What can you dream of now, which you still believe?

photo by monika bielskyte

michele lamy je hodajuće umetničko delo. možda kreacija nekog egipatskog boga… ili ciganskog? nekonvencionalna. smela. sa zlatom i dijamantima na zubima. ona koja je okrenula leđa korporativnoj modnoj industriji, a rekla da maštovitosti, individualnosti i artističnom u modi. bogatog fashion i životnog iskustva. kako i ne bi kada ima 1600 godina i 17 godina mlađeg partnera, takođe umetnika u modi i življenju, rick owensa.

alžirskog je porekla. nomadske krvi. šaman woman. vitko telo održava u formi boksom. drugačija od svih drugih. prste boji crnom kanom umesto lakovima. ali, ne čini je ekstravagantna spoljašnjost različitom, ona ima ono nešto što je odvaja, što je direktno vodi na vrh. &… ageless je.

ako pretražiš internet videćeš da je bila svašta, od striptiz umetnice, kabare plesačice, preko stiliste, vlasnice prestižnog kafea u la, do rep pevačice i slikarke. obrazovala se za pravnika i filozofa (bila je student filozofa gilles deleuzea).

na pitanje kog mladog dizajnera posebno ceni michele lamy je rekla da je to rei kawakubo. da je rei najmlađa i najneverovatnija od svih i da je to stanje duha, a ne broja godina… slažeš se?

ova stvar je tribute to slavnom pesniku langston hughesu i njegovoj poemi o starosti…

how do you feel – michele lamy feat. zebra katz

having no robins on the windowsill and loves in which to grieve
what can you dream of now, which you still believe?

having known snow in winter and burst of blooms in spring
what can you seek now, to make your heart still sing?

and if there should be nothing new, might not the same wonders do?
and if there should be nothing old, might not new wonders still unfold?

should nothing new or old appeal. still friends will ask “how do you feel?”

i’m ready. been searching come and find you, hold on steady
maybe, my arms are on you tell me if you, want me. reach me
let the bass unwind you, you might, feel me
i’m ready. I can reach you, maybe baby you might feel me

it was a long time ago.
i have almost forgotten my dream.
but it was there then,
in front of me,
bright like a sun—
my dream.
and then the wall rose,
rose slowly,
slowly,
between me and my dream.
rose until it touched the sky—
the wall.
shadow.
i am black.
i lie down in the shadow.
no longer the light of my dream before me,
above me.
only the thick wall.
only the shadow.
my hands!
my dark hands!
break through the wall!
find my dream!
help me to shatter this darkness,
to smash this night,
to break this shadow
into a thousand lights of sun,
into a thousand whirling dreams
of sun!