What Dreemz May Come
Just in time for Mardi Gras, Brooke Sauvage shares her new collection of Carnival-inspired clothing.
Timed with next week’s Mardi Gras festivities and our ongoing thematic series in conjunction with “Queer Tropics” at Pelican Bomb Gallery X, we’re sharing a new photoshoot featuring clothes designed by longtime Art Review contributor Brooke Sauvage.
Taking cues from sources as varied as Carnival couture, the Jacobin Club, and director and actor Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet (1996), the collection rethinks gender roles and considers how fashion is informed by, and can reimagine, the world around us.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
Hamlet in William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene I
Clothing: Brooke Sauvage
Hats: Humble Haberdasher
Photography: Naima Noguera
Lighting: John Sims
Makeup: Evan Hammond
Models: Stephanie Griffiths, Jesse Ray Guillory, Evan Hammond, Jeremy Phipps, and Raven Talifero
All items are available through Carousel Collective (3044 St. Claude Avenue).