Kate Moss must be some kind of fashion savant because her mouth does not work right. No wonder she pulled a Garbo for so long. Ace move sweetheart. Way to play to your strengths.
I have been mentally obsessing over this 2003 spread. Am I jonesing hard for the early 2000s now that we're leaving this decade in the dust? Bay Garnett is my azimuth compass. And that compass is telling me it's ok to wear sweats with gigantic Wilma-sized pearls.
When I stay in bed all day eating bon bons and watching In Treatment, sweat pants begin to become a concept I toy with. Why not sweatpants? Tell me. And I mean real shitty high waisted 50/50 cotton poly blend $9.99 at K-mart sweatpants, not luxury cashmere blend Rick Owens that need to be dry cleaned or handwashed. I am talkin' super-laze for the girl who does her own laundry. Ones that if you put in the time with become as soft as old flannel. You gotta do the work. It is a process!
I have been dealing with themes of Madonna levels of fame and how you stop giving a shit about looking hot all the time and start being real and wearing silk boxing shorts with freshly showered wet hair because they feel amazing. Take Julian Schnabel por ejemplo, oh the Toronto premiere of my new film? Sure I mean I'll wear a blazer over my silk pyjamas. Of course. 2011 is all about going wherever however you want.
How are you not dying over these Paige Gamble clutches? The chocolate lizard with the patinaed copper is my favorite. The prices are out to lunch but f-f-f-fantasy pieces usually come with fantastical prices. Where is myBarry Diller?
I've been feeling dem autumn blues again and vacillate between expecting the new school year vibe to wash over me and make me want to care about dressing and conversely wanting to give up. Then when I think about it I want to do both. And why can't I do both? Mostly because my ultimate desire is to be some curled up in bed watching Fassbinder movies until I fully (read: never) believe in my Teutonic hag potential. Mostly I've been watching the first season of Damages if you want the real God's honest truth and that's what's been keeping me from entertaining any notion of changing the program.
I am very into the idea of making a printed pant and shirt combo a la Miu Miu S/S 2010 in this crazy Peter Woodward for Liberty of London fabric, but also a little like the A.P.C. ads and all those crazy Texas tuxedos that kept popping up for S/S 2011.
A.P.C. had a brilliant shot of one in the new Gentlewoman, which I'm too lazy to scan but it looks like this. Note the disgusting poly blend chambray that is probably too lightweight for a proper pant but is exactly what I love about it. It might also be my own BSC throwback love that I'm not ready to admit because I'm not some dummy living in Bushwick.
Peter Woodward's print looks like some weird manga pajama print. Normally I hate unicorns but when tempered with leaping celestial lions and dragon dogs they are made ok somehow. I think it'd work for an ensemble.
Remember how I said it's all about the cut of the cloth, the cloth itself can be anything, at least in my mind. Realistically this needs to be made into a dress, a Shelley Duvall type apron dress. Or curtains. Both? But those feel like a cop out to the original idea. This print is full on Tsumori Chisato weird but cost prohibitive in terms of going nuts without knowing exactly how much fabric you'll need so you'd need to know an exact amount before beginning. Damn you Liberty for being so expensive and far away and for selling fabric in meters. The Stonecutters and I have something to say about that.
Rochas was kind of all over the map but there was plenty for me to like anyway. It was less cohesive than last season and I can't say I'm in favor of black knee high stockings in most instances but it's not like anyone is going to buy those (fingers crossed). I'm worried about how Prada will translate for the Forever 21 buying masses. How are we going to democratize Josephine Baker monkey smocks? Is that something the world at large knows how to handle? Answer: No. I always worry with styling that people are going to focus on the easily duplicated pieces and lose sight of what the collection was about. What was this collection about? It was about a lot of things.
There was a lot of thrifted vintage Amanda De Cadenet/Courtney Love/Winona Ryder red carpet moment dresses. You are in my heart and soul, you trash cans! I love anything with a bias 30s cut and these were formative images for my adolescent brain.
Then there's that Biba-esque jumpsuit. I think the secret to this little number's success is having Lindsey Wixson inside of it. That little budgie face, I want to smash it. Seriously though, spring palazzos, think about it.
I don't know why I love that raw silk Carol Burnett coat so much. It's a hausfrau cliche, and I love it. Just add a small handbag to pull your look together. Don't bother removing your cleaning kerchief either, just leave it. In this instance I can totally understand the need for a knee stocking but I feel that it will turn the blogosphere into Clueless in about 3 months. Y'all can't handle the hausfrau, you're all going to fuck it up halloween style by turning every outfit into a "sexy school girl" outfit.
This third look has me confused, I love it and I can't figure out what it exactly reminds me of. Part Chloe Sevigny when she was all JNCO-ed out, interning at Sassy, part Julian Schnabel. There's a rave element, but it's like Marchesa Casati at a rave. It looks like the first time I tasted an oyster.
This last look also has incongruous elements that add up to something, perhaps only my brain enjoys, so symbiotic and good that I don't expect anyone else to care or get what it is. Disco Rumspringa.
This is my nightmare. It's a kitten sneeze away from an ankle fracture and a nip slip all in one. Those shoes are OOC. Who am I kidding, I call nip slip already. Those things are taped or I've just forgotten how perky 18 is was.