Behind the Curtains of Tales & Tellers: Miu Miu’s Dreamworld in Chelsea



Each installation and character a depiction of a woman you might know, or think you’ve met before. I ended up staying long enough to see the performance twice, which only deepened the sense of a fragmented story looping not just on screens but in real time, unfolding all around us. The scenes eventually converged — the characters came together, dancing, raving — before it all reset and began again.
With my film camera in hand, I tried to document the dreamlike, cinematic tension between performance and reality. The stillness of the images, set against the movement of the performance, revealed something unexpectedly tender in each subject: a glimpse of character beyond the fabric they wore.
Tales & Tellers left me wondering. I couldn’t possibly encounter all 36 characters — I left wanting more. Raised in art school since I was four, I grew up believing that fashion and art couldn’t mix — that fashion was inherently commercial, and art had to remain untouched by market logic. But walking out of the Terminal Warehouse on Friday night, I found myself questioning that belief. Maybe in the postmodern era, fashion can be art, and art can be fashion — and revenue doesn’t have to be what defines the difference.