Look 5: The Well

Autumn Winter 2019 / 2020

The prince and the pilot wander through the desert, seeking the nourishment of the well. The sculptural silhouette mimics the “splash” effect of the little explorer diving into his dreams, heedless of judgment.

 

This is the only look with an auditory element–trimmed along the shoulders, the chains of copper bells tinkle with movement, echoing the lilt of the stars laughing at the prince’s hopes.

Jacket: Embossed silk brocade trimmed with copper chains, lined with silk satin, and finished with a velcro closure

Bloomers: Silk satin

“It’s strange,” I said to the little prince, “everything is ready: the pulley, the bucket, and the rope . . .”
He laughed, grasped the rope, and set the pulley working. And the pulley groaned the way an old weather vane groans when the wind has been asleep a long time.
“Hear that?” said the little prince. “We’ve awakened this well and it’s singing.”

“I’m thirsty for that water,” said the little prince. “Let me drink some . . .”
And I understood what he’d been looking for!
I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, eyes closed. It was as sweet as a feast. That water was more than merely a drink. It was born of our walk beneath the stars, of the song of the pulley, of the effort of my arms. It did the heart good, like a present. When I was a little boy, the Christmas tree lights, the music of midnight mass, the tenderness of people’s smiles made up, in the same way, the whole radiance of the Christmas present I received.
“People where you live,” the little prince said, “grow five thousand roses in one garden . . . yet they don’t find what they’re looking for . . .”
“They don’t find it,” I answered.
“And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water . . .”
“Of course,” I answered.
And the little prince added, “But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.” (Source)

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Look 5

The prince and the pilot wander through the desert, seeking the nourishment of the well. The sculptural silhouette mimics the “splash” effect of the little explorer diving into his dreams, heedless of judgment.

 

This is the only look with an auditory element–trimmed along the shoulders, the chains of copper bells tinkle with movement, echoing the lilt of the stars laughing at the prince’s hopes.

Materials

Jacket: Embossed silk brocade trimmed with copper chains, lined with silk satin, and finished with a velcro closure

Bloomers: Silk satin

Reference

“It’s strange,” I said to the little prince, “everything is ready: the pulley, the bucket, and the rope . . .”
He laughed, grasped the rope, and set the pulley working. And the pulley groaned the way an old weather vane groans when the wind has been asleep a long time.
“Hear that?” said the little prince. “We’ve awakened this well and it’s singing.”

“I’m thirsty for that water,” said the little prince. “Let me drink some . . .”
And I understood what he’d been looking for!
I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, eyes closed. It was as sweet as a feast. That water was more than merely a drink. It was born of our walk beneath the stars, of the song of the pulley, of the effort of my arms. It did the heart good, like a present. When I was a little boy, the Christmas tree lights, the music of midnight mass, the tenderness of people’s smiles made up, in the same way, the whole radiance of the Christmas present I received.
“People where you live,” the little prince said, “grow five thousand roses in one garden . . . yet they don’t find what they’re looking for . . .”
“They don’t find it,” I answered.
“And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water . . .”
“Of course,” I answered.
And the little prince added, “But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.” (Source)