Fear
Style could become a prison,
a hall of mirrors in which you can only reflect and imitate
yourself.
Yohji knew this problem to well.
Of course he had fallen into that trap. He had escaped from
it, he said, the moment he had learned to accept his own
style.
Suddenly the prison had opened up to a great freedom, he
said.
That, for me, is an author.
Someone who has something to say in the first place, who
then knows how to express himself with his own voice, and
who can finally find the strength in himself and the
insolence necessary to become the guardian of his prison
and not to stay its prisoner.
-- Wim Wenders, in Notebook on Clothes and Cities, 1989
a hall of mirrors in which you can only reflect and imitate
yourself.
Yohji knew this problem to well.
Of course he had fallen into that trap. He had escaped from
it, he said, the moment he had learned to accept his own
style.
Suddenly the prison had opened up to a great freedom, he
said.
That, for me, is an author.
Someone who has something to say in the first place, who
then knows how to express himself with his own voice, and
who can finally find the strength in himself and the
insolence necessary to become the guardian of his prison
and not to stay its prisoner.
-- Wim Wenders, in Notebook on Clothes and Cities, 1989