“Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you.” Andy Warhol
Okay so theres a totally sick Andy Warhol exhibit at the Met right now. If you can get past the fact that like Terry Richardson, Warhol was a white spindly rapey creep– it’s actually pretty enjoyable. The whole factory thing sounds really industrial, abject and speedy, and he was a total revolutionary in the commodification of art–but any person that wears turtlenecks as ubiquitously as he, is just not to be trusted. I’m also not 100% sure he’s not 100% reposnsible for Edie’s death. unclear.
Last year I went to an event at the Moma that recreated his screen tests. I filmed one. It’s so bad. My eyes, total wonk. they slow down the film. But you can watch it here. xx
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“If you see me wearing tennis shoes with jeans I am in a very dark place emotionally and not in the mood to talk.” Ali Michael
Sweet sweet Ali. Where the fuck have you been? Last you were sent home from PFW for having legs too plump. (chic). communing with Teen Vogue over periods slash eating disorders. (snooze). and posing topless for Purple Fashion. (die). We made plans for Wednesday and it’s been seven since then so if you’re actually dead call me. And if not don’t bother.
“I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes again.” Shel Silverstein
Striped pants. chic. And a totally succinct way to do a pattern trend. if. you’re going to do a pattern trend.
Do: Skip the pin. It’s not 2001.
Do: Skip lunch. You’re in fucking stripes.
Don’t: Full length.
Do: Miu.
Don’t: Jester.
Do: Je ne sais-
(The booties: Oscar de la Renta, The tee: Dolce & Gabbana, The leather: Rick Owens, The blouse: Valentino, The cardi coat: Alberta Ferretti)
Don’t: Do it at all.
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“My dream is to save women from nature.” Christian Dior
Dear Raf,
You do know you’re working for Dior right? Just checking because Bebe the autistic geriatrics from the Menorah House want their sketches back.
xx.
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ps. shape ≠ architecture.
stripe. trapeze. appliqué. die.
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“Where you got in the shower?” Legally Blonde
Do you remember when long dresses and cowboy boots were in– well this is SO much better than that. Take one Morticia/column/Grecian/Chican gown,
(Skaist-Taylor, Lanvin, Burberry Prorsum, Roberto Cavalli, Matthew Williamson, Gucci, Lanvin, Haute Hippie)
top it with an unreal stole,
(Lanvin, Marni, Vintage, Lanvin, Lanvin, Miu Miu)
the sickest ankle boots,
(Dolce & Gabbana, Proenza Schouler, Marni, Versace, Oscar de la Renta, Alexander McQueen)
ridiculous handbag,
(Charlotte Olympia, Lanvin, Marni, Charlotte Olympia, Moschino Cheap & Chic, Alexander McQueen)
and you’re good to go. Where exactly? Fuck if I know. Bar hopping? Excavating in Storybrooke? Food shopping? The Palace? White House? Your house? My house? Chic be with you. xx
“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 believe that treating other people well is a lost art.” Tim Gunn
Last night I went to a Tim Gunn interview at the Y. He just wrote a new book on the history of fashion, which would have made for a really great discussion had he not evaded the subject entirely. Instead he droned on and on about his history with Parsons and Project Runway– two things I care very little about.
But during the 2-hours of self aggrandizement and inability to answer even the most basic of questions straightforward, he did mention one thing that peaked my interest. And that was something along the lines of, “We don’t need fashion. We need clothes, but not fashion.” Which I found very interesting. Sure on the one hand no, anthropologically we don’t need fashion to survive, just basic covering from the elements. BUT on the other hand, the colored fanciful hand with a brush in it– fashion is a work of art. And as humans we very much need our art. Literature, music, performance…Throughout the dawn of civilization creative expression has been primordial to our existence. Art is cathartic. It is a voice and a sound. It is probing and understanding. It is collective and individual. Intimate and distant. Romantic and industrial. Whole and broken. Art is humanity. Literally- it is the exposition of the human plight.
In addition to tools, musical instruments, figurines and ritualistic garb were some of the first inventions ever created. And we are still innovating today. We art to communicate. Our dress included… But you guys already knew that.
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