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The Front Row – Day 13 – Ta da!!

I thought it would be interesting to effect a transformation of the collection created for this exhibition and through small strategic alterations see if I could could create a “new” collection.  You could say it’s representing a change from summer into winter, although with both palettes using cool and warm shades it’s a bit hard to tell which is the summer one and which the winter.  I suppose this is appropriate given we are currently in that confusing fashion state experienced at this time every each year here in Melbourne – Winter collections are arriving in store and this fashion festival is telling to get out and buy them, while outside it’s 30 degrees Celsius…

In any case, the Labour day holiday was spent immersed in a vat of indigo dye, the pastel apricot pieces have been set aside, obligatory Melbourne black added in, and this is the result!

 

The Front Row – Day 2

Now doing menswear, roulet loop neckpiece on its way to PHM

Frocktober

I’m currently working on a wedding dress for Jacquie for her marriage to Max. Below is Jacquie with her friend Lou, they’re sewing together the toile for her dress prior to our first fitting.  First question, what does this have to do with Frocktober?  Jacquie and a team from the Melbourne Zoo are taking part in this fundraising event for the Ovarian Cancer Research Foundation.  Participants pledge to wear a dress every day during October (and the wedding dress we are working on will be one of them). You can sponsor their efforts here: www.everydayhero.com.au/frock_the_zoo

Secondly, why are Jacquie and Lou sewing the dress that I am supposedly making?  I’m trialling a participative made-to-measure concept, where recipients of my special occasion designs are involved in the sewing and construction of their own gown.  Our fittings have involved: food (on different occasions, baklava, sushi, spinach tart and roasted vegies), cups of tea or glasses of wine, shoe admiration (again from Melissa, a theme is developing on this blog I feel!), dress fitting and pinning, and finally some hand sewing.  Last night’s fitting also involved Jacquie’s mum who accomplished about twice as much as the rest of us.  What do you think?  Have you been involved in the creation  of an important dress for your own red carpet moment?  What did it mean to you?  Oh, and here’s that link again to sponsor Jacquie!

Tessuti Awards

There are a couple of days left to vote in the Tessuti Awards, run by Australian fabric store Tessuti.  My entry is in a sorry state; I opted to hand stitch it entirely from a length of linen and a length of lace (as per the brief) that I’d had lying around forever and then life got in the way…  I do still hope to be wearing it by Summer.

I have however been loving looking at and reading the entries.  This competition attracts sewers of all sorts, from professional designers, to aspiring students to domestic sewers, and to me challenges boundaries between professional and domestic, and about what activities constitute design.  While the competition is a sewing or making one, what is being judged is essentially design.  But best of all is the narratives generated around sewing, with each entrant asked to reflect on how they came to sew, what it means to them to sew and  the thought process behind how they worked their way through their design.

Typical among the stories is a “moment” that counts as an induction into sewing.  Says entrant Emily Pierce:

My Mum used to sew for us when I was little, and I remember sitting with her one day and cutting out a little tshirt shape and cellotaping it together and saying ‘this isnt hard!’ so from then on its history…I have excelled from that somewhat now however!

And I also love the stories about sewing that locate it firmly in contemporary life as opposed to a nostalgic pursuit practiced by our mothers, as expressed by Andy Truong:

I am a self taught sewer and I have been sewing ever since I can remember. I first started sewing when I did hand sewing projects. In year seven, I knitted phone and Ipod pockets and sold them to friends. With the money I made from selling them, I saved up for a sewing machine.

Dress Poem!

“some draped as though one

stitch was the sole anchor”

Spirit of the Black Dresses photographed by Lou Pardi on the streets of Melbourne inspired BusinessChic to commission a poem on the subject from Sophie Curzon-Siggers.  An excerpt and beautiful picture is published on BusinessChic’s blog – that’s my dress second from right!  The full poem is published on Sophie’s blog.

Dress Stories

What do the following scenarios all have in common?

In 2004, a (perhaps) ridiculous number of Australian women stayed up way past their bedtime to watch and comment on the wedding of Tasmanian born Mary Donaldson to Crown Prince Frederick of Denmark, and in 2010 bookmakers offered odds on the designer of Kate Middleton’s wedding dress when she marries Prince William later this year.

Rebecca Twigley caused a sensation at the 2004 Brownlow medal in “that dress” a red gown by Ruth Tarvydas featuring a neckline that plunged to the waist.

I know that one year, Julia Roberts wore a Vintage black and white Valentino gown to the Oscars, but I can’t for the life of me remember what film she won an award for.

I made a blue brocade bodice and silver skirt with flat blue shoes (because I am so tall) to wear to my school formal and I have made three wedding dresses for my girlfriends over the years, they have five children between them and two of them are still married.

All of these scenarios have to do with dresses.  Big, important occasion dresses whose memorial durability far outlasts their active wardrobe life.  I call them all “Red Carpet” dresses because to me “Red Carpet” describes an out of the ordinary event that one prepares for with the consciousness that they will be subjected to an unusual level of scrutiny.

The other point about these scenarios is that they have to do with narrative.  There is a story in all of the statements that is told either about the dress or through the dress.  There are also two types of narrators in the examples above. There is a self reflective narrative, what I wore, what happened and how I felt about it, and there is an observational narrative that is also self reflective, what they wore and how that affected me.

A dress is a lovely item to construct a narrative around.  It is rich in description.  Technical proficiency is not necessary because there are a myriad of colloquial descriptors such as shimmery, shiny, princess like…  The role of occasion dresses in important milestones mean that stories about them speak of broader themes.  As well as a personal narrative, a dress can become a collective cultural narrative.  It is through the collective consumption and telling of multiple stories about a dress that we describe, reach consensus and define cultural norms and moral standards.

Of course any garment can be a narrative so I’ve tried to find other research to support and explain my hypothesis that a dress is a particular type of garment…with little success. There are many books that describe the different types of evening dresses such as cocktail dress, dinner dress, ball dress.  These tend toward historical classification that has little to do with the contemporary uses of occasionwear.  For example, the celebrity red carpet dress is one type of dress that really should be understood as a category in its own right.  It has had an interesting evolution and has today a broad popular culture influence and appeal.  An analysis of recent haute couture collections by designers such as Elie Saab and Valentino suggests that designers are designing a significant part, if not all of their haute couture collection specifically for the red carpet.  For these designers the category “red carpet” is far more relevant to their collection than “cocktail dress”.  I also believe that if I ask someone today to tell me the difference between a “school formal dress” and a “bridesmaid dress” they will tell me a far more elaborate story about social norms and taboos than if I ask them to distinguish between a “ball gown” and a “dinner dress”.

And yet this still does not answer the question as to why a dress tells a better story than any other garment, why it is consistently the focus of museum exhibitions, haute couture collections, the garment of choice for the biggest celebrity photo opportunities and for our most significant rites of passage.

Understanding what a dress is not is perhaps the best way to understand what it is.  A dress is not the most significant garment in all cultures, therefore it is a product of western culture.  A dress is not the most significant delineator of masculinity, therefore it is a marker of femininity, and the forms of dresses I have identified here have not always been important, therefore it is a product of its time.  So the question then, becomes, what factors of time, culture and gender have rendered the dress such a significant garment?

The title of this post “Dress Stories” and the link between dresses and narrative is taken form the book Not just any dress : narratives of memory, body, and identity edited by Sandra Weber and Claudia Mitchell