Pardon me, but it’s that time when I talk about nude girls :)

    Well, not really nude, and not nude, but supermodels, and not just for nothing, but as an example of peak of modern fashion design, but the idea remains the same: the picture of dresses, blouses and pants, which are made by Italian designer and professor at Hoеchschule fuеr Grafik und Buchkunst Alba d'Urbano, exactly repeats the image of her own naked body – from front, back, side and even top, in the shoulder area. Project, which was started in 1997, but hasn’t lost its ingenuity even now, is called Il sarto immortale. If anyone is walking around in New York City, you should check out The National Museum of Design – it hosts Skin: Surface, Substance, and Design exposition until September, which contains works of d’Urbano.

    All clothing looks very interesting – the person looks dressed, but not really dressed. The idea is not really new – T-Shirts with naked breasts and shorts with images of bare ass on the back have long captivated tourists from Asian countries. Alba d’Urbano, however, raised this to aristocratic level: evening dresses, tuxedos, glasses with finest wine. But while sitting at the presentation of this collection, it probably still feels more like being in a public female spa. Probably.

    Actually, these dresses can be purchased in an internet-store Couture Shop [production is done in a plant in Hong-Kong. Only problem is the cost: a wimpy t-shirt costs a mere $55 bucks, while a full-length night dress would run whopping $3067 United States dollars. I think that this clothing hides defects of figure real well however – because Alba herself seems to have nearly perfect body.

    I’d be glad to look for some sort of philosophical meaning in all this haute couture , but I seem to be brain-dead today. Only thing that comes into that head for some reason is a book “Silence of the Lambs”, in which a maniac used to make costumes for himself out of ladies, skillfully murdering them in the basement of his own house. From here – a hypothetical question: if that maniac had ability to buy himself one of the abovementioned dresses from Alba, would we be able to see Anthony Hopkins in a role of Hannibal Lecter? Huh? Huh? No answer.