Today I spent some time photographing a few scarves I intend to pass on to my favourite niece – every scarf collection needs a bit of judicious pruning every now and then – and since the results were rather good I got carried away and decided to take pictures of some of my favourite scarves as well, and perhaps feature them in my blog. After all, a blog is all about self indulgence, and I am never more self indulgent than when in the presence of a desirable scarf.
Like most people I experience periods of pain & suffering, sadness & hopelessness. Sometimes life just doesn’t seem all it is cracked up to be! People differ in their responses to such periods. Some flee into alcohol, anti-depressants, drugs, or jelly-donuts, others bury themselves in work, many pick up a string of undesirable lovers in singles bars in search of tantric sex to achieve Nirvana and release from suffering.
Me, I flee into the world of Hermes. Scarves, that is. Their bags don’t really interest me, their saddles fail to amuse, and as to their home-ware and clothes, well I consider them overpriced and unattractive. Of course there are the whips …. But as I said, tantric sex is not for me.
Hermes scarves are superior to other, lesser, scarves in every way. The silk is heavier (each scarf weighs 64gr), the colours are richer, and the designs are of the greatest artistic quality, possibly because they are created by proper artists, people who paint real pictures whenever they are not busy designing scarves.
I like to get close to a work of art, and to do that I need to look at it for hours and days and years – standing in front of the Mona Lisa for a minute or two with people pushing me to move on does nothing for me.
That’s why Hermes scarves are so perfect for me. Each is a work of art, with gorgeous designs and colours, and it feels good and smells nice, too! And when I am done looking at it I fold it away and return it to my collector’s chest. Even better, since I wear scarves every day anyway I can utilise them as items of apparel, thus reducing feelings of guilt associated with spending small fortunes on them. I like to think that they actually reduce my clothing bill, because the scarves look best with simple clothes (they almost always clash with patterns) – and how many simple clothes can one have? How many beige dresses and grey skirts?
Of course I am just deluding myself. I love waistcoats (of which later) and cardigans, and have many in non-neutral colours. And guess what, each requires a different scarf to go with it! Anyone unacquainted with the subject has no idea how many different shades there are for each colour, and how tricky it can be to properly colour-coordinate one’s outfit. But hey, I am not complaining!
When times are gloomy and I feel depressed I take out my scarves and unfold them one by one, and contemplate and admire them and glory in my possession, and soon whatever troubled my mind lifts and vanishes and I am happy again.
My favourite scarf The first scarf is Les Folies du Ciel. The background of the scarf is a beautiful golden yellow and orange, like the sun on a summer day atop of Glider Mountain
The artist who designed this scarf is Loic Dubigeon. If you are of a chaste or innocent disposition I recommend you do not google him, because his non-Hermes art work can only be described as pornographic. He seems to have been a very divided character. I like to think that if he had trouble getting into heaven on account of his unchaste illustrations, he could easily float above the walls by means of one of the contraptions depicted on Les Folies du Ciel and land inside of paradise. Of course St Peter would have a fit, but Loic would be welcomed by any number of grey haired little old ladies who adored his Hermes scarves. Even an irate St Peter wouldn’t have the heart to tell all those innocent beldames why he wanted to evict the risqué artist from heaven, and so he would be allowed to stay. The beldames, incidentally, knew all about Dubigeon’s saucy drawings, but never mentioned it to St Peter; he was such an innocent, bless him, and needed to be protected from such things.
But enough whittering, here are the photos! Look at the next post as well, I can’t put all the photos into one post, and this scarf warrants as many photos as possible.
