the trouble with it all

I'm at odds. This whole Fashion thing, I'm learning more and more how much being involved from behind a computer screen doesn't truly cut it. One of my most simple pleasures is awaiting a new show and scrolling through image after image of fresh Fashion. But this is all wrong. No one meant for it to be that way. It was meant to be experienced live, 3D, from all angles, in motion. A still photograph of the front of one look can not suffice. If this were the case designers wouldn't bother with shows. 
After this season's couture shows wrapped up (obviously opinions to follow) I had the very familiar feeling of surprise. As more and more backstage and alternate images were released from collections it was as if I was seeing the collections anew. In some ways this is a great excuse to keep the excitement of the collection alive. It almost matures as it slowly begins to reveal its entirety, dimension by dimension. But in another, very frustrating, way the impact of fresh, fully formed looks, styled with meticulous detail are reserved for the seldom few invited to a live showing. We lay people are left to wonder things as important and complex as silhouette and material. 
These feelings came about when I stumbled upon this image from the Gimbatista Valli show:

I was so in love with the styling that I saw when first reviewing photos from the show. I thought that the few models that had butterfly lips were so beautiful and unexpected. I remember wishing that the butterfly would have a larger presence in the show, feeling that the clothes evoked A Midsummer's Nights Dream fairy-esque personality. But little did I know that just beyond my point of view butterflies by the dozen were making their way down the runway. 

So what's a girl to do? I guess the burden falls to me now. To work endlessly until I can secure one of the most coveted and guarded tickets in all of Fashion. Until I can sit in Paris at a Couture show I'll be left alone with my photos and my rants.