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March 25, 2010

David James and Prada

David James is not exactly the name you would first associate with Prada campaigns. But the creative director of AnOther and AnOtherMan is the brains behind almost every Prada campaign since 1997, the art direction force behind one of the most visually unforgettable ads of all time. His works, spanning from 1998 to 2010 can be viewed at Out of Print!, an online exhibition that is up until May.

Prada SS 97

Photographer: Glen Luchford  Stylist: Alex White

"All of the ideas were inspired by film and the production was nothing short of epic! Glen preferred shooting at either dawn or just before dusk, which meant that we could only do one to two shots a day! There's no digital manipulation in these images. Everything you see was done in-camera."

Prada FW 97

Photographer: Glen Luchford  Stylist: Alex White

"The fall/winter campaign continues with the same approach from the previous season in that we used the same model but we developed the narrative, mood and atmosphere. In one of the shots the model is holding a shoe, but it actually looks like a gun."

Prada SS 98

Photographer: Glen Luchford  Stylist: Alex White

"It was 1998 and we were thinking about what the next century might look like."

Prada Menswear SS 99

Photographer: Norbert Schoerner  Stylist: David Bradshaw

"The portacabins are very modern but impersonal, like a prison or office. The character we created was very nervous and and anxious and we wanted an environment that would emphasize his state of mind."

Prada SS 2000

Photographer: Robert Wyatt  Stylist: Lucy Ewing

"We came up with the idea of making the campaign look like a bourgeois television drama but it ended up looking like a stage play."

Prada SS 01

Photographer: Cedric Buchet  Stylist: Alister Mackie

This still remains my favourite ad campaign of all time. I remember seeing this campaign some time back when I was flipping through my aunt's old fashion magazine, and was struck by the seemingly awkwardness of the models and the whole image.

"The shots weren't captured at random, they were very carefully set up. We wanted them to appear spontaneous and arbitrary, but the models and the props were actually painstakingly arranged in a very static way. That's why it looks like a frozen world. The compositions took a long time to perfect. It took us four weeks to shoot!"

Prada FW 02

Photographer: Steven Meisel  Stylist: Lori Goldstein

"The pictures reference female icons from the history of fashion, film, art and literature."

Prada SS 04

Photographer: Steven Meisel  Stylist: David Bradshaw

"The idea of the 'painted' campaign was inspired by the prints and the tie-dyeing used in the collection. When you look at the images closely, you can see that there are brush marks."

Prada SS 05

Photographer: Steven Meisel  Stylist: David Bradshaw

"I found a book on exotic birds that became the inspiration for the campaign."

Prada FW 07

Photographer: Steven Meisel  Stylist: Prada in-house

"We started off shooting the groups in camera, to work out the compositions, and then we re-shot each model separately and pieced the shot back together."

Prada SS 09

Photographer: Steven Meisel  Stylist: Prada in-house

"The reference for this campaign was Greek and Roman sculptural reliefs, the kind you find on pediments on Roman architecture.While we were shooting, Steven asked the models to push and shove each other as they moved across the set."

"We posed the boys as if they were looking at the sculptural forms we had created in the other campaign." This was no doubt my favourite menswear campaign.

March 11, 2010

inside decoration

The beauty of a Comme des Garcons show is its mystery. Rei Kawakubo called this collection, "Inside Decoration", referring to the extreme padding used in the clothes. It was definitely very reminiscent of her Lumps and Bumps collection, which till today remains one of my favourite collection from Rei. Not just because of its unusual beauty, but the thought behind it is strangely intriguing. Rei Kawakubo has never ever explicitly explain her collections, and not because I think it is because of her shy nature, but I think it is because it is not necessary. The beauty of Rei's work is that you'd have to think it through to be able to see the clothes clearly.

The Lumps and Bumps collection, as Cathy Horyn has put it, was that the growth of fabric on the garments suggested our relative attachment to objects like cellphones and fanny packs. I've seen many explanations for Inside Decoration, but I have to say that the one I liked the best was Cathy Horyn's. I quote "Since the feminist movement, designers have rushed to praise and suit the strong woman. If you literally stuffed yourself on the language of self-empowerment, would it actually produce a bloated, powerless figure?" (I have many thoughts about this collection and I apologize if it may appear rambly. I have a serious case of word diarrhoea and I'm usually a very rambly person.)

The padding that Rei Kawakubo has done does seem to take the shape of human organs and muscles. Could it be that Rei was exploring the shape of humans today, specifically the size issue of models? What Rei had done was to contradict what the entire (or close to the entire) fashion industry is doing. Instead of sending size zero models down the runway, this collection seemed to avoid the curves of the body and in fact has nothing to do with the outside skin that designers have been concerned about, but more on the inner organs, beneath what one sees. Was this her response to the size issue? Maybe she was trying to show something that couldn't be seen on the surface? Or maybe she was challenging the notions of the human body shape (similar to Lumps and Bumps)? The endless possibilities of thoughts associated with Comme collections are what makes it so intriguing, and I shall not even attempt to pick the right explanation. (Anyways, I don't think there's any correct explanation for any of Rei's work.)

I would not attempt to describe any of the looks simply because every one of them is amazingly hard to describe and also Rei is God (and we are not able to find an explanation nor an apt description for what God does).  But having said that I especially loved the last white padded dresses that were almost dream-state like.

Inside Decoration, as with Wonderland and Lumps and Bumps, (You see, I'm already on a name basis with my favourite Comme collections) was a thought made into clothes and it was one of the moments that made beauty seem so ordinary but Rei's beauty, seems oh-so perfect. Very perfect.

And if you hadn't notice, the background of the collages above is that of the Lumps and Bumps collections. Terribly amazing.

February 26, 2010

the virgin suicides

The first post since the revival and renewal of the blog. The pressure of writing a good post is definitely there but what better way to start off a fresh new page with one of my favourite shows of New York. Looking at all the past shows that happened two weeks ago, I felt that New York Fashion Week was kind of a bummer. The Holy Trinity of New York- Alexander Wang was good for only the first part of the show when he did the deconstructed suits, Proenza Schouler didn't quite match up with the energy they did for Spring, and Rodarte wasn't exactly love at first sight. It took me quite some time of re-watching the videos, looking at the details up close and understanding the concept behind the show to actually appreciate this Rodarte collection.

This Rodarte show was very different from any of what the Mulleavy sisters have done before. It was neither a repeat nor a continuation of anything they have done in the past. Though the silhouettes and shapes uses were very signature Rodarte, the show had a really different feel to any of their previous shows.

The Mulleavy sisters had mentioned that the concept behind this show was the idea of sleepwalking. Well not exactly sleepwalking as I would like to put it, but rather a sweet romantic little dream, as opposed to the slightly darker idea of a troubled border town and murders.

This show definitely felt more complex than any of their other shows. The mixing of the floral prints with floral prints, the "unsightly" use of gingham and the bulky knits. They weren't exactly perfect, there were flaws, but that was what the entire collection was all about. The idea of the subconscious mind of sleepwalking: nothing is ever taken straight out of the mind and translated to perfect dresses. It was all pieced memory by memory into a dress, where inevitably one part of a memory got mixed up with another. The collection was never meant to be polish, it was of a half dream state, a half reality state.

But as with how the collection got even better to the end, I started to appreciate and understand this collection even more. This is a flawed presentation, it was meant to be and it should be. I tried imagining the collection being "normal", the floral prints mixed in with the same floral prints, the pants being tailored, but it just wasn't right. The Mulleavy sisters had built a collection of sleep-walking and not a perfect little day-dream. The beauty lied in the imperfections, not in the perfections, but the perfection of imperfections was certainly seen and felt. And that, I felt that the whole collection was very honest and sincere.

The long ethereal dresses at the end, I felt were just pure magical and pristine. But as to the whole collection, the floral prints did not just evoke sweet romantic floral scents but a certain hint of cold and darkness, the white dresses were supposed to be simple and something like a 'sorbet after a three-course meal" as compared to the mash-ups of fabric in the first half, but there was this slight feeling of the wearer of the dress being a little eclectic, a little lonely, a little distant, a little of an enigma, a little Boo Radley, a little of a Lolita who lives in a tree, a little of the Lisbon sister (very Cecilia, I thought). They weren't just simple white chiffon and lace dresses. In between those layers of white, there were slight streaks of black and grey.

The end was just a dream. As the dark lights fell during the finale, the models' shoes which were molded into melted candlewax, lit up. The clothes glowed (Oh yes they did!). The light may have been replaced with darkness, the flame extinguished, but the glowing candlewax revealed that the end hasn't yet come. It could be a reflection of the slight glimmer of hope in the darkness that many of the workers of the troubled border town of Mexico, which Kate and Laura had taken inspiration from, still had, even when it seemed impossible. Or they simply could be just the work of geniuses, Nicolas Kirkwood and Kate and Laura Mulleavy.

The collection was blurry, messy, imperfect-words that you would never used to describe something you liked. But this was it and it was a wonderful vision.

As candles melt, the wax gets left behind. And this wax continues to provide energy for the next flame and it goes on and on. The same goes with this blog of mine.

February 19, 2010

there he goes, rambling on and on and on. all he wants to do is to just talk.

Recently there's been this thing about the "Fashion being Shallow" debate. Thought that I would like to state my point on this. And this is kinda just writing what I'm feeling right now and comes directly from my brain, so it may sound kind of rambly and incoherent.

I read somewhere, "apparently on a free Singapore fashion newspaper", that its publication is a guide to looking good. Is fashion just about looking good, really, seriously? If so, then I wouldn't call it fashion, but more like impressing others. Is fashion all about putting on a short dress, wearing the sluttiest heels, just because you think that men would be interested in it and women would think that you look good? I mean if so, then I think that's why many of our common folks see fashion as shallow and superficial. They just don't realise that fashion is more than putting on a beautiful facade, just for the sake of impressing and pleasing others. Their perception of fashion is just limited to materialistic women, gay men, and short mini-dresses that are priced extravagantly. And that's why many of our common folks just don't take fashion seriously. "Fashion is just a game for the rich. There are more important stuff like saving the cat on the tree or watching Jersey Shore or cleaning your nails." Bleh.

I remembered showing one of my friends the Comme des Garcons Fall '09 collection. Comme des Garcons is definitely not your regular conventional beauty of short, sexy clubbing bandage dresses. She thought it looked really weird and gave me the "just-who-in-the-world-would-wear-this" look. Well, to others, collections of Comme or Yohji or Rodarte may not be their regular perception of beauty but to me (yes, I admit I did not really like both at first when I "got" into fashion, but that was a thing of the past), they are just what I want to wear when I have the money. I shall not go on about how smart the Comme Fall 09 collection but that was the first collection that literally got me thinking.

Fashion to me, is all about expressing your inner true self to the world. For the past few years, I was wearing what people thought looked good, following (stupid, crappy) trends and it sorta changed in the past year or so. I just hated the feeling of being constricted to the man-on-the-street's perception of beauty, especially in Singapore, that if you wear just your Docs out, people will stare at you like you have a growth on your feet or something. (Thankfully, I learnt from Tavi that if someone stares at you, I should just stare back at them and make funny noises like snorting. HAHA.) It's like the past year or so, I kinda understood what I wanted to do and have been really crazy, doing stuff I actually enjoy like playing dress up and just styling crazy outfits (which may be weird to the common folks but to me it is kinda awesome), planning to do weird stuff (like dyeing my hair greyish blue. Hello, school rules, you suck.), and they kinda made me happy. Sometimes I wish I was born a Japanese or maybe lived in London or stuff like that, where people are much more liberal, but that would just mean that I would be actually succumbing to the pressure of the common folks to be like the common folks. I love unconventional beauty, but I do sometimes love conventional beauty (but more so on the former.) But the thing I enjoy the most, is to be able to feel what others like Tavi or Susie Lau are expressing through their clothes and not being afraid what others think of them, and I hope I would be able to do that and people may be able to appreciate what I wear. Wouldn't life be more interesting and fun if you go down the street and see people with their own take on fashion and personal style?

The same argument goes with blogging. I just don't feel like blogging stuff that people might find interesting, I blog what I'm feeling, I blog what I like and want others to like. Finding your own identity and just being who you are without pressure from others, that's was kinda like the starting point of this blog which I felt I couldn't express it in reality sometimes. The virtual world is my escape.

Fashion can make someone look good but if the main purpose of you wearing clothes is to just to impress others, I would say that you're just another hipster kid who's just trying to fit in. I'm not saying that people should wear Comme or Yohji but is that what you're feeling, then wear it. You can too wear H&M and Target and would be able to express yourself through the clothes.

Fashion is too, not shallow/dumb/consumerist/superficial. If you think that way, then shouldn't music and art be considered shallow/dumb/idiotic, since fashion is too expressing yourself except through clothes. To me, it's the best way to let my inner self out because I'm not the one who can paint a picture at whim nor very good with lyrics and words. Fashion is fun/exciting/awesome/thought-provoking and people outside this billion dollar bubble just do not get it. Seeing this industry as a way of ripping off twelve year old kids and their parents and those who support it as a materialistic bunch of misfits: it is kinda funny to see how the haters are too as shallow as they make the fashion industry to be,  just because they have never truly step into the world they deem as shallow.

Where others might think it's ugly and weird, I might love it. People may say that I'm probably having a rebellious streak in me, but I think I'm just who I am.

February 18, 2010

mama says that fashion is for girls. papa says that he doesn't get fashion, it's shallow.

"Are you doing a Before and After shot I'm not aware of?"

And by the way, I totally think the Comme Des Garcons Fall '09 collection is unisex, so I'm going to get myself a blanket-carpet-jacket. When I save enough money.

That's all.

February 11, 2010

alexander mcqueen, this is a song for you. because I hate that you're a genius.

UPDATE: TO CLEAR ALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN JUST BEFORE THE NEWS OF HIS DEATH. GOD BLESS MCQUEEN AND HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

So in the spirit that I'm feeling like a retarded crazy freak today because tomorrow is a school holiday and me feeling like very song-writer-ish  (which I still strongly believe I am possessed by Tavi), here is a song that I've written for Alexander McQueen. (To the tune of Bad Romance).

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh

Come fuck me, A-McQueen

(Just jokin')

Ga-Ga-ah-ah-ah-ah

Muh-uh-Muh-uh-uh-uh

Ga-ga-ooh-la-la

I want your brain, man.

Ga-Ga-ah-ah-ah-ah

Muh-uh-Muh-uh-uh-uh

Ga-ga-ooh-la-la

I want your brain, man.

I want you, sexy.

I want your disease.

I want you Alexander,

Your geniosity

I need your love.

(LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, I WANT YOUR LOVE.)

I saw your drama,

The cutting of clothes

You mocked Dior's New Look, You did houndstooth

I want your clothes,

Ar-ma-di-llos

Ar-ma-di-llos

(Armadillos, I need them both).

You know that I want you,

And you know I wanna love you,

Alexander McQueen, my McQueen.

I want your brain,

You can never have your revenge.

I need to have your Spring collection

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!)

I want those prints

And I want those shoes

They are so fucking amazing baaaad ass.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!

With my Alexander McQueen.

I saw the 90s.

Your grad collection.

I saw them and fell in love

Had A Hernia

Her-Her-Her-nee-ya

Had A Hernia

(Ah-Ah-Ah, You love GAGA).

You know that I want you.

(Cause I'm a freak bitch,baby)

And you know that I need you

You're a muthafucking genius.

You spray-painted clothes

You cut them up, You hate Gi-ven-on-chy

(Oh-oh-oh-oooh)

LVMH was a fool to not employ you.

You are effing ah-mazing.

And I can't write this song anymore.

Because I realised I fell out of tune halfway.

HAHAHA

(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99

Blue lace. And I totally love the structure and the volume of the dress. I can already imagine the the dress swaying left and right to the motion of the body...then again, don't even dare to try. My brain exploded while trying to do so.

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99

The hair is kinda reminiscent of Spring 09. And I totally approve of underwear being made in leather.

Alexander McQueen Spring Summer 98

Metal Ribcage and Spine. It's kinda sick when you imagine the dress on your body, just the shape (especially the spine) gives me goosebumps. Never really like bones that you can feel its shape just by touching it.

Alexander McQueen Spring Summer 98

This was the show (Entitled "The Golden Shower") where "rain" fell upon the models as they walk calmly down the runway.

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99

The infamous show that Alexander McQueen did for Givenchy. Robots spray painting white dresses and the model's expression is classic. Damn, why wasn't I at that show?

I LOVE THIS MAN.

UPDATE: JUST 1 HOUR AFTER WRITING MY SONG ABOUT ALEXANDER MCQUEEN, ALEXANDER MCQUEEN IS REPORTED TO HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE. LIFE IS A BITCH. ONE DAY YOU ARE GUSHING ABOUT HIS GENIOSITY, THE NEXT YOU'RE MOURNING ABOUT HIS DEATH. THIS POST WILL AND FOREVER BE DEDICATED TO ONE OF THE GREATEST DESIGNERS IN FASHION EVER. RIP. ALEXANDER MCQUEEN. I WILL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER. I WILL SING THIS SONG WHENEVER I MISS YOU.

February 09, 2010

that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean.

Andy: You know, it’s just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. You know, I’m still learning about all this stuff.

Miranda Priestly: This… stuff? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room…from a pile of stuff.

 

"This is the best part of the entire movie. I hope one day to have that amount of knowledge to own ANYONE who makes fun of being a fashion major."

Me too, then again I think I can own anyone in school. SPEWS OUT THE NAMES OF REI KAWAKUBO, HUSSEIN CHALAYAN, JOHN GALLIANO......SHOWS SMUG FACE AND MUMBLES "DEMODE ONES. YOU'RE SO SHALLOW, GARCON." AND SHOWS THE FACE OF THE LADY IN THE BACKGROUND IN THE FIRST PICTURE.

And so I shall create my own version of the story set in the ever-so-shoulder-paddy world of Vogue Paris...

THE STORY OF CARINE AND BALMAIN

Andy (who got transferred from US Vogue and got a little smarter): It's just that Balmain is just so....I dunno boring and overdone. No one in New York wants to wear this anymore.

Carine: Boring....You call Balmain boring. Oh okay, I see, you think that just because you have worked under Anna Wintour and got influenced by her Oscar de la Renta and Carolina Herrera-ish dressing that you think Balmain is boring. So you go to your closet and select out, I don't know, that Zara blazer of yours, and pair it with that grand-mumsy Oscar skirt because you are trying to tell the world that you are not a rocker-girl who loves to club every night and would rather sit on your couch and read Oscar Wilde poems and watch The Golden Girls. But what you don't know is that this Balmain jacket is not just any other jacket. These, you see are not the 80s shoulder pads, these are modern and pointy rather than broad and frumpy. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2007, Christophe Decarnin of Balmain reinvented the shoulder pads and brought Balmain back on to the fashion map. And then I think it was Dolce and Gabbana who started showing exaggerated shoulders, weren't them. And then shoulder pads quickly showed up in the collections of Givenchy, Phillip Lim, Calvin Klein, and Louis Vuitton. But ultimately it was Balmain, this Balmain jacket, which sparked a global trend of shoulder pads, and it filtered down high-street labels and departement stores and then trickled down to a so-called specialized corner of Zara and Forever 21, which girls are dying to get one of the imitation ones. And did you know that because of the millions of 'Balmain-inspired' jackets that were sold at Zara, that the company had money to be able to manufacture your normal looking blazer you have on, which you no doubt fished out of the sale department because you think it is just the right amount of grand-mumsy-ness for you. However, did you know that the people you are working for today are those who made Balmain famous? You see, Emmanuelle Alt over there, she is the stylist for Balmain and was the creator of the dreams of many teenage girls. And It was we who put Balmain in the pages of our magazines, fille charmante. That jacket represents millions of dollars and countless of jobs so it's sort of comical that you're thinking that this jacket is hideous when you don't even know that it was the people in this room who helped made it..........hideous. In fact, you're hired only because we get our major ads from Balmain and not.......Zara and Oscar de la Renta.

Trust me, I still love Carine and Emmanuelle (and the people at Vogue Paris, who don't support Balmain. No wait, that would mean no one but whatever), Oscar de la Renta and Caroline Herrera but I just think that Balmain is just......oh I dunno, boring. This story is mocking Balmain by the way, if you didn't notice that yet.

February 07, 2010

from the archives of lee (alexander) mcqueen.

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 94

Alexander McQueen Autumn/Winter 95 96

This has gotta be one of my favourite collections from the 90s. When I saw the first few sets of pictures, alive in my head was a story of how a mermaid (you see those eyes in the first picture) got washed up on shore: shredded dresses, exposed boob (but looking extremely elegant), small little cut-outs in the skirts. The third picture was just exhilarating with the torn knit sweater, see-through wave patterns on the skirt and the model with red hair; kinda reminded me of corals being lodged in her hair and seaweed being wrapped around her legs. The last picture provided some sort of end to the story: a warrior/guard of some sort had captured the mermaid who was trying to escape from her evil father, back to where she belonged (LOL at this part, can't believe I wrote such a crappy ending). This has gotta be the first time when I can actually make up a whole story from just the clothes. AMAZING!

If the above story seems uninteresting, please forgive me for the lack of story-telling abilities. Hahaha.

Alexander McQueen Auntumn/Winter 94 95

Fashion is just perverse. Period.

Alexander McQueen's graduation collection from Saint Martins. The skirts.

Pictures via RoseMaryGeorge

February 04, 2010

i keep on forgetting that i was born in the 90s. i have a strange feeling that i came from the 80s.

Another reason why I absolutely love the 90s (apart from the original supermodels age and awesome Gianni Versace ads) is that it's amazing to see how far designers have come to achieve their status today. Alexander McQueen for example used to do really freaky and creepy, out of the world stuff, that may not definitely be seen as pretty in the 90s but his design aesthetics of today can be seen as mind-blowing AWESOMENESS DISGUSTINGLY PRETTY but with a slight crazy edge (you just can't wash the craziness out of McQueen). That's how amazing stuff is. And another reason why I love the 90s is that a fashion show was never just a fashion show. I think Hussein Chalayan was crazy-amazing when it came to presenting his clothes. And it's funny to see how editors in the past used to see Rei Kawakubo and Issey Miyake's work as weird and largely unwearable but now these editors are begging (maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit) to have Comme in their publications. History just loves to poke fun at people, spit at their faces and stomp on their toes.

Viktor and Rolf

This I swear is not a real person. I got so freaked out seeing this in the middle of the night, and I swear her eyes were following me whenever I go. Until I chose to deceive myself that she was just a doll.

Viktor and Rolf

OMG, I have no idea why, but the Alice of Alice in Wonderland looks exactly like this in my head.

Elsa Schiaparelli Fall 1937-38

Oh hi, you must be Stephen Jones grandmother and Isabella Blow's long lost sister. No, seriously.

Issey Miyake Spring 1991

This is so Lady Gaga-ish (that's a compliment by the way if you didn't notice that. If so then you're either a douchebag or Taylor Swift or both). And this should be in the "Museum of Amazing Awesome Things that Should Never be Shown Beside the Mona Lisa Because It Will Make her Look Like She's Wearing a Monk's Robe".

Comme des Garcons 1999-2000

This reminds me of Comme Fall 09. It's like Rei draped my mother's 80s prints over my grandmother's ancient rug.

Hussein Chalayan.

Hussein Chalayan, is a genius. The way he presents his clothes is kind of intriguing.

The first photo is kinda crazy. The skirts are actually draped over the models/people/presenters' seats and makes you wonder if there are seats in their skirts/ the models are phantom-chairing/or if the skirts are made of kick-ass fabrics that you can seat on them/or if they're are a bunch of psychics levitating, especially some of them have their eyes close. CREEPY.

And the second photo is an obvious mockery/parody of Hussein's country (Turkey) and religion. The barely visible painted face either could mean the national colours of Turkey or England (where he moved to later) and the head scarves are obviously related to the most common religion in Turkey. My only take on this (I'm not being a racist nor discriminating anyone when saying this) is that it's kinda of a mockery and irony to the traditional, conservative dressing that I think Hussein wants to bring out. The first few looks... "Ah, a tribute to his country and patriotism" but then, the final looks say all that Hussein wants to convey through this collection.

Coming from a conservative background and country and especially designing clothes that are considered not exactly very adhering to the culture and tradition, Hussein through this collection (from what I think) is kinda saying "This collection is to shut up all the haters. I've had enough. No one stops me from doing what I like." Clothing that are able to speak is exactly what fashion should be all about. I can't say much (sensitive issue alert!) but having your own interpretation of the clothes can be quite a refreshing experience.

I love collections that make me think.

Christy and Linda, Vogue 90s.

It's been some time since I've seen models smiling on the covers of Vogue. And have I told you how much I love the supermodels era.

I think I must be out of my mind but I think I'm gonna cover the 90s until I've something to blog about during Fall Winter 2010.

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February 02, 2010

THE RADDEST SKIRT EVER! AND I'M TYPING IN CAPS SO THAT SHOULD TELL YOU HOW CRAZY IT IS.

Hussein Chalayan Fall 2000

The magic of Hussein Chalayan knows how to make a skirt from a table. This is like the coolest, I MEAN COOLEST, piece of clothing ever. Would love to see it in action.

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