| Vivienne Westwood’s
                      Music for Chameleons
 
 PARIS, March 1, 2005 - On Saturday in the weekend that divided Milan from Paris,
    flocks of models descended on the tiny Rue de Mail for a casting call at Vivienne
    Westwood's local offices. As the world's most beautiful women stood in a drafty
    hallway shivering, look book in hand, you had the impression that most of them
    were probably wondering whether they would get their five minutes of fame on
    the catwalk. Of course, the odds were stacked against them, because no matter
    how talented or genetically perfect you may be, the fashion world is a fickle
    place that can turn on you in a heartbeat.
 
 But by the time the lights came up at the Vivienne Westwood show on Tuesday
      morning, all of that uncertainty got swept away by the élan of the
      moment, because fashion people are attracted to sparkle, power and glamour,
      just like chameleons to Mozart.
 
 When you talk about fashion, you can talk about clothes, or you can talk
      about art, and in the case of Viv, art will do - each piece that hit the
      lacquered ebony runway was intricately wrapped and layered, swirled in
      a tapestry of textures and colors that oscillated like those magical lizards,
      referencing, perhaps, her closest spiritual ally, Christian Lacroix. Both
      designers draw inspiration from London of the 70s, a period in time when
      dissent was à la mode, and
    when the conception of love was somewhat freer - that counter-cultural whiff
    brings so much hard core statement to their clothes. Whether in pleated skirts
    falling over leotards, or in appendages fluttered from skirts, there was a contemporary
    verve to everything. It was a reworking of a baroque ideal, and that pairing
    of contrasting elements was even reflected in the soundtrack that morphed from
    rock, to "Chansons d'amour", to 18th century counterpoint and back
    again. Add in models sporting two dissimilar boots, and the sonic effect
    begins to build. By the time a dress of wispy snow-white tulle or a folded
    chiffon mocha-colored gown floated down the catwalk, the tonal spectrum was
    complete.
 
 Viv, who was drinking mineral water from a plastic cup backstage, said
      of her own triumphant turn in the spotlight, "the music gets me going".
 
 But Westwood's fusion of ideas comes from a variety of sources, from the
      sublime to the profane, and her program notes were full of propaganda cutouts,
      replete with slogans unprintable here. Also in the brochure, you would
      find a petition to free Leonard Peltier, a Native American, who according
      to notes, is falsely imprisoned though the FBI under the Freedom of Information
      Act has released exonerating evidence. And then, you could turn to the
      last page, where Viv's own thoughts on her hardcore diamond collection
      were printed: "We
      all want diamonds: a hard core power of light--I wanted things that are
      human, very close and understood, hearts and piercing arrows - all's fair
      in love and war."
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