Sade English Anticlone exhibtion

Don't worry guys, I know it's April Fools but this post ain't no joke. My life is a joke all year round.

White. A blank page, or canvas? 

Nearly half a year ago, I attended the launch of the nonconformist brand Sade English, perched in the center of the bustling King's Road, mere moments before London Fashion Week. Huh, that really does seem like eons ago. Deep nostalgia aside (I'll leave that for Madonna and her dropping-faster-than-her-cape career) I was honored to attend Sade English's latest dimly-lit project, the ANTICLONE exhibition, the monochromatic stage set in the 5th Base Gallery, Shoreditch. 

Lying dormant, waiting for you to fall into its gaze. The ten photographs conceptualise the Anticlone movement which Sade is soaring out to the public faculty. The frames of the camera capture the environment and translates it into art, and this is the goal of Sade's collection; she aims to assemble the wearer from the inside.What strikes me is that every person made the subject of her art represents a dynamic of individualism. Dance, music, media; art isn't just about dusty paintings from centuries past. Each facet seeks to annihilate the stale and stuffy stereotypes imposed onto us by Western society. 

Sex-less and leathery. And no we're not talking about Madonna's sex life. Expression is oozed through shapeless, meandering tufts of leather, which are all unisex pieces. Is the future of fashion androgynous? Selfridges thinks so. Sade does, too. With lines between genders blurring, fashion is becoming more universally known as wearable art, and to me, that's more relatable than a Tumblr text post. 

Hung on geometric wooden structures, the pieces ballooned their silhouettes and floated behind a backdrop of a scratched, inky painting. The clutch bags, perched on top of palatial pedestals, the leather etched into snakeskin textures. The room was chilled and airy, the attendants drinking bottles of champagne and crystal shaped chocolates into the jetted night. 

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The artist herself!

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Trekking through Brick Lane, the smell of weed floating gently in the air, the sky gradually darkened in the twilight as if to prepare for the dark exhibition ahead.  And things got darker than Madonna's latest albums sales figures (if someone doesn't do a 'LEAVE MADONNA ALONE' Youtube video response to this I'll actually cry).

 I had a wonderful night with Kinga and Sade, it's always nice not to be dictated what you can and can't wear or see, and that's exactly what Sade believes in. And after a week of gendered fashion, this was pretty refreshing, to be honest!


What did you think of the exhibition?