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Hybridity as Truth: The future of culture belongs to fashion and art together

Hybridity as Truth

The future of culture belongs to fashion and art together.

The future of culture is being woven not within disciplines, but between them. It is emerging in the seams—where fashion becomes sculpture, where art drapes itself across the body, where a handbag carries as much intellectual weight as a bronze cast or a textile wall-hanging. To speak today of “fashion” and “art” as if they are distinct, parallel universes is to miss the urgency of what is unfolding. The two are collapsing, gloriously, into one. And our museums, fairs, and houses must keep pace.

This dialogue, of course, is not new. Elsa Schiaparelli worked with Salvador Dalí to bring Surrealism to the body; Yves Saint Laurent immortalized Mondrian in wool and silk; Rei Kawakubo’s radical garments have hung in the galleries of the Met and the V&A as comfortably as they stride down the runway. Fashion and art have always circled one another, trading glances and gestures. But what we are witnessing today is different. This is no longer influence or flirtation—it is hybridity. It is collapse. It is a refusal of borders. The runway is now a gallery, and the gallery is now a runway.

Consider Jonathan Anderson’s Loewe, which does not merely borrow from artists but becomes a vessel for them. Sheila Hicks’ tangled, chromatic universes of thread—once meant for the wall or the plinth—are now carried in the hand, woven into pouches that feel more like tactile poems than accessories. Linda Benglis’ molten gestures, historically caught in bronze or latex, have been transmuted into leather, each fold echoing the artist’s rebellion against formality. These are not “inspired by” collections. They are collaborations that allow an artist’s language to live in motion, on bodies and in lives. In Anderson’s hands, Loewe has become as much a cultural institution as any gallery, each collection a curatorial act.

Louis Vuitton’s Artycapucines series makes the claim even bolder: the handbag itself as sculpture. Kennedy Yanko’s Capucine, for instance, is no longer simply leather shaped into a functional form. It is skin of oxidized metal, pleated and crumpled as if frozen mid-collapse. Rust blooms across its surface like lichen on stone. It is at once wearable and monumental, a sculpture scaled to be carried in the crook of an arm. What is radical here is not just the object, but its refusal to sit comfortably in one category. Is it luxury accessory? Is it contemporary art? The answer, of course, is both—and in that refusal lies the truth of hybridity.

At Schiaparelli, Daniel Roseberry has turned couture into myth. His gowns are not garments but reliquaries: jewel-encrusted hearts stitched into crimson silk; gilded lungs spread across the chest like votive offerings; embroidery so intricate it mimics brushstroke. A dress is no longer a dress—it is a shrine, a story, a sculptural performance. Roseberry’s work insists on devotion. To craftsmanship, yes, but also to imagination itself. A Schiaparelli collection belongs as much in the Musée d’Orsay as it does on the steps of the Met Gala. He does not borrow from art history—he extends it.

And then there is Colm Dillane’s KidSuper, where art simply takes the shape of clothing. Dillane’s canvases migrate onto coats; his brushstrokes wrap torsos; his runways unfold as living installations. One season it is theatre, another circus, another street parade. His work proves that fashion can be the exhibition itself, that a garment can carry the same artistic weight as a painting hung on a wall. “Fashion and art are about creating worlds where people can dream,” Dillane has said. And in his universe, hybridity is not the exception—it is the rule.

To continue to silo these practices—fashion in boutiques, art in museums—is to ignore what our time demands. Creativity thrives in circulation. Ideas are enriched by migration across disciplines. As John Howkins has written of the creative economy, value today comes not from objects themselves, but from the velocity of ideas. Silos slow that velocity. They close doors precisely when we should be opening them. We should be asking: What happens when a Schiaparelli gown is accessioned into the permanent collection of a contemporary art museum? What happens when an Artycapucines is displayed beside a Kennedy Yanko sculpture? What happens when KidSuper is reviewed in Frieze with the same rigor as in Vogue?

The answer is simple: the creative economy expands. Collectors, curators, designers, and audiences stop competing for relevance and begin building ecosystems together. This is not a passing trend or a marketing ploy. This is the new logic of culture: hybridity as truth. The boundary between art and fashion is not blurring—it has already dissolved. The only question that remains is whether our institutions will recognize it.

Fashion does not “aspire” to art. Fashion is art. To deny this is to deny the extraordinary craftsmanship, vision, and devotion that radiate from these works. To cling to old distinctions is to cling to irrelevance. If museums, art fairs, and fashion houses open their doors to one another—not as separate worlds, but as one shared creative economy—we will all benefit. More porous boundaries mean more circulation, more collaboration, more innovation. It means a future where the handbag, the gown, and the painting all belong to the same chorus.

The time for separation is over. The future of culture is interstitial, porous, and unapologetically hybrid. This is not a forecast. It is a manifesto. Hybridity is truth—and the sooner we embrace it, the richer our creative world will become.

Friday 09.05.25
Posted by Dylan Turk
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