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Let’s Talk MARYKATRANTZOU

It’s not every day that you can turn house hold appliances, wrist watches and full fledged gardens into ordained, wearable works of art. For Mary Katrantzou, on the other hand, she has no issues creating collages (I can only assume she was an excellent scrap booker or great at hoarding).

Now an excerpt from Tim Blanks, from style.com:

“Katrantzou also extended her repertoire in other ways. For the first time, she focused on a single color top-to-toe, like the crayons on her invitation. And she’d chosen deliberately banal subject matter to match the colors. Green meant grass, for instance, rendered as an ornamental lawn working its way down a floor-length gown. Yellow was expressed in a mandala of No. 2 HB pencils, erasers attached. They were rendered in rubber by the Lesage embroidery atelier in Paris—not only the first time Lesage’s artisans had worked with such stuff, but also their first collaboration with a London designer. Clocks, hedges, telephones, spoons, and forks also provided source material. The bodice of a rococo red velvet dress featured a red typewriter, its keys providing a coiling abstract geometry on the skirt.”


Tim knows best, so I really had to include it. So I hope this helps you start off the beginning of your long weekend!! TGIThursdays!!