The first spiritual want of a barbarous man is decoration. Thomas Carlyle Clothes came later. Even before the rudimentary forms...
Then weave for us a garment of brightness: May the warp be the white light of morning, May the weft...
There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak...
All this I see, and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. But art, not...