long live the Queen

It would be very glamorous to be reincarnated as a great big ring on Liz Taylor's finger.

- Andy Warhol

RIP, to one of the all time greats.
I shall wear some all-over sequins and enormous cocktail rings in her honor.

let's get old fashioned

it's Grace Coddington's 70th birthday (or was recently)!
and she's still just as fine. I met her once, at the Prada store during the first Fashion's Night Out. She signed my purse. I swooned.

young Grace, American Vogue

styled by Grace, American Vogue, Spring '11

kick one back for her, and the history of US fashion

Rihanna. Yes.

Not gonna lie, I'm marginally obsessed with Rihanna. I love that she rocks red hair, knows how to wear elaborate hats, and stays classy while sporting midriff-baring bandeau dresses and singing a song about bondage. Girl knows how to work it but isn't too self-aware, which is rare in someone of her pop-culture caliber. When rumors began to circulate a few months back that she was to cover American Vogue I was pleasantly surprised, and now that the photos have surfaced I'm downright ecstatic. The cover itself is gorgeous (the flaming locks! the transparent dress!) and the Annie Leibovitz-shot spread does not disappoint. It's typically pretty, as is the Vogue way, but her raw sensual power shines through; I love the lone shot of her wine-colored lipstick snarl. To be honest, she probably would have been a better feature for their Power issue, but Shape works well anyway, especially when she's twisted into a pretzel in a banded Leger suit. Way to go, Vogue, for finally stepping outside your Blake Lively box

all photos: Vogue.com

also, can the costume designer for this video get some type of award? So many plastic dresses. So many jewels and candies. and the colors! I could go on....

soul, girl

Yeah yeah, I'm late on posting this. Whatever man, I've had WORK and STUFF, ok?

I just figured it should be up in case people live in a hole or something.

Mermaids Paradise

I'll be honest, it's rough going trying to keep updated and stayed updated during Fashion Month. Especially when you're in school and have, you know, work and things to do. Thus I've been on a small hiatus until I could take proper inventory of each city's best shows and figure out what's been going on.

There were quite a few prevalent themes - polka dots, Navajo, menswear-inspired suiting - but my absolute favorite was Mermaids, something I originally picked up from an ornate, enamel and jewel ring in W last autumn that drew memories of Polly Pocket and all her lurid, flourescent goodness. It drew memories of this Harper's Bazaar spread I ripped out about 5 years ago - cotton-candy colored pink and blue streaks in some dirty blond, wind-tousled locks.... everything you'd wat from natural hair.Harper's Bazaar, circa maybe 2007?

It was fantastic, and I've been obsessed ever since. LUCKILY, the style set seems to have followed my brain wave - there were quite a few Ariel-worthy pieces floating around.
On the runways, Marc Jacobs reigned supreme. His sequined skirts and metallic sweaters were almost unapproachable: the urban bitch of the mermaid set, the girls who could wrap you around a finger (tail?) with a power suit that was as sexy as it was innovative.

Marc Jacobs

Prada followed in the same vein with skirts and dresses that fell in waterfalls of metallic-hued scales that draw to mind aquatic Amazonian royalty.

Expanding on the aestheically elaborate, glittery sequins and metallics were just as big. Diane on Furstenberg stole my heart - her collection was among my top % of the entire fall collective- and although most of her designs centered around 70s disco-westerns, she unleashed these two fabulous gowns at the end that simply made me drool for an underwater Studio 54.Diana Von Furstenberg

Along the same vein, D&G had sequins and lurex and metallics.. everything a self-respecting expositionist would want. The stars harkened fond memories of my favorite Barbie, who had a light-sensitive dress that sparked stars in direct exposure.

Dolce and Gabbana

Personally, I cannot wait to incorporate some serious glitz into my wardrobe. And, to be honest, I''ve been considering some flossy magenta lowlights. Drastic? I don't know what that word means...

all photos: Style.com

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 19^th (it runs through February 19^th) 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.