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Death will come and take this dress

I have never believed that fashion was art. My mother always says that art is what one is excited and I've never cried in front of a garment, no matter how well cut it is. I've fallen into ecstasy, I felt real love, yes, but the emotion (the mixture of desire to mourn and feeling sick) to the Parthenon or the Twilight of Miguel Angel is something else. Well then, yesterday I got the amazing catalog (compradlo now, called Alexander Mcqueen : savage beauty , fliparéis) of exposure to Alexander McQueen at the Met (I go to New York and, in fact always want to go New York NOW, I feel the same with London and Paris, there are some places where you always want to be, and is more or less. It is fortunate) and I'm not sure this is not art. And I saw this picture and thought of death (if death comes and has your eyes, sure that takes this dress. I've never seen anything so beautiful, so deep), and there were others that made me think of power, love in solitude, in the lightness, strength, the grandeur, sex, blood that runs beneath our skin. And for a moment, I stopped hearing the screams of my children playing and claims, and for a moment, even I missed the urge to buy clothes, which is saying.
Happy Wednesday, ones.