Franck Sorbier Presents His New Haute Couture Summer 2023 Collection: Pérégrination

In search of ...

There are seasons, like this, of slow ripening. Still, I dreamed of going on a trip. First of all, I wanted to immerse myself in the “Fayoum portraits”, small tablets in wood or canvas painted with wax depicting the faces of the dead. These Egyptian mummies from the Greco-Roman era, found in the Libyan desert, around the Fayoum oasis, still fascinate me today.

A very beautiful story, a theme, which I had already approached during the “Short Stories” 2011 Summer Haute Couture collection, presented at Sotheby’s Paris.

Caravanserais, these places intended to shelter caravans and to accommodate travelers, in the East, I found there the desert, ITINERANCE...
I was moving little by little towards the EAST.
In the distance, I glimpsed bewitching mirages and a boundless attraction to Orientalism, this great artistic movement of the 18th century, which would reach its peak in the 19th century. A current, still today, celebrated by all the major arts.
HE! Yes!... Didn’t all these tales of The Thousand and One Nights, a tale of Persian, Indian and Arab origin, already make me dream when I presented this beautiful journey during the collection “Les Routes de l’Encens” 2003-2004 Fall-Winter Haute Couture, at the Opéra Comique.

Again, dissatisfaction or uncertainty...?
Isn’t Haute Couture that part of the dream that is essential in US and ALL?

This dream continued on its way... and this road took me to INDIA.
Right away, I was seduced by the mantra of great compassion:

“OM MANI PADME HUM”

The mantra is an instrument of thought, an invocation used for ritual purposes and meditative.
Indian grammarians translate it as “hidden words”.
The mantra has a saving value, it frees the mind.
The first mantras were probably composed around 1500 – 1000 BC.
From India, they spread with Buddhism to Tibet, Southeast Asia and the Far East.

The Rigvedea contains approximately 10,552 mantras, categorized into ten books called Mandalas.
The syllable “OM” is sacred, “MANI” means jewel in Sanskrit, “PADME” represents the word lotus.
The mantra contains a double meaning and thus has many dimensions.
The literal translation is “the jewel in the lotus”. We can thus understand a jewel that fulfills all wishes, a philosopher ’s stone.
The lotus emerges from the mud, crosses the water to bloom in the sun without being tainted, thus symbolizing beauty and purity.
There would be so much to write about the Sadhous, from the Sanskrit sādhu: holy man, good man having achieved his goal and about their philosophy.
They would be related to the gymnosophists, the naked philosophers whom the Greeks of Alexander the Great encountered when entering India.
They practice many disciplines: yoga, recitation of mantras, breath control, meditation, magic rituals, vow of silence...
They have no roof and spend their lives traveling the roads of India and Nepal, feeding on donations from devotees.
There are also Sadhu women called Sādhvī.
The illumination, the one I was waiting for, finally arrived with Holi: the Festival of Colors.

I could settle down ... Happy!

This Indian and Hindu festival is celebrated around the spring equinox.
It is both “the Rite of Spring and the Celebration of Fertility”.
The Holi is dedicated to Krishna, in the North and to Kâma, in the South, it is one of the oldest celebrations in India and which already existed in Antiquity.
On the second day of the festival, the protagonists, dressed in white, circulate with colored pigments, which they throw on each other.
It is then customary to apologize after having sacrificed to the colored rite by “Bura Na Mano”, “Holi hai” which means “don’t be angry” in the Hindi language.
These pigments have a very specific meaning:
green for harmony
orange for optimism,
blue for vitality
and red for joy and love.
Holi is the day when all castes mingle like all these color pigments.

The color arises, here and there, on the clothes like so many luminous and shimmering bursts, like an alchemy of lyrical abstraction.
The “scarves” or “handkerchiefs” spirit is on all the outfits. It flies and waves with the wind.
The colored silk organzas are superimposed, the shaded muslin plays with the mixture of pigments, the discolored checks, Madras style, in silk organza, deploy an extensive palette of warm and cold.
These are the predominant materials of this collection.
A few years ago, I said to Janie SAMET (Rest in peace!): “I’m so sad that I couldn’t do more.”
She then answered me: “When the dinner is good, there is no need to offer a multitude of dishes”.
This humanity, still relevant for some, will perhaps return with the good weather for others.
This “source” collection required hours and hours of passion.
The creations surrender to the depth of experience combined with the freedom of a rediscovered instinct, a quest for the creative and spiritual absolute.
The direction is more and more that of a Couturier Master of Art, where reflection rhymes with emotion.
Listen only to your heart and soul for a light, humble and joyful Haute Couture.

Frank Sorbier