Just some hair shoots backstage at Issey Miyake/ Miyamae show…
the models getting their hair untangled while contacting the world outside
aooooww…it hurts, but they are brave…it`s part of the job!
The hair style was short and messy…
while many had really long hair that had to be tamed into the look
really working hard on the hair
Outside. “Stop! May we have a Photo”?
” Yes” with a smile giving the pose …
a moment of attention…on the way…well dressed.
Photographers well dressed as well…more for the climate though.
And this young girl selling her hand made baguette leather bags…
making her own show…
The past is coming to me in different ways at the moment. I am part of a group of supermodels from the 60s and 70s, a private group, and every now and then pictures of me pop up that I don`t have in my possession any longer…like this one…
David Bailey for Vogue-72
I remember it so well. And how I was plucking my eyebrows at that time while I was thinking ” I wonder if they will grow out again”?. Which they didn`t. I really liked my full eyebrows so I regret that somehow. Now they are not only thinner than before, they are thin and bushy, since with age the hair becomes longer and more wild, I have NO idea why that is so! Going into this space of being photographed (and I know I have said this before) is somehow both a way of meditating, going deep inside and at the same time letting go of the self image AND at the same time controlling your expression and movements. I still don`t know if it is very narcissistic or a way to enlightenment OR both…! What IS super ego, wanting to be seen, loved and acknowledged… and what is letting go of it (that scary space of no-thing) and trust the deep love in everything moment to moment.
In Paris it is snowing today, quite magic, I have never seen snow here before, it is different than in Sweden, an extra dimension of beauty.
In the old days Issey Miyake himself always gave something extra extra in his shows, like very special music performances…this time Yoshiyuki Miyamae, the current designer, has taken on that thread and gave us a surprise concert . When I was at the showroom the day before to get my invitation I had a little taste of it…
Paris was cold this day, colder than cold, chilly deep into the bones. Approaching the big tent (to the left) in lesTuileries, one of the most prestigious show venues, I was wrapped up in my Margiela coat that has covered me all wintwr long in Sweden. I was early this day but people were already lining up…
not a soul in the chairs that are usually occupied by people enjoying a moment of rest… sun or no sun.
The show started ouside with well dressed men…
inside was a music space built into the wall above where the models came out. The room was dark and the japanese group The Open Reel Ensemble started off with electro bagpipes and performed a real Scottish highland tecno mix…full on energy…
as the models walked out on the floor below…
all smiling. What a relief those smiling faces brought, filling the heart and whole body with joy.
It brought such an ease to the whole collection, which was colorful and classic in a very Miyake way. Every piece totally wearable…
and every smile filled the space with such good vital energy…
allowing the models to show some of their true nature. Issey Miyake has also always used models from all ethnic backgrounds and I deeply thank Miyamae for continuing that.
Miyamae himself with the biggest smile of them all backstage.
Yes I mean you Agnes B, Agnes Braunerhielm from Stockholm, the best friend at Stockholm fashion week and in Paris the same. And a very good journalist she is with so many fashion stories, knowledge and wisdom. I was so happy to have these moments together…
Agnes and I met outside Dries van Noten at Hotel de Ville, where they had to turn down 100s of invited guests (we were 2 of them) because of security reasons, police is getting tuff…so we said ” let`s take this gift of the moment and use it for us…”
Another street style photographer…
with Agnes in focus. She is a star, always being asked to pose. For me she is a star because she has a heart like a shining star.
So we walked towards Issey Miyake to fetch the invitations. I always do that personally so I have a chance for hugs and meetings with the friends.
Agnes posing for me…
a non pose on a bench.
After we walked through the Marais looking for a cafe. It was freezing cold so it had to be inside. We had a moment of shop shopping looking at all the great labels at L`Eclaireur, rue Sevigne, then we walked through my favorite park between rue Sevigne and rue Payenne, a place where I often rest and watch the children play.
She is shy this little star…
our choice was Rose Bakery, a trendy place at rue Debelleme, very quiet in the afternoon. What a sweet afternoon with Agnes. Merci!
I met Ingmari Lamy in Stockholm and asked her to share a few words about her experience as model working in her 60s below.
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He was here! In stockholm. To give an award to Marianne Bernadotte. The man who started taking photos of extraordinary older women he met on the streets of N.Y. and started the now famous blog advancedstyle, that has made both him and the women famous worldwide and given a new face to age. Ari Seth Cohen. He came with the former Opera singer, editor and wonderful being, Joyce, one of the beauties he has photographed.
We had breakfast early morning at Scandic Grand Central, so sweet of him to meet me there, telling me about how it all started, with him loving his both grandmothers and spending time with them every day as a child, fascinated by their stories and wisdom. That thread of life led into his work today as a natural way. Then Joyce came to join us…OH, what a lady, what an inspiring spirit with her voice guiding her life experience. One hour in time we shared. It doesn`t take more time than that, for a meeting filled with very inspired, loving qualities, to happen.
Then it was my turn…and we stepped out on the street…he said I was almost too young for his project and that he is not used to take photos of models…
he was such a great being to meet…( out in his pyjama here, with colorful happy socks), so kind and WHAT a bright idea to bring out the beauties of old age to meet the world. I really recommend his blog full of good stories.
Lately I have been to great exhibitions in Stockholm, inaugurations of important painters work, like Edward Munch at Thielska galleriet at the far end of Djurgården, one of Stockholms national parks and Hilma af Klint at MM, situated on an island in the middle oft he city. Hilmas work is extraordinary and it is the first time all of her work is shown. Then I was at the opening of a photo exhibit at Waldermarsudde, also in the National park. I tell you all this to let you know that here in my city we can combine walks in nature with great art. And I love it. The photos exhibit is by Carl-Johan de Geer who spent a week in Paris 1967 with two friends, taking pictures of them in the haute couture clothes from Dior, Givenchy, Courreges…Ok I have pictures of this and they come soon. My little mac is with me on an adventure getting reset and emptied, it is so full that it can not take in anything new. I have just borrowed it for a bit to write here a moment. AND it makes me feel SO nervous to have all the photos taken out from iPhoto to a little side box, I can’t tell you…like leaving my baby. Pray that it will be ok
This young woman, who was me then 1967 outside New York for the New York Times magazine felt very sensitive as well, I remember. At home in nature but sensitive to be alone in N.Y and all my friends were in Stockholm or Paris. I had a small flat in East Village, read a lot of books and had my black cat as sweet company. These were not my happiest modeling days but they were filled with reflection and curiosity about life. Life itself. After a while a few good friendships happened and I stayed on for awhile longer.
Since today is Valentine and my heart is sending love all over the planet, I want to give you the most heart red photo of them all
The lips can kiss. It is allowed this day to kiss strangers. The ones that are close to my heart I keep as my secrets but I can tell you that I don`t need red lips to kiss them. And maybe they are not just men…maybe it`s my daughter and my grandchildren and friends and lovers. Today I love secrets. With a big smile and a joyful heart I wish you a happy Valentine.
The photo is by David Bailey for English Vogue and I don´t know the year. A few years ago I was at Vogue house doing research in their huge library and found some treasures but I still have lots left to look through. Maybe this spring. Maybe springtime in London. I want to visit them photographers that live there and i also have some real wonderful friends in that city. That feels like a good thing to do. Love to all of you!
How much of the one I am is the same from then to now? For sure the hair color has changed. That`s a natural thing. For sure I have more wrinkles. That`s a natural thing as well. And then? How about the inside? For sure I knew who I was then as well as now. Only then I could more sense it and doubt it and now I both sense it and know it. There is an inner reality that is so Real, more real than the outer because the outer is a reflection from the inner and it is so beautiful. And because that is so everything else is truly beautiful as well.
I was 17 then…or 18?
a year before I went to Paris, my very first photo shoot…so very open and shy. I could really feel the beauty inside
Here a summer moment with a friend, a moment of joy and direct experience, 45 years later in time and life experience. The gift of life is to know and let go…surrender into the fullness of being true Beauty, which is there in each one of us, for Real.
So what is fashion to me? Part of it is to catch a moment of beauty and know that it can be shared by many. The beauty can be in a garment, in a flower, in the soft snow falling outside…Wait a minute! That`s not fashion you may say, maybe so but everything can be turned into fashion. What inspires fashion is in all life, in the great nature as well as in the city, in a word or a mood. Fashion is like the platform that puts it together in a form that is appealing in the moment, mostly in a garment form but it could also be a chair form for instance. Be with me or oppose me! Fashion is a moment. A moment in time. An expression of beauty in a specific form at a specific moment.
Is this fashion? Same story by David bailey for English Vogue early 70s. Remember the security man walking away with the jewelry attached by a chain to his wrist (last story)? These were some of the really expensive diamonds…for whatever it`s worth I remember it being a real cool feeling to wear all of this…and then walk out of the studio as a free human being, a free soul…unattached.