Lots of attention in this morning's press about a gala evening of high fashion awards. Judging from the quotes, and the photos, high fashion is performance art at its most immediate. Anyone can indulge in it; it needn't cost anymore than what you ordinarily spend on clothes. All you have to do is be yourself. Stick out.
Hmmm... Was Beethoven a conformist? Brahms? Bach? Where is the spirit that got them off the ground?
Is it just because their work has been printed, recorded, copied to death, that we are so removed from that zest, that sock-it-to-em drive that has to be what gave rise to such inventiveness?
