Monday, October 12, 2009

on a bayonet

Today I completely ignored my school work and focused on hammering a little dent in my fashion homework ( is my heaven by the way). Speaking of, I'm unfortunately ambivalent towards John Galliano's 2009 Spring RTW collection. Galli is a God, but that being said, grievances must be expressed. I was really grooving on the first five or so looks. I'm down for the London Bridges look/military anything. I even didn't mind the juxtapose of the soft shapes and fabrics with the masculine tailored trend. Then it just progressed into this weird Easter at the horse track situation. It may be the misanthrope in me, but really saturated, bright colors make me nauseous. It reminded me of... beach towel colors... not okay. I will say there are some really pretty gowns and dresses and I am sure I will see them soon on the red carpet. And that pink hair in the last photograph above is really making me jealous insane. Then there was this cool floral, almost water color print, which I would have liked in any other circumstance but this. All in all, it was treading the line of mish-mosh. Lingerie chiffon, red and black, military, Easter egg hunting, naval commanders, it was just too much to keep in mind. It should excite and entice, but I should never strain to remember a great collection.  I prefer a fluid cohesive progression of theme. That is just the obsessive compulsive in me. That is also my personal preference in fashion ideology for me. A collection is an experience, as I have lamented before, but truly, it has to remain steady and unwavering. There was just something about Galliano that was unbalanced. BUT that's just me, the incessant nit-picker and to end on a positive note, because you can't win me every time, but it's important to note when you do, Galliano's 2009 fall RTW was utter perfection. I decided to include some of my favorite shots because one, they are amazing, and two, one of my previous posts included a fall Galliano dress in an editorial and it's always nice to return to. Yes, there is nothing I love more than Russian anything. This collection on the other hand is quite extraordinary. There is luxury and an exoticism that wouldn't necessarily be associated with Russian tundra, but here I am transported to a cold, snowy wonderland of diamonds and Russian Christmas youth. Just chilling. 

Friday, October 9, 2009

plato's atlantis

It has taken me a few days, but I am finally able to put into words my feelings concerning the Alexander McQueen Spring RTW 2010 collection. Simply, utter incandescence. Lately, I haven't been knocked off my chair, shocked into new waves of electrical currency, or livened by the inhalation of newborn fresh air.... and with particular regards to what's on the runways. Eh, sorry, but it's the truth. Aesthetically  and conceptually, McQueen hit every groove on my palette. It was like watching evolution, literally. His models were like alien reptile-mammals. Claw-footed, gnarled, ghastly  pale, taught, incredible haired, alien reptiles! I must add, I completely bow down to those models for being able to and rocking the insane footwear. They moved like softly slow alien pod people that walk with a stiff, yet graceful fluidity. Ah the shoes! Such brilliance are the giant toe points, hoof-like shape, metal-industrial-like details, the incredible reptile skins and sequins. The shapes and textures were premium and flawless. Ok now let's get to the clothes! I know computerized, intricate, graphic designs are being explored by more than one, but McQueen takes it to a whole different level. The prints are almost more alive than the models and the entire progression of the collection was respectively fluid and ultimately cohesive. Sometimes, as you watch things go down the runway, you just get lost in them and that's the best because it becomes an experience, not just models wearing clothes. So all in all, let us all bow down to a master, the prince, and an utter delight every single time. 

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

little red riding vogue

Lately, I have been out of control busy. School and particularly work has completely consumed my energy, but my large employee discount and first dibs on cashmere and dvf make it all worth it. So much for indian summer however. Fall wouldn't be so bad, but the weather has been really rainy and gloomy. However, I had forgotten how much I love boots and  coats and scarves and the fact that whatever is underneath doesn't really matter. So helpful. These pictures are from last month's Vogue. I've been behind on posting all my magazine finds, plus my scanner is craptastic. They remind me of what fall should be and it gives me a fuzzy feeling inside. Truly. This is also in preparation for harvest times and Halloween. Been living on lentil soup and coffee, reading magazines and using chap stick every five seconds. Guess I'm not minding the fall after all. My blessed gem has just informed me RODARTE is the next designer for Target!! Out of control, I cannot wait! Supposedly, it will be out in December (20th) and there will be around 55 pieces (the most so far for all the Go International lines). UHHH I die. Can't wait to see what their thigh highs will look like! Thank god, something to keep me going through the winter. 

Saturday, October 3, 2009

new obsession

"We exist in the nervous bowels of Late Capitalism. In this age of disposable, plastic consumerism, I observe the late nights, the addiction, and the perverse. I am not a passive observer, but rather a reflexive participant. Where the disparate worlds of decadence and desperate necessity meet - the liminal spaces – those of consumption and addiction, I see the animalistic side of human nature, and it 

gives scope to the contemporary Human Condition. 

We are tourists in our own lives. We often miss the bits that are real."

Christopher Charlie Isoe, 2008