I'm a pretty informed lady when it comes to fashion history, but no amount of Fashion File watched under the baleful and condescending eyes of my brother as a teenager really prepared me for the breadth, beauty, sly wit and intelligence of his body of work as a whole. What a brazen misfit.
The exhibit itself was so cleverly staged - as a designer I blown away by the way they moved people through the space, narrated the story and used lighting and spectacle to capture the pieces in all their artfully constructed and insane glory. The detail that tripped me out the most was the use of projected faces on the mannequin heads themselves - psychedelic, eerie and slightly distorted, just like JPG's style. Some photos snapped on my iphone of my favourite pieces:
|Classic JPG sailor stripes - outside the gallery they a had racks of Breton striped tees and corsets to try on for a souvenir photo.|
|Trippy projected face|
|They integrated sound into the installations as well - these ladies busted out some opera.|
|From Madonna's personal collection - one of the bustiers from her Blonde Ambition tour.|
|Personal favourite - hounds tooth gimp suit|
|THE BEADWORK! My god.|
I couldn't help but be incredibly moved by the attention to detail. Most of the pieces displayed were couture and it was overwhelming being in a room filled with thousands and thousands of hours of such meticulous handiwork. Was definitely feeling inspired to get back to my sewing machine....