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Self-portrait
(May 23rd, 2019)
Dallas Museum of Art, Dallas, TX, U.S.A
I planned to see "Dior From Paris To the World" exhibition as well as "Berhe Morisot, Woman Impressionist" at the Dallas Museum of Art a while ago, and last Thursday was a great opportunity to see both with the same ticket for special exhibitions.
The only issue was that the ticket was timed to avoid crowds, so I had to show up exactly at 6 PM to be allowed to enter "Dior". In the line, after checking, I asked whether I could see first the 70 impressionist paintings of Morisot instead of almost 200 haute-couture dresses of Dior because it would correspond better to my perceptive capacity (usually, I'm not able to experience more than one exhibition at a time, and I thought I'd need internal peace to admire the seminal impressionist brush strokes), but I was told that Dior was more important, and the ticket was timed, so I should go first see him, and then Morisot. I had a little argument trying to explain that I would like to decide myself what was more important to me before they let me finally go.
I spent over 1,5 hours admiring the treatment of the modern figure through the paintings of Morisot. There were just a few other people at the exhibition. I was unbothered by crowds; my eyes and soul were so ready to contemplate the ephemeral beauty of the 19th Centuary women portrayed with grace by Morisot. It felt so good. It made me dream.
There wasn't much time left to see Dior after as the museum closes at 9 PM on Thursdays, but the same man I argued with earlier about my timed ticket let me in, so I could get an idea of what that famous revolutionary celebration of femminity in Dior designs was after World War II when it emerged in Paris. Surprisingly, I wasn't that attracted to haute-couture dresses at all except for one long pleated crepe Georgette dress that cought my eye from collaboration with Gianfranco Ferre: Palladio, Haute-Couture Spring-Summer 1992 from Balmy Summer Breezes collection. I was much more enchanted by legendary photographs and sketches.
I took this self-portrait in the main exhibition long hall called "Ladies in Dior" where you could see all the famous dresses worn by famous women. The line was so long, it was so crowded, and I was the least interested in those, so I had really great time shooting my reflected self-portraits. I might be sharing two more from this place.
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About the project:
I wish to look at myself in all reflected streets and places I will be passing by. These self-portraits are inspired by Vivian Maier's self-portraiture: www.vivianmaier.com
│à la Vivian Maier project│
Self-portrait
(May 23rd, 2019)
Dallas Museum of Art, Dallas, TX, U.S.A
I planned to see "Dior From Paris To the World" exhibition as well as "Berhe Morisot, Woman Impressionist" at the Dallas Museum of Art a while ago, and last Thursday was a great opportunity to see both with the same ticket for special exhibitions.
The only issue was that the ticket was timed to avoid crowds, so I had to show up exactly at 6 PM to be allowed to enter "Dior". In the line, after checking, I asked whether I could see first the 70 impressionist paintings of Morisot instead of almost 200 haute-couture dresses of Dior because it would correspond better to my perceptive capacity (usually, I'm not able to experience more than one exhibition at a time, and I thought I'd need internal peace to admire the seminal impressionist brush strokes), but I was told that Dior was more important, and the ticket was timed, so I should go first see him, and then Morisot. I had a little argument trying to explain that I would like to decide myself what was more important to me before they let me finally go.
I spent over 1,5 hours admiring the treatment of the modern figure through the paintings of Morisot. There were just a few other people at the exhibition. I was unbothered by crowds; my eyes and soul were so ready to contemplate the ephemeral beauty of the 19th Centuary women portrayed with grace by Morisot. It felt so good. It made me dream.
There wasn't much time left to see Dior after as the museum closes at 9 PM on Thursdays, but the same man I argued with earlier about my timed ticket let me in, so I could get an idea of what that famous revolutionary celebration of femminity in Dior designs was after World War II when it emerged in Paris. Surprisingly, I wasn't that attracted to haute-couture dresses at all except for one long pleated crepe Georgette dress that cought my eye from collaboration with Gianfranco Ferre: Palladio, Haute-Couture Spring-Summer 1992 from Balmy Summer Breezes collection. I was much more enchanted by legendary photographs and sketches.
I took this self-portrait in the main exhibition long hall called "Ladies in Dior" where you could see all the famous dresses worn by famous women. The line was so long, it was so crowded, and I was the least interested in those, so I had really great time shooting my reflected self-portraits. I might be sharing two more from this place.
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About the project:
I wish to look at myself in all reflected streets and places I will be passing by. These self-portraits are inspired by Vivian Maier's self-portraiture: www.vivianmaier.com