Posts Tagged ‘world gone mad’
Don’t get me wrong; the crimes against style during fashion week were many.
Grown women dressed like children.
To an astonishing degree.
Really, it was almost too seductive.
Meanwhile, apparel looked like creatures.
Bags looked like toys.
And there was a convergence-of-the-nouvelle- Stepfords thing going on that I can’t even begin to understand.
Possibly you can explain.
But there was something else going on too; something kind of great. Photographers took their eyes off the clown college auditions long enough to shoot some of the many, many women who turn up at the shows looking absolutely fantastic. These are the women I’m always telling you about—editors and buyers for whom attending the collections is work, not a spectacle. These are women who encounter every trend that comes down the pike each season, and develop a style that—at its best—is the very chicest version of classic. Check out the oversized shirt here, so excellent and crisp, and the leather skirt, which is perfectly and simply tailored. And the fact that she accessorized with espadrilles instead of something dead serious just delights.
Another nice example of how little it can take to get things fantastically right: the quilting of the skirt combined with the shirt’s stripes is such a sophisticated (and wicked simple) take on playing with textures and prints. (Here’s that shirt if you’re dying for it—as I, predictably, am)
OK, these two get a couple of points deducted for dressing in jackets when it was by no stretch of the imagination jacket weather last week, but I like how much they both look like people who’ve found their signature looks and stuck with them.
I just want to share for a moment that Emmanuelle Alt, editor of of French Vogue, is 47, and she is looking pretty damn good in leather pants for 47.
And just in case you guys are beginning to fear that I am only a proponent only of the boring, the solid, and the safe: here is a balls-out print that works fabulously well, and here is why: its wearer has wisely decided to make it her outfit’s single statement, instead of piling on the lunchbox handbags and whatnot. She does have fun with the sunglasses, but it is the kind of fun that creates harmony with the dress, instead of fighting violently against it for attention.
I just love this picture because so many women in my former line of work looked exactly like this. They were the ones who always had fresh manis.
And finally: Lauren Hutton shows the kids how it’s done.
Pictures via The Cut, Marie Claire, Racked, Style.com and Vogue.
Yesterday afternoon, I got so annoyed looking at street style photos from outside the shows that I had to go outside and take a walk to clear my head (it was also time to take the dog out, but still). Back when dinosaurs walked the earth and I still attended the shows, this whole spectacle didn’t exist: the only people who got their pictures taken were a cache of editors and buyers whose style you might actually want to emulate, because it existed of this world, and not out on planet Loonypants. Those editors and buyers still go to the shows, and I’m sure they still look fantastic. I wish I could find some pictures of them for you, because they might inspire you the way that seeing all of them in the tents used to inspire me.
I think the reason it’s got me so irked this time around, instead of just amusing me, as it usually does, is I’ve begun to think these women are actually really bad for fashion. What they’re doing isn’t inspirational, it’s crass, and all in the name of attention seeking, and it has nothing to do with what real women want—which becomes a problem when some of the more notable among them start being referred to as “influencers.” And it gives real street style—the kind that actually does influence designers and create trends—a bad name. I got on the phone and vented to my friend Andrea, who reminded me of what she always says: that fashion week looks like audition day for clown college, only nobody told these people there’s no clown college in this town. And then that did amuse me, and provided some context.
Especially for shots like this.
And then also this.
And this one too. Which I also include because, even though the temperature the past week has averaged around 28 degrees, it has not been cold enough for these women to ignore the memo that apparently went out saying gloves were uncool. None of them wear gloves.
Except for this chick.
Photos via The Cut
For a while I’ve been wanting to get an around-the-wrist tattoo, but haven’t quite been able to come up with the exactly right execution. Then the other day, Tribeca Mom says “You should get a Liberty print tattoo,” and I’m all like, “Oh My God, I totally should.”
And so I did.
Behold, the pre-distressed tee.
I love many things about New York City, but the fact that its public schools are often forced to privately raise funds just to keep their most important facilities up and running is not one of them. The East Village’s excellent Neighborhood School needs to raise $40,000 to keep its library on its feet for another year, so some clever parents have organized an online auction where you can bid on original art. Most of it is by children’s book illustrators—like this painting on wood of a little mouse ballerina girl by Alexandra Boiger, which has charm for miles. But there are grown-pieces too, like for example this very winning dog portrait, which genius illustrator Maira Kalman created for a new edition of The Elements of Style. Who can resist that face?
The past 72 hours have been trying. There has been unpleasant news. There have been unsavory encounters. And server crashes, because when bad things happen, they tend to pile on. So please indulge me for bringing you cute tops with animals printed on them, even though the last time I did so was not so very long ago. I’m pretty sure it’s my way of closing my eyes, going LALALALALA, and pretending everything’s fine.* Thanks for that. Lookie here guys: wee yellow birdies!
And zebras on a grid.
Butterflies, saved from too-cutesiness by a nice deep green.
Very origami-inspired kittycats on a super-slouchy top.
Birds looking remarkably wearable on a tank.
You have to really zoom in one this doggie print to fully appreciate its fantabulosity. Or maybe you just have to be a crazy-ass dog person.
*Which it will be.
…but it’s Thursday, and people are still talking about whether or not Beyonce lip synched the national anthem, and the very fact of that seems remarkable. Lip-synching is lame, but choosing to but do so when faced with a spectacularly large audience and challenging venue is far from unheard-of. It’d be nice if Ms. Knowles bestowed upon her public something beyond a “No comment,” but—alas—this has precedent in the entertainment world as well. Personally, I’m far more mystified as to why she decided a floor-length Pucci gown was acceptable attire for the event—as though the inaugural was not a dignified day of historical significance, but instead just another stop on the sparkling world tour that is her life.
“We can’t be feminine and feminist and be successful? I want to be a f—king feminist and I want to wear a f–king Peter Pan collar. So f—king what?” That’s Zooey Deschanel in Glamour’s February issue, and God bless her. So nice to see a young lady happily embrace the word. At this point, maybe the word feminist has gotten so radioactive in our culture that there’s no reclaiming it. And truly, if a person is down with fighting the good fight, they can call themselves whatever they want. But are women who don’t identify as feminists getting involved in women’s issues like reproductive rights and violence against women? I’d love to think so, but I wonder. And honestly, I don’t get it: there’s so little risk involved in calling yourself a feminist now, something that was anything but the case back when the big battles were being fought. And it worries me to think about this younger generation (God, I hate how I sound but there it is) because they don’t get that the women who really made it happen didn’t take a machete through the woods just so we could all walk down the path they cleared for us and smell the pretty flowers. They did it so, when things like the freaking Violence Against Women Act gets killed by our lawmakers, as it did this week, there would still somebody around to make some noise.
Nobody seems to like that Microsoft’s ad guys took over the Times Square/Grand Central shuttle and made the cars mobile advertisements for their new Tablet, complete with video screens that play their ads on endless loop. But for some reason—like maybe that the Times Square/Grand Central Shuttle is a total drag of a subway line that manages to pack a lot of bummer into just one stop—this delights me. Of course, the fact that the shuttle’s only a 45-second ride is also what makes this seem OK—any longer than that, and a person could start feeling very Trapped at the Barbie Factory—as is the fact that it’s temporary.
Also, I like a well-executed bit of big dramatic marketing (see here) just as long as it’s ephemeral and not too disruptive.
It can also be innovative and really fun—check out this spot set in an Antwerp train station where commuters approach a Coke Zero machine that challenges them in a in a race against the clock to win tickets for Skyfall. And I think this Korean Coke machine/dance-off-bot is pretty amusing too. On the other hand, I curse the day Taxi TV was invented. We all have our limits. What are yours?
As if we didn’t already know how hard it is to find cute, even nominally on-trend plus-size clothes, here’s definitive proof, in the form of an actual academic study from the Journal of Consumer Research (which I’d love to pretend I read IRL, but instead learned of in The Cut). It chronicles the many ways in which plus-size bloggers have gained impressive ground in the mainstream media, and asserts that despite all of that, big name retailers and designers lag woefully behind in catering to the plus-size community’s needs. It’s all quite irksome—and curious, given that this is clearly a demographic that’s ready to spend. Happily, however, an interview with one of the article’s co-authors revealed a bumper crop of indie lines, my favorite of which is Carmakoma. They’re from Denmark but have American e-commerce, and are well worth exploring. I totally wish they made this filmy purply-black dress in non-plus sizes, as it is feminine but not too girly, and looks like the soul of comfort. You’d need to procure a slip, but one can easily accomplish this.
Also: this is precisely the type of dress/tunic thing I throw on with leggings and boots (albiet less hoochie ones than seen here) and live in all winter long.
OK, the shape on this one is definitely more retroish than I usually go in for, but the bird print is to die.