“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.” Coco Chanel
Last fall, I was walking the streets of Brooklyn, looking here and there, at this storefront and that, strolling aimlessly until I was stopped by a dress in a window; a sophisticated sleek column of ivory jersey whose elegance was subtly compromised by a front slit ‘up to there’. The woman who would wear this dress, I mused, would be queen and have realms to govern; would not think about grocery shopping or bills or even unfinished poems languishing in a folder; she would not have paperwork due; her feet would not hurt. A woman wearing this dress would have a story to tell. She would have seen grief, been broken, would have proudly stood back on her feet. A woman in this dress would look at life, give it a knowing smile and fearlessly move on. The dress was in Gail Lynch’s store window. I went in. This is the day I met the designer. She was surrounded by dresses laid out to dazzle the eyes, erotically charged dresses in gleaming silks, sumptuous lace, sheers and voiles and tulles of many hues meant to adorn women’s bodies as well as their souls. They were all alluring but that day, only the ivory dress called my name. There were a few fittings to ensure it would hug my body like my own flesh; the day it did, I left the store with a dress and a dream. Sunday, December 9th, Gail Lynch will be presenting her collection in a Fashion show at Brooklyn College and I will be happy to make the link between couture and poetry. You see, fashion, like poetry, tells a story…So come for your dress, your poem, and your dream!
Click on this link to see some of Gail Lynch’s fashion designs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VB-weikeVk0
Michèle Voltaire Marcelin