About three weeks left in the school year, typically the busiest of the semester. On top of that summer plans were thrown in the air, so now I'm on the search for a job. Also, I'm moving out of my apartment, and if there's one thing I hate, it's MOVING.
Some music to help me get through day by day.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
F/W 2010 Part 2
At Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs once again brought back the pretty, this time steeped in elegant fifties-sixties nostalgia. The collection was like a dream--my six-year-old inclinations came rushing back at first sight of that Disney princess dress that showed near the end. The new length was again present here, given a lust-worthy new edge in the form of full leather skirts. (I will comment on this shitty postured emphasis on the "real woman's shape" when I talk about Prada).
I was a big fan of the kilts, but how great does Marc look here?
Proenza Schouler felt like an extension of their pre-fall collection, but it was also an evolution of the look. These boys just get it right every time.
I'm big-time crushing on them.
Erdem is quickly turning into one of my most anticipated Fashion Week shows. Just fantastic. And I really need those floral booties.
Rodarte shows are always like being transported to a different world, only this time, instead of being taken to a fierce Martian landscape, we were taken to an autumnal countryside just shy of reality. Not to be too romantic, the Mulleavy sisters raised the bar with glow-in-the-dark linings and heels. Utterly breathtaking.
I won't spend too many words on why I thought Prada was so disappointing. It wasn't that the collection was awful, because it certainly wasn't--although it was on the frumpy side. But this "real body" thing just pissed me off. First, I'm not really a fan of this having real women on the runways trend. Fashion is fantasy, and models are models because they are specifically that--models. I'm not advocating the rail-thin image that's been stalking the runways the past few years, because that is not a healthy ideal. But taking some Victoria's Secret models and calling them curvy and labelling it a throwback to the fifties and sixties bombshells is just insulting. They aren't that much bigger than the normal gaggle of sixteen-year-olds. A Victoria's Secret model does not a Brigitte Bardot make. She doesn't even come close.
I was a big fan of the kilts, but how great does Marc look here?
Proenza Schouler felt like an extension of their pre-fall collection, but it was also an evolution of the look. These boys just get it right every time.
I'm big-time crushing on them.
Erdem is quickly turning into one of my most anticipated Fashion Week shows. Just fantastic. And I really need those floral booties.
Rodarte shows are always like being transported to a different world, only this time, instead of being taken to a fierce Martian landscape, we were taken to an autumnal countryside just shy of reality. Not to be too romantic, the Mulleavy sisters raised the bar with glow-in-the-dark linings and heels. Utterly breathtaking.
I won't spend too many words on why I thought Prada was so disappointing. It wasn't that the collection was awful, because it certainly wasn't--although it was on the frumpy side. But this "real body" thing just pissed me off. First, I'm not really a fan of this having real women on the runways trend. Fashion is fantasy, and models are models because they are specifically that--models. I'm not advocating the rail-thin image that's been stalking the runways the past few years, because that is not a healthy ideal. But taking some Victoria's Secret models and calling them curvy and labelling it a throwback to the fifties and sixties bombshells is just insulting. They aren't that much bigger than the normal gaggle of sixteen-year-olds. A Victoria's Secret model does not a Brigitte Bardot make. She doesn't even come close.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
PUMP IT UP
Here in Austin, there is a small thing going on known as South by Southwest. KVRX is hosting a showcase tonight featuring this week's weekend jam, Teenage Cool Kids, and many other bands. It'll be fun!
F/W 2010: Bests Of (according to me)
Hilo! "Where are those travel posts?" you are probably thinking. Well be patient. They're forthcoming. Now, though, are my long overdue thoughts on Fashion Week.
The influences of Pheobe Philo's Spring collection for Celine were felt on more than a few runways this season: an emphasis on neutral colors, separates, and clean lines. I won't be surprised if her Fall collection resonates through other collections next season--it was near perfection. Everything was so polished, but not in an uptight, stilted way. There was lots of leather, more separates than dresses, and one of my favorite color combos (navy and black). I think we're all excited to have Philo back and I can't wait to see what else she does for Celine.
Marc Jacobs saw a return to simplicity, femininity, and unabashed prettiness. The new, below-the-knee length and the prettiest shades of yellow I've ever seen (and I am not particularly fond of yellow) were only small parts of a beautiful collection.
Alber Elbaz is not my favorite designer for no reason.
Next up: Louis Vuitton, Proenza Schouler, Erdem, Rodarte, and why I thought Prada sucked.
The influences of Pheobe Philo's Spring collection for Celine were felt on more than a few runways this season: an emphasis on neutral colors, separates, and clean lines. I won't be surprised if her Fall collection resonates through other collections next season--it was near perfection. Everything was so polished, but not in an uptight, stilted way. There was lots of leather, more separates than dresses, and one of my favorite color combos (navy and black). I think we're all excited to have Philo back and I can't wait to see what else she does for Celine.
Marc Jacobs saw a return to simplicity, femininity, and unabashed prettiness. The new, below-the-knee length and the prettiest shades of yellow I've ever seen (and I am not particularly fond of yellow) were only small parts of a beautiful collection.
Alber Elbaz is not my favorite designer for no reason.
Next up: Louis Vuitton, Proenza Schouler, Erdem, Rodarte, and why I thought Prada sucked.
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