Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Villian Wins After Happily Ever After

I had a dream last night that I only just remembered, which in turn triggered a memory of a conversation I had with a friend yesterday.

We went to the beach. Nikki Beach, more specifically. I always had friends who raved about how South Beach was the best beach to go to in South Florida. Personally found it overrated, more partial to the Fort Lauderdale beaches myself. But, I was asked to go yesterday so I went. My love for beaches in general is far stronger than my preference for any particular one.

People have this idea of South Beach as a fabulous, gorgeous place. Filled with fabulous, gorgeous people doing fabulous, gorgeous things. I arrived to Nikki Beach and found... a beach. It was a very nice beach mind you, but in my head I had created this image of flawless beings sipping sparkling cocktails in dewy glasses sunbathing on white towels, evenly spaced beneath white umbrellas stabbed into fine grain sand. There were pretty people there, and umbrellas, and the water did feel perfect. It just wasn't some paradise straight from my imagination. I told my friend this and he pointed out my towel wasn't even white, so even if my fantasy vision were true, I would have destroyed it upon my arrival.

He is right in a way. My real life presense takes away from my imagination. I find myself constantly being disappointed because in my head, I see things as being so completely perfect and beautiful. It's impossible, at least in my eyes, for anything real to match up. So, I am never really satisfied. In my dream last night I imagined driving through a fantastic place. I can't describe it because for me, that would take away from what I saw in my head.

I guess that's why people make movies. And art. And why I want to make clothes. To camoflauge the truth. To fake what I dream and make it tangible.

It's very frustrating to need more and more to take your breath away. To be in love with beauty, but to have an increasingly high standard for what defines it.




Fairy tales aren't true?
♥ Lini.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

PERSONALLY, I don't believe creating art or design is completely used to camouflage the truth. I think it's because the real world is boring, and some people would rather live in falsified realities, dreamlands, fantasies than watch the same old cnn report.