Vivienne Westwood in my Imaginary Tokyo
Fashion designer Vivienne Westwood is leaving Berlin, for who knows where. She dressed the Sex Pistols in the ’70s, and in 1984 she said something that would make a sassy epitaph for this queen of punk:
“Sometimes you need to transport your idea to a world that doesn’t exist and then populate it with fantastic-looking people.”
Know where she should move? My Imaginary Tokyo. It’s a mesmerizing place where all streets and sidewalks are replaced by gleaming black terazzo floors with glowing rays of Art Deco metal spokes that converge in the city’s absolute center, where a wickedly futuristic castle of silent dark glass holds icy court.
It’s a dream I had. You, too?
Actually, while tracing that quote, I found that it was associated with a particular Westwood collection, one that included “Day-Glo patches inspired by Tokyo’s neon signs.” The name of the collection, however, was Clint Eastwood, and it “hankered after the wide-open spaces in western films,” according to the New York Times. She sounds considerably less enchanted with the U.S. of today:
“The world has become so Americanized that people look uglier than before. The more you consume, the less you think. People should buy less,” she said.
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