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.