Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Like Mary, she is bold, a little dangerous, sexual, but in a way you can't really place your finger on, and above all, controversial.
In iconography, Mary Magdalene's attribute (an item or feature that identifies her as that particular saint) is an alabaster jar or box. Chloe's, given her penchant for constantly changing style, would be more difficult to spot, but if pressed I would say her long, blonde hair, one of her few constants.
Charlotte Gainsbourg would be the Virgin Mary. More conservative, traditional, but deeply, almost fanatically revered.
And Lou Doillon would be John the Baptist. Wild, untamed, natural, disheveled and underrated:
Her attribute would be the wonderful way in which she pulls off hats:
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
But the pricetag for them locally is around $100. I was quite torn about that, as I usually only spend that kind of money on sturdy, practical footwear. So I was delighted to see these Wet Seal knock-offs crop up:
Monday, June 23, 2008
Slightly discouraged. I rummaged through my inspiration file and dredged up this photo from Urban Outfitters I absentmindedly saved a few months ago:
They are P-E-R-F-E-C-T in my opinion. Fabric, so they'll be both breathable and warm. A flattering, modern skinny fit. Denim, so it will be structured and flattering. Shiny, but not blindingly so. Since it's treated and not real, cows didn't have to make the ultimate sacrifice just so I can look like Carine Roitfeld. And unlike real leather, you can wash them before they start decaying, Jim Morrison style. Eww.
Lamentably, they are no longer available on the Urban Outfitters website, so I can't tell you how much they cost, much less buy them. But UO jeans rarely run over a hundred dollars. Provided I'm not wrong, I will be combing the store for them next week and, hopefully, snapping them up the second I see them. Layered knitwear, delicate lace, dr martens, my scalp tingles with the combination possibilities...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I think this obsession with "degrade" and "dip dye" prints that is currently all the rage can be traced directly back to Abstract Expressionism, and more specifically, to Mark Rothko.
Jackson Pollock is an artist whose later works I have never been able to wrap my head around. Even now that I have seen his "splatter" paintings up close and personal, I fail to see the intention, if there be any, behind them. Regardless, he is a greatly influential artist, and you don't have to be a museum fiend to see how he inspired Dolce and Gabbana's spring collection.
Who knew clowns could be so sexy?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
When the keffiyeh first become a popular trend on the "scene", I made a promise to myself not to wear one. Not only because of its associations with sleazy hipsters of all forms, but because I am Jewish and I know some people find them anti-semitic. I personally do not find them offensive, but I don't think it's cool to ignore the feelings of your own ethnic group just so you can wear a passing fad. But with last fall's Balenciaga collection, it became harder and harder to ignore.
I finally caved and bought this from a street vendor for ten dollars, justifying that the pattern was nothing like that of a traditional keffiyeh. But even at that, they're just so...done already! In spite of that, if I were to wear it (and this should illustrate the slow progress of my little city for you) I would still be one of the first. The girls around here do read fashion rags like Nylon, but they rarely practice many trends outside that of the skinny jean. They're still wearing pointy-toed stilettos here. I feel like a lazy fashion blogger and a sellout.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
T-shirt: Rogan for Target. Cardigan: American Apparel. Jeans: Wet Seal. Bag and Shoes: secondhand.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
However, Topshop's interpretation is quite a bit more tame:
Oh dear. I do hope this doesn't get too pedestrian.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
I still have absolutely no idea how she convinced us. Calan had never seen it, and for me it was always something I could take or leave, watching occasionally when it would pop up on late night tv. But we were bored, and maybe a little sloshed, so we gave the green light.