Thursday, February 10, 2011

it's heeeere

It's Fashion Week!
I shall do my best to chronicle the best and brightest as they appear but will make no promises as to timeliness.
HOWEVER, I did start out well: first day has closed and I am now head-over-heels for Steven Alan. The models look like Western bohemian hobos who left their former jobs as tailors to become train-hoppers. It's phenomenal.
Also, the debut collection from What Goes Around, the NYC vintage boutique, is to die for. While some take vintage and use it as 'inspiration' but only produce a non-cohesive amalgamation of every 70s era designer (cough Rachel Zoe cough), WGA had beautiful ties throughout their collection - notably, leopard, floating wide leg trousers, and sheer skirts. I want it all.
Lastly, the Rodarte for Opening Ceremony, which I can't even talk about because I'm too sad about not being able to afford it. It's what you'd expect form a diffusion Rodarte line - toned down from their usual collection but just edgy enough to make you swoon.
Fuck my budget.
Below, my favs:Steven Alan

What Goes Around


Rodarte x Opening Ceremony

Balenciaga, A Spanish Master; an exhibit

A review of the Balenciaga retrospective at the Queen Sofia Spanish Institute in Manhattan.

“He is the only couturier. He is the only one who knows how to cut a fabric and mount it and sew it with his own hands. The others are just draughtsmen”.

So once said the infamous Coco Chanel of her fellow craftsman, the inimitable Cristobal Balenciaga. High praise coming from perhaps the most famous womenswear designer of all time. Yet it was not only Chanel who believed Balenciaga to be superior – he is widely considered to be the master of haute couture, even overshadowing the great Christian Dior and far surpassing Coco. His adroitness was astounding, creating new fabric and forms and revolutionizing the entire concept of one-of-a-kind clothing. To look at a Balenciaga archive is to see at once an architect’s attention to form, a jewelers eye for the exquisite, and a curators understanding of paint and palette. To those who care to see that much from clothing – and we exist in number, I can assure you – these things are near general knowledge.

However, what’s frequently overlooked is how deeply rooted Balenciaga was to his Spanish heritage, for, as many are ignorant of, he was an import of the Basque region of Spain. This past fall, Hamish Bowles, Vogue’s European Editor-at-Large and long time Balenciaga fan and collector, decided to cull his great knowledge of the legendary designer’s work to demonstrate the direct inspiration of Spanish culture on the couturier’s life. The resultant exhibit, titled Balenciaga: A Spanish Master, debuted at the Museum of Queen Sofía on November 19th (it runs through February 19th) and features a juxtaposition of Balenciaga’s works alongside historical information, traditional costumes, and artwork representing various areas of Spanish culture. The exhibit was particularly enthralling for me, having just returned from a semester in Spain, and I was amazed to find just how enormous the parallels were when one looked closely enough. And though I am perhaps slightly more appreciative of the minute cultural details, the exhibit is wonderfully curated and features plenty of background for those without any prior knowledge of Spain.

Spanning three floors, the exhibit begins in the basement with a room dedicated to the classic Spanish elements: southern bullfighting and flamenco dancing, and niche styles from Balenciaga’s own Basque country. While Balenciaga was not Andalusian, it is near impossible to be Spanish and not adore the intricate flamenco and bull-fighting costumes. Balenciaga himself disliked the blood sport but loved the ‘trajes de luces’ (suits of light) worn by the matadors and designed small beaded boleros and bowed hats for women to mirror them. There is also a row of exuberant dresses, bold, colorful, with ruffles that seem to move of their own to the Spanish guitar playing above. The master of the frilled dress, Hubert Givenchy, was a former protégé of Balenciaga’s and took from him the impressionable words, “A ruffle must be intelligent”. This is displayed in a dress whose skirt is folded upwards into the waistline, cascading down like a train; it comes from the Basque fish markets, where women used to tuck their skirts up as makeshift aprons for purchases.

The Basque region, with its quiet fishing villages, is far different from the vibrant south of Spain and sartorially distinguished by elaborate black mourning clothes and use of cotton linen as an everyday clothing material. Displayed are two-piece black suits, dated 1953, with wide short sleeves and boxy yet loose frames, indicative of the revolution in form that Balenciaga’s tailoring inspired and which overtook Christian Dior’s ‘New Look’ that had dominated womenswear since 1947. Where Dior’s woman was dainty, restrained by wasp-waisted A-line skirts and collared jackets, the Balenciaga woman was a commanding and modern presence who could move freely in her clothing, both literally and stylistically. This is perfectly exemplified by a V-neck cotton linen shirt – the shirt whose 1953 Harper’s Bazaar feature put Balenciaga on the map – with wide-set armholes and triangular insets that freed the chest, allowing movement yet with precise tailoring that kept a flattered womanly form. It is elegantly clean; Carmel Snow, then-editor of Bazaar, wrote of Balenciaga’s accompanying collection: “Nothing is so mysterious as simplicity. [Balenciaga’s work] will sink deeply, noiselessly, until it pervades the world of fashion”. She was, of course, absolutely correct. The Balenciaga form became the new silhouette and took a place in the foundation of modern fashion.

The first floor room is modeled after the cathedral of San Sebastian, the Basque region’s major city, and is devoted to the dual nature of Spain’s pervasive Catholicism. The church had an extreme contrast between severe austerity and extravagant luxury, which Balenciaga interpreted through both plain wool capes and coats and highly beaded frocks. There is a small picture of a brown-cloaked monk alongside the most lovingly draped cape I have ever seen. Its beige wool pleats down the arms like rounded armadillo plates, yet seems as weightless as the pictured hooded sackcloth. Against a church-interior backdrop stand a black buttoned dress and wide red caped coat; they uncannily resemble their inspirations, a priests and cardinals traditional vestments, respectively. They are neither stiff nor staid, revealing Balenciaga’s true mastery: few can turn a Catholic priest into couture.

The second side of the room features Balenciaga’s modernist works. Deeply inspired by Miró, he began to experiment with forms using gazar, a stiff silk gauze invented for him by a Swiss fabric house that allowed for sculptural forms with minimal sewing. I am spellbound by the infamous dress whose picture prefaced the exhibit – it is a black, crepe, floor-grazing column with a gazar ‘wrap’ that envelops the head, neck, and upper torso in a frothy bubble. It’s the most amazing creation I’ve ever seen, and I’d be breathless if I wasn’t sighing deeply in appreciative ecstasy.

Upstairs are several Irving Penn photographs of famous pieces, along with archived magazine coverage of the designer, a wall smattered with quotes about the Balenciaga work ethic and atelier, and a flat-screen showing several collections from the late 60s. It is a nice culmination, especially seeing the clothing in motion on the models - despite the perceived heaviness of wool or gazar, the models glide and turn with complete unrestrictiveness

Perhaps the most extraordinary part is the lasting modernity of his works; most of these could be worn today. Though a gown or two seem dated, they are the ones commissioned for royalty. Balenciaga’s own creations are classic eternal tailoring at its finest, something that is always enviable. Fashion fanatic or not, it is an exhibition that explores the threads beautifully tying together the worlds of art, culture, and style, as well as revealing to a perhaps-unaware public just how intelligent fashion can be.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

college

"Do you think it's a coincidence that college is when many Americans do their most serious fucking and falling-down drinking and generally ecstatic Dionysian-type reveling? It's not. College students are adolescents, and they're terrified, and they're dealing with their terror in a distinctly US way. Those naked boys hanging upside-down out of their frat house windows on Friday nights are simply trying to buy a few hours escape from the grim adult stuff that any decent school has forced them to think about all week"
- David Foster Wallace in Consider the Lobster

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

rumors


Apparently Blake Lively has been rumored to be the new Carrie in the eventual SATC prequel. Honestly I cannot believe they're actually making another movie after the soul-wrenching awfulness of the last one, especially with a new actress. Yes, it will probably make millions, especially with uber-star Lively as headliner, but it's just driving the original show's legacy straight into the mud.
I guess I can visibly see how it would work, but somehow my guts is saying that if this does come to pass it won't exactly be cinematic gold.

I want some BOY

Boy by Band of Outsiders that is! nyucknyucknyuck...
Seriously though, so many things to love about the SS11 shots they just put out. Kirsten Dunst is perfect for Polaroids, plus she's weilding a Blow Pop - girl after my own heart. It was incredibly difficult to choose just a few favs; I gravitate to the borrowed-from-the-boys aesthetic and this collection has my current obsessions as well: slightly prep, and army green. I love the rumpled grunge of a cargo-style ensemble, a la photo 2, and the plain piped tee in photo 3 harkens back to my tennis days. Photo 1 is just the cutest thing ever, especially those metallic oxfords and the tails topcoat.
Now I'm yearning for round John Lennon glasses too... help.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Gaga's leaked Vogue

Lady Gaga's Vogue cover leaked Friday, and sources have confirmed it's authentic. I'm still waiting to see it up close to survey the amount of inevitable airbrushing but there are a few comments at first glance. First, I find it interesting that Vogue feels the need to work in pink into almost every single cover they produce. Her short pink bob is very Lady and I like it a lot, but the complementary pink lettering bothers me. It's just so... well, it's so Vogue. And let's be honest, US Vogue is about the least edgy magazine there is. They could have still kept to their standard but changed the lettering to maybe a deep purple to work off the lipstick, if they still wanted to do matchy-matchy. But that's not to say she's been romanticized here like so many who grace Anna's covers are, especially considering that plum lipstick (love it) and the squared stance. It's pretty, but the combination of the plunging neckline and pink hair are the anchors to Gaga's controversial nature.
I'm also intrigued by the rumor that she's wearing Haider Ackerman. In a very off-hand question, Karl Lagerfeld recently said that should he have to chose a successor today it would likely be Ackermann. I'm wondering if Anna heard this and, if it is Ackermann's dress on Gaga's too-lean frame (airbrushing? Or just another indication that as Gaga's fame rises her body weight drops?), chose accordingly. Or perhaps she just wanted to stray from her usual floaty-frilly dress theme and knew Ackermann would give at least a marginal bit of cred.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

quote of the day

"I always say that I would rather spend a week at Rikers Island or the hospital than do Fashion Week. Don't you think it's like school? It's sort of divided up into periods and it has mean girls and you go from one class to another. It's the worst,"
-Lynn Yaeger.

it's an old quote but as Fashion Week is heating up I felt it appropriate.
Not that I would ever decline a FW invite but... it's still funny.

sk8r grl

Spring Ads are out in full swing and being a surftown girl I can't help but notice the decidedly Dogtown-ZBoys tendencies in the latest batch of SS11 shoots. Obviously, 70s is experiencing a revival - please, that's only been beaten into our brains by every analysis this side of September - but now we're starting to actually see it commercially materialize and, frankly, I'm really feeling the lazy daze vibe. I'm still a fan of leather and army green cargo parkas, but I could totally go for some marigold sundresses and a nice vibrant wedge, perhaps a cherry-print ruffle bikini? I was raised on skateboards and sandy beaches - these ads look more like my hometown on a July day than something 'latest' - but I'm loving it, especially as I've grown so utterly sick of every spring collection featuring florals. Springtime, birds chirping, pastel flowers. Yes. We get it. Give me something new. True, the inspiration is probably actually from So-Cal but I'll take what I can get, yeah?
Below, a collage with my favorite ads and some 70s Cali girls and boys.

Marc Jacobs SS11; 70s Pierre Cardin dresses; Georg Jensen SS111; girl, Huntington Beach
skater, Huntington Beach; Gidget; flikr photo
Celine SS11; flikr photo; Bally SS11; flikr photo; Jil Sander SS11; unknown

and while we're at it, a nice dose of the original surf rock... under all this snow, we need some wishful thinking

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

best new music



cannot get enough of this song. It's the first song off The Decemberists new album, The King is Dead, and I've had it on repeat for a week. The album is pure recognizable Decemberists but strays away from the political-commentary tone they adopted last time. Not that that was a bad thing I just really appreciate their simpler banjo-and-harmonica ridden tunes more .

take a gander. I love... do you?