim Jim and his constant ode to the female form (whether it be in nudity or highlighting it with his impeccable tailoring) is a move from the norm, and it’s empowering for us ladies. Gaultier allows us to be whatever size we want, define our own sexuality, and if we want to traipse around town in a cage-like corset because it makes us feel beautiful, Gaultier says DO IT. He is also a proponent of the non-traditional beauty & one of my all-time favorite materials: tulle.
I most definitely will not be bouncing around Manhattan in a leather cut-out bustier, but you know what, I’m glad Gaultier thinks I could.