What kind? Kind. Commercials that make you see and appreciate the art behind the products that the commercials were made for. When fashion seems not only elegant, regardless of clothes, but fun, also. When fashion represents the art that fashion is and moves something in people. Regardless of clothes.
What to wear now?
Shop before it’s too late.
Buy more, save more.
The last two almost didn’t make it here. They did, though, only for the scales to go so high for the opposite part, that Buy more, save more could not be ignored, but pondered upon. The opposite part has just took off. You can’t see the stars shining without the darkness.
All three are the latest headlines in my inbox. In a world where it’s only necessary to open our eyes and, boom, everything opens up along with them, it only feels natural to pay attention even more so to what we’re, actually, looking at while creating our own world of Oz. Seeing a form of art that feels like art (true art would be a pleonasm, just like true love would), feels not only fresh, as art always feels like, but free, also. In a sense in which fashion doesn’t scratch your eyes, but moisturises them.
A lot of see and feel, yup. Don’t just buy more. Feel more and save yourself.
An emphasis here and there never hurt nobody.
I don’t even know whether I want (not the important part here) any of the things I saw in the Prada advertising campaign – though those headbands, I must admit, did to me some sort of tiny trick – yet I can not but appreciate and enjoy the passion everyone put into it without it scratching anything anywhere. Passion is doing the moisturising and we get to choose our favourite flavour. Or discover a new one.
It only depends on the intention of anyone anything anywhere (the important part here).
An emphasis here and there soothes something somewhere. No?
The ad creates a space between the brand and the consumer. Might this space be the art? That would be wonderful! That would be the free from before. The love everywhere.
I know you feel me.
It’s Prada and it’s an energy that feels first. Flowing. An energy that transcends both the pages of the Vogue Paris I’m holding in my hands, right now, and the fashion media nowadays, metamorphosing itself into inspiration. It might, also, be the excitement in me talking. Of meeting people who share the joy and wisdom of creating beautiful moments that tap into an energy that makes someone who sees them right before falling asleep dream sweeter. And I don’t mean fashion. I might, though, mean style.