Gabriella Marina Gonzalez’s Autumn / Winter 11/12 Collection shows what remains after the inexorably decline of our shattered dreams.
The crudeness of desolation it’s all that we have, knitted clothes are covered by holes that leave uncovered proportions of skin, like open wounds, while the rest of the fabric falls to the ground throughout its length, distressed and worn. The last form of protection, the ultimate shield against the contingent, are harnesses wrapped around body parts, which try desperately to hold together the pieces of the garments. Not everything is lost, a violent, deep amost visceral poetry spread out the chaos. The beauty of a painful awareness of life acquires royal majesty, the acknowledgement of the non-sense inspires respect. Chains hanging from suspenders and leather collars are signs of our imprisonment in the cruel mechanics of conventions, but they must be worn proudly because testify the renounce to a fake and hallucinatory world. The massive wedges in black PVC with a suede insert closed by a buckle keep us firmly on the ground.
There is a glimmer of hope, the man hasn’t stopped dreaming, he stopped to confuse fantasy and reality, he can still create something marvellous, with the consciousness that nothing lasts forever.