Slashed and bound she keeps the chic. Out of work the distracted hair hides calmly under a bunker hat - shame under the rim. Is it really that she is frivolous or under attack? There are no scars under Fontana’s slashes and torn down sleeves, while rug ridden knees stay well concealed. She confuses with hues and forms of photographic remakes à la Morandi while disappearing in the ocher dust of schrapnel bombs. The real treat comes at home while she puts on her shoulders the ‘Artist’s Breath’ unrolling the curtains to the view of rolled up body bags.
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, was nothing I deserved, and nothing I received. Holding on to the misery and tragical loss of a legend. Giving way to circus clowns and pantomime. Pantomiming fashion. It’s one of those performances without words. A silent movie for German tourists in Milan. Someone please pull the Paglialunga plug.
1. Jil Sander Spring/Summer 2016
2. Sigalit Landau Barbed Hula, 2000
3. Oliver Laric Versions (Missile Variations), 2010
4. Filippo De Pisis Amanti, 1931
5. Grace Jones Warm Leatherette, 1980
6. Paul McCarthy Santa (with Butt Plug), 2002
7. Pablo Picasso Pierrot, 1918
8. Jil Sander Spring/Summer 2016