There was a massive sense of anticipation when entering Savage Beauty, the articles, teaser campaigns and the relentless posters in the museums sub way. I tried not to look, I was desperate not to be let down.
The exhibition certainly did not do that, the first few rooms
were subtle invitations centering on tailoring and early work, a stimulating
easy mix of fairy-tale step mother meets Mary Queen of Scots. This allowed you
to glimpse into the half-light of a slightly shifted reality.
Gradually as you became more and more seduced by this duvet of fantasy, the curators ratchet up the illusion until you entered the rooms of full on creative frenzy, dreamlike environments where nothing was certain other than the stimulation, beauty and imagination.
The setting of this show enabled you to go on a journey which lifted your heart and eyes only to throw then around the room doing delightful somersaults.
It took a while for me to process what I’d just seen and had to retreat to a back stairs corridor for minimal visual input.
The use of materials was overwhelming.
The attention to detail was relentless.
The overall creativity was humbling.