I sometimes wonder at what point hoch-couture transcends to hoch-art (if there is such a thing)? I feel like with each new season grows this strange fetishistic desire to push the boundaries of fashion by creating higher, more impossible heels as well as sadistically tailored dresses and blouses and the like. Don't get me wrong, kind reader, I love my couture like any other 20 year old lass - but at what point should an artist/designer stop being celebrated, and instead incarcerated?
this is but a baby-mild example of what I am talking about. This to me is exciting and fresh, and if anything, a piece of moving installation art.