The Bible Woot Woot!

(Saabatical Bible?, Elie Saab?)
(Balmain bible?)
( I decide what I would look like on looklet.com)
(Rachel and Jacob, Dinah's father. Loving the blue&red.)
(Rebecca, Dinah's grandmother, with a guy I don't know of, in stunning white folds)
(The cover of The Red Tent, a masterpiece in itself)





So remember Rebecca, Esau, Jacob, and Rachel? Well they were the first Comme des Garcons-ers.

I’d just finished The Red Tent by Anita Diamant, who lives happens to actually live within a couple meters of my school.
A great adult friend of mine told me that she’d met Diamant, a great person who wrote the book (centered around Jacob’s only surviving daughter, Dinah, who appears in the violent scene where Jacob and his male heirs murdered the whole city of Shechem, accusing the prince of raping Dinah) because she just didn’t think that Dinah was raped-she believed that the prince and Dinah really loved each other.

Dinah as an adolescent is portrayed in the classical way, like Holden of The Catcher in the Rye, Peekay in The Power of One, and countless others. I’m not religious, and I understand the complexity of the different religions and schisms through my friends, but I love this portrayal because it is so real; I can connect her to a sensitive depressed teen, and a boy who gains strength through wrestling.

Diamant forms a character that is realistic, human, and most of all, charming. The general theme of the book is feminism, showing the true strength of women that have existed before the Common Era.
The book is called The Red Tent for a specific reason-it is in the red tent where Rachel, Dinah’s aunt stood up to her insane and greedy father, the place where all the women of the family gather and give each other strength.
All of the women way back in those days dressed simply, yet stunning.

The homemade dyeing and weaving makes the hues all natural, muted, and soft. The drape works perfect with the layering of blues and reds, and the soft shades.

These are the paintings of course. They’re better than Comme des Garcons (what? Is that actually possible?) in the sense that the attire is more natural, soft, and organic. Though I love Comme des Garcons with a lot of my mind, some of the pieces and looks are more chemical and unnatural in their method of drawing out emotions, and therefore not actually as genius as the women (or later painters) of BCE.

Note: If the book or my words offend yoru religion: then please forget my existence. I know this could be a delicate subject and some people dislike it interpreted like other literature.