Dress. Dine. Wine
- bericarobinson
- Mar 14
- 2 min read
Fashion and food… one could argue that food is a need and fashion is a want. But I’d argue both are necessities.
Fashion is art in motion—creativity that clothes. And there’s something about couture that feels excessive until you’re standing in front of it.
Then it feels necessary.
As I walked through Viktor & Rolf. Fashion Statements, the juxtaposition continuously caught my attention: whimsical tops paired with structured trousers, motorcycle helmets styled with evening gowns, ostentatious dresses, classic trench coats adorned with bows in varying scales and silhouettes.
Unapologetically theatrical.A loud and confident statement.Nothing whispered.
It was a reminder that there are no rules. Creativity is meant to be imagined and reimagined as you deem it.
The boldness of it all reminded me that perspective is varied—and mine is just that. Mine. It is unique. And it is meant to be owned loudly and unapologetically.
As I step into this new season of my life—where alignment is becoming louder and harder to ignore—the exhibit felt timely. Dreams require risk. They demand what they demand. You either rise to meet them, or you don’t.
The decision is yours.
At dinner, each course was inspired by themes from the collection. The simple act of curating dishes in dialogue with the exhibit illustrated how one creative gift can spark another. The evening—the dinner and its corresponding wines—existed because two men followed their vision boldly enough to build an exhibition. And because a chef, event curator, and sommelier chose to interpret it.
Creativity doesn’t live in one discipline. It grows. It inspires. It travels. It translates.
One night. One exhibit. One dinner.
Fashion became food. Food became conversation.Conversation became connection.
Assigned seating meant strangers at first. Ironically, most of us arrived alone—fashion and art enthusiasts intrigued by something different. We didn’t know what to expect. We simply showed up.
There’s beauty in showing up for yourself, even when it feels uncomfortable.
By the panna cotta, we were discussing books, ambition, travel, encouragement, and the quiet courage it takes to live life on your terms.
Maybe that’s what the evening taught me.
That living well sometimes means pushing your boundaries. Stepping outside the comfort zone.
Allowing yourself to take up space.
To be confident.
To be bold.
To make statements.
Period.
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