I recently received a book from a dear friend who works up in the Italian Alps as a lumberjack. The book's title is "Nature", by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and it was written in 1836. I am pretty sure every person living in America knows or at least heard about this writer, thinker and philosopher who, for some reasons, I link to Thoreau.
Anyways, Waldo's views, the basis of Trascendentalism, suggested that God does not necessarily reveal the truth but that truth itself can be intuitively experienced from nature.
Brilliant! - I thought. The same - to further analysis, and after a couple of drinks - I imagined could be applied to fashion. In fact, fashion doesn't explain its deep source and meaning, but it can be grasped from direct experience, like, say, when you wear a pair of socks in the morning. After this revelation, I decided to grow a beard because I felt I really needed to go back to a primitive stage in order to really and deeply understand Alex McQueen