Showing posts with label hand painted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hand painted. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dear Difficult Difficult Lemon Difficult (Dress 208-217)

Dear Difficult Difficult Lemon Difficult (Day 163)

Right now is



Which is why i stuffed up for the second time in a week.

Apololololologies.

Dress I: Layers of folded matte silk reinforced to give it the sharp edge.













Dress II: The synthetic mesh is placed on a metal mannequin and then sprayed (a-la McQueen

) but instead of it being paint, the artist (not machines) sprays a variety of chemicals (each with a different colour reaction), that when coming into contact with synthetic mesh it eats away at the fabric in a three dimensional ‘ burn’ (hence the metal mannequin)













Dress III: inspired by Sydney Nolan’s paintings of Ned Kelly.













Dress IV: Spring/Autumn












Dress V: neckline is cutout of same shape as the appliquéd butterflies.












Dress VI: inspired by the art of the Mix Tape. The loop that looks like a ‘B’ is the curled ribbon/tape at the back of the halter tie.












Dress VII: fallen clock in appliqué. Halter neck dress.












Dress VIII: stone in a pool dress. Layers of mesh, beginning at the neckline and restarting at the ‘rock’













Dress IX: Himalaya dress. Hand painted silk.













Dress X: Inspired by the Eiffel-esque spire of the Melbourne arts Centre.












All my love,

Ip.



Ip.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Dear Huntingdale (Dress 149)

Dear Huntingdale,
You are structurally unsound.
There is a tunnel under the tracks to get to the platform. This is not really the problem, but the drains get clogged, and then it floods, and then no matter what you are wearing you are going to have wet socks which is like purgatory, only worse.
You have bathrooms which are always locked, and benches that are always wet with fresh paint.
And no matter where you stand, you are always in the path of freezing winds.
BUT:
if you look out from Platform 1 at dusk, you will see a collection of streetlights, wires and poles washed in intensely beautiful cobalt skies.
and that is why, for all your faults, I really do like you.
All my love,
IP