Malgosia Bela by Luigi & Iango for Exhibition Magazine, Spring/Summer 2016
Posted Feb 27, 2016
Malgosia Bela invites us inside The Wax Issue by Luigi & Iango for Exhibition Magazine, S/S 2016. Witnessing the birth of true beauty we watch as Bela breaks free from mental tyranny, delivering one of the most important stories of this decade. Obliged by a duty to perform, a woman’s body becomes a picture of indentured servitude. Escaping enslavement, this asks the world to witness our truth. Tom Van Dorpe evades the bounds of modernity by bringing forth a unique set of styles. Extreme blending begins, with a slip worn under an over-sized jacket to an organza skirt with a matching sweatshirt. The fluidity of fashion fuses forms of all white, from a shrouded overlay to a frozen veil that appears to be melting. Using makeup made to change, Georgi Sandev invites the inside out as the body beautiful screams and shouts. Wrapped in a womb that feels like a tomb she dares to escape the confines of correctness. Tearing down walls of weariness we step inside the sanctity of self. Skin reflects our fight to survive, as the anguish of stagnancy makes way for truth to triumph.
The evolutionary process is profound yet unyielding. It allows us to imagine the extreme while forcing us to fight for our right to survive. Her fingers pull away from her face as the mask appears to melt. Like a toga falling to the ground, she wears a series of sheathed wraps and Waxed coverings. Spun in silk we watch the mighty heroine launch into a metamorphosis of change. Embedded inside a pod of purity Bela begins to become a butterfly. The gestures of gyrations explode over the page as a world inside the chrysalis is exposed. An intoxicating ride through the beauty of the body, each shot serves to portray our unlimited ability to grow. To view ourselves through this spectrum is to appreciate the art of evolution. Truth exists outside of our minds but gives our beings a compelling perspective. This is a comparative study in the nature of fluidity. A spectacle of sensation will call me to be all that I’m meant to be. Rising light of the morning sun makes way into the arms of one.