ode to the slide,
on Titanic i ride.
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“My dream is to save women from nature.” Christian Dior
You do know you’re working for Dior right? Just checking because
Bebe the autistic geriatrics from the Menorah House want their sketches back.
ps. shape ≠ architecture.
stripe. trapeze. appliqué. die.
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“Clearly, this period of the history of the house was not well-known, which I trust was a surprise for Pierre Bergé [Saint Laurent's long-term partner]. I went back to 1966 – just before the events of 1968 [when 11 million workers revolted against the conservative politics of then-President Charles de Gaulle - the biggest general strike in history], but the awakening of youth was in the air, and Yves Saint Laurent wanted to dissociate himself from the clientele of haute couture and embrace this new generation.” Hedi Slimane
I’m not the girl who has a problem admitting when I’m wrong. Perhaps because it doesn’t happen very often, but I will say there is dignity in ownership– albeit good or bad dealings. And well, when I speculated that YSL becoming SLP would be a total abhoration, I was wrong. In fact it’s so fucking chic I die. And like other than being a bit trite at times, its otherwise spot the fuck on. Like Johnny Depp. Which uncanny enough the collection bears striking resemblance to. I know I completely skipped over YSL’s fall but whatever.
Yves Saint Laurent, 3 East 57th Street, 212.980.2970
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… I mean presentation!
Four menswear designers showed at Milk Studios on Sunday. Unlike traditional runway shows, these were presentations, and presentations they were. With the exclusion of Carlos Campos (whose show was sickkk); in an art gallery like viewing, meandering from one room to the next of barefoot musicians and video projections, these shows as interesting and “different” as they were, were just distractions at best.
No doubt nouveau- salivating over the most handsome models aligned in a grid on tapestries, or leaning against a wall, these non-conventional deliveries did little more than take away from the main focus of the show, which, during Fashion Week is all about the clothes!
When a designer’s tailoring speaks volumes, it’s the only symphony you need to hear. There is no cause for an over the top show, the trite stuff of look books, the elusive mirrors and smoke… It needs not sell itself on anything more than its construction and call me old-fashioned but I say fuck the presentation! Would you ever catch Cindy Crawford in a Lady Gaga ensemble and over the top head dress? No- she doesn’t need to distract, overcompensate or create an aura of beauty- she is just beautiful…
And let me just clarify that these collections were in fact great, and the world definitely needs more dapper dudes its just that their singular “individuality” was staunchly overpowered by their collective dissonance. Rather than bask in their edgy and cool constructions, these shows tried way too hard to be the stuff of edgy and cool… Perhaps they could use a lesson in the school of The Window Shopper that there is a difference between thinking your cool and knowing your fabulous…
Because of Fall Fashion Week I have been so neglectful to all of the sick city windows going on right now and I’m sorry!!! (So much for my windows trump runway rant, huh?!). Anyway, the other night I was invited to the Red Dress Collection fashion show, put on by The Hearth Truth, a decade long campaign that promotes awareness among women about a leading killer- heart disease, and I had so much fun!
The show was energetic, invigorating and of course beautiful- both the gowns and the celeb models. It was one of the best shows I have been to- not drab nor serious, stifled nor stoic. Some danced (Giselle Blondet and Jenna Elfman), others blew kisses (Minka Kelly and Patti Stanger- who by the way is beyond skinny) and a couple even tripped (Christine Brinkley and Rose McGowan)!
All the while the crowd roared- in the sports world (from what little I know) the show was like a football game rather than a tennis match! It was a great way to kick off Fall Fashion Week and here are some of my favorites from the night:
Minka Kelly in Diane Von Furstenberg
Rose McGowan in Donna Karan
Oh and in case you were wondering the red-tastic windows above are Yves Saint Laurent (3 East 57th Street, 212.980.2970)
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