I have believed......since well into my forties......that whilst entering grand exhibition spaces or rooms of grandeur.......you should dress for the occasion.
My most memorable of times was when I was visiting Le Louvre....the shoes I had on were very soft ballet slippers...worn for many years by a good friend of mine.....she passed them onto me...because I constantly hounded her for them...whenever they were just lying around at her flat, I would go to them and place them on my feet......a perfect fit...with my high instep and slightly tanned feet.....the look was unsurpassed...in my books anyway.
When she handed them over.....she said "You could creep up on a famous painting and steal it away without anyone hearing or noticing a thing"......hmmm I thought.
Yes they were certainly light and soft......perfect for wearing with rolled up jeans and a big sloppy jumper...not to mention a full length trench coat...recently purchased from the Montparnasse market's.
Big hair has forever been a signature look for me.....so the gold clip on's where well matched.A stunning accessory....they were Versace and very expensive......earrings made the hair look bigger.
The line of avid museum goer's seemed small compared to other days.....so in I went.
Majestic museum's like the Hermitage and the Tate...are superb to enter......they ooze old money and prestigiousness .....the smell is like old books and waxed floor boards.
Observation is a funny thing......lots of middle aged couples and teenagers with backpacks.
This was Paris, after all said and done.....why weren't they dressed for the occasion?
Land of bohemia....Picasso/Modigliani/Andre Breton/Suzanne Valadon/Kisling/Toulouse Lautrec/Foujita all unique when it came to dressing for the occasion....any occasion at all!
As I make my way through the labyrinth of monumental images.....shoes of many kinds..are worth noticing.
To my left were a pair of lime green gymboots and his partner was wearing blood red stiletto's with little silver zips on the backs.
In front of me were some divine wedged patent leather westwood's.....fastened with studs.
Loving the feel under my feet....of the cold flat surface.......I realize I could not actually hear myself walking.....no sound at all.
Pulling my trench coat collar up with my hands in my pockets....I make way to a "Bouguereau".
Standing very close and adoring its power.......Im tricked by its natural nakedness....no shoes!
Clothes and shoes and draped scarves and loose jacket's and umbrella's and suitcases and bags and gloves and hats ........are very important when you are seen in this most important gallery....it has built its reputation on the sartorial era's....past and present........wear yourself well......always....... when viewing works of art......the paintings need to look back at you too!.......
