Does every girl deserve a happily ever after ending on her wedding day? Fuck no – not every girl. Misery should reign in some cases I say. Especially on wedding day’s of the slightly deranged - because when it comes to style, an unhinged woman scorned is far more of an attraction than a vacant woman indulged in her foppish Mr Darcy fantasy. In fact for me, THE greatest character in English literature of all time has to be Dicken's Miss Havisham - representing a very British eccentricity that only pure pain can have caused. Extreme pain. To a woman. The kind that is unbearably searing. Excruciating. Agonising. Violently stabbing. That has to have revenge. And eventually leads to self-inflicted death.
At 8.40am on her wedding day, Miss Havisham received a letter from the man she was expecting to greet her at the end of the aisle in a matter of minutes. She had been gilted and from that moment onwards she stopped time dead in its tracks. Actually stopped it. Froze everything in that moment forever. All of the clocks in her house were deadened at 8.40am, never to tick a second further. She lived her remaining days in her wedding dress – and left her wedding feast out to rot - for the rats and moths and spiders to gorge on - decaying with it like a mould infested cake...
Such was her state of mind that she then adopted a daughter, raising her in such a twisted fucked up way that she "stole her heart away and put ice in it's place". Through her daughter’s cold heart, Miss Havisham scorned the world, scorned Pip, scorned her ex-husband-to-be and scorned herself. Yet whilst the clocks may have stopped, time did not. She grew old. And eventually set fire to herself - dying of a broken heart and melted throat. Tragique? Oui. But a woman who lives bitterly suffering and tortured forever in her cursed wedding dress, is surely the ultimate in a style statement.
I have something of an obsession with the Yiqing Yin SS13 couture collection. The Chinese born designer aims to create a garments that “protect and reinforce, being at the same time a second skin and a supple armour”. She looks to sculpts the emptiness around the body “searching for balance and points of rupture between the flowing zones and the sculpted zones”.
There’s something incredible Miss Havisham about the collection. Unfinished. Creased. Jagged. Web ridden. Scissored. Raw. Unhemmed. Encrusted. Hollow. Laced. Shredded. Crushed. Eaten. Gilted. Burnt. Ghostly. Dead. But somehow done with that fairy tale couture fantasy.
The finale piece especially is quite breath-taking...
It's too brilliant. If I’m ever a bride, Yiqing Yin is what I’ll wear. After all, the best form of revenge against a man is to look fucking hot, let the rats eat you and then go up in flames with the fuckers money in your pockets, laughing your way to hell!