the show goes on
all images courtesy of ulla johnson
Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the cinematic medium. Maybe it was the waking before the sunrise and seeing Ulla pinks start to paint they sky. Maybe it was the past SIX months of emotions building. Release. Build Up. Release. Braver. Stronger. Release. Hold Tight. Today, at 9:30 in the morning, Ulla, presented her most moving work-to-date. As a creative, we always hope to build upon the last. Make it better. Love it more. Some never do that, they write it differently, and we love it in its own right. She always paints a beautiful picture; but this one was truly a reflection of her. Her time. Her world.
A letter to New York: our home.
Even before COVID, and the mess it brought with it, we were re—writing what art meant, what the world meant, what WE meant. We (I and my collective family) started this months ago. Re-writing the world norm, a theme, a marketing story, a role for humans to play. Create change. Empower those around us. Inspire the ones who needed rays of sun and a voice while theirs was being silenced. And we would keep going until we reached our audience; the world.
THE SHOW GOES ON!
It’s been a dark six months. The city feels that. I feel that. The energy is silent. The windows reflect a ghost looking back at you. It is empty. The look on your face says you’ve tried. We are still trying. Fashion & Art moves me in a dream. Art saves my heart. Fashion is art. The colors, the textures, the patterns; never met a floral I didn’t love. Never dismissed a denim piece. Always perfecting the tension; strength and fragility; pretty, yet empowered. My own author to my narrative. My supporting cast always blurring the dark times with hope, merging strength when not your best.
THE SHOW GOES ON!
Maybe it was the past six months presented in one collection that said everything you had been feeling, living and coming to terms with. Maybe it was this equation of the city, the community, the team, the creative narrative we have been re-writing, together. Maybe it was the one medium that could articulate it all, while not having to say anything. Maybe it was the release I needed seeing that stunning palette with fragile linen lace, or the bold and empowering jewelry, saying I have my armor and I will rebuild.
We will rebuild.
Together.
THE SHOW GOES ON!
