At times, I'd like to think of art exhibits as some kind of entertaining or funny chaotic event. Peut-être this sentiment goes along my being blasé pour toujours. Art can be really interesting but when you get a certain kind of acquaintance with it, it can sometimes be exhausting. Too much of something is not always a good thing but then when I recall Anna Dello Russo's words which are: ''Nothing succeeds like excess'', I always seem to reconsider.
Like fashion, art is a love/hate thing. At times, I'm so motivated about being an art history student and finding time to attend art exhibits. On the other hand, there are times when I could really say ''je m'en fous!'' at the top of my lungs. It's really a matter of my disposition that day. At the end of the day, I'm always more often than not concerned about elevating myself and no one else. So, I do believe I should start somewhere between art critic or artist or cultural writer or cultural avant-garde? Meanwhile, here I am at an exhibit hosted by Manila Contemporary.
Specs: YSL, jacket: Izzue, chemise: Esprit, cravate: Zara, mock croc belt: Celio, jean: Zara, lace-ups: Tyler.
Photo: Jacob Kho, Gian Cruz.