“Questo non è un romanzo. E neppure un racconto. Questa è una storia. Inizia con un uomo che attraversa il mondo, e finisce con un lago che se ne sta lì, in una giornata di vento. L’uomo si chiama Hervé Joncour. Il lago non si sa.”
“This is not a novel. And not even a tale. This is a story. It begins with a man travelling over the world and ends with a lake standing still, in a windy day. The man’s name is Hervé Joncour. No one knows the name of the lake.”
Lonely thoughts by the lake, Mountain glimpses … also for Zhu Chongyun. Then, Waves in their continuous movement. Waves like guidelines. Zhu Chongyun is the bridge: the connection between East and West. She travels for us, like Hervé Joncour was looking for the silk. The path is known, the routes are well-acquainted: iconic garments and romantic litanies, connected to the concealed East, enlivened by continuous interruptions. Stylistic fractures and unexpected chromatic effects interchange with a sophisticated contemporaneity, which actualizes the tradition: such as a modern “haiku”.
She is Krizia, and she is like we know her. With her scratching and roaring tiger, embroidered with a multicolour jacquard and a laser leather, new metaphors of research, and innovation.
She is the queen: the tiger, the emblematic tiger. Looking for her is challenging, finding her is reassuring: she hides in macro and micro tissue blooms amidst a rich camouflage.
He is Hervé Joncour. He plays, as best he can in his closed world, torn apart in a duplicity which consumes him: husband and lover at the same time.
He is a merchant, hungry for gazes, or better, for just one gaze, beyond the waves. The story goes on with plissè, flounces, rouches: every detail, meant to divide, blends with the new and chains two separate and unlimited realities, not only for Hervé.
This is my Krizia in Fashion-Book crossover with Baricco. Since the beginning, “Silk” is a gentle novel, using dreamy and soft tones, a clear representation of “good writing”. The plot is fluent and enjoyable, although meticulously designed into details, which lead us into the main character’s shoes and experience any emotion with him. Herve Joncour lives on his dualism with such a marvel to sacrifice his daily routine for a chimeric and unrealistic love: hence, his previously mentioned dichotomy. Being so dissimilar to anyone and moving through conflicting desires, make him a bridge between two worlds. Zhu Chongyun for Krizia, takes care of this kind of union: the connection between art and fashion, between East and West, between precious manufacturing and sculptural cocktail dresses, due to great manufacturers. The signs of the journey appear, therefore, vivid in that swirl of waves, which forms and volumes are inspired by: wool threads with crisp silk, mohair with organza, stretch and pleated, the result of cutting-edge technology and Italian craftsmanship, come together, then, with the soft ice-cream, the lake blue, the light water blue, and iridescent gold Thus ,we get back to the “Silk Road”across the ocean.
This book was a part of me, impressing my heart and marking a transition time in my life, like Hervè’s journeys.
And what about you? Is there any book stuck in your heart?
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(image of Krizia SS17 taken from NowFashion)