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April 01, 2010

on paper they are the most beautiful people.

So you and I know that we will never be in a most beautiful people list, but I'm glad that we could still be in the running for Paper's list. As said on its website, the amazing folks that Paper has brought in are a bunch of purposefully diverse, eclectic and slightly off-kilter people. You know what this means, I'm sayin' that Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie and George Clooney wouldn't even be considered for this. I'm just sayin'....maybe I could stand a chance. You know, just sayin'...

(Ok, stop it. You and I won't stand a chance, especially when the coolest people are in it.)

1. autumn de wilde & shirley kurata

Autumn and Shirley have probably spent weekends with Elijah Wood at Kate and Laura Mulleavy's house watching horror movies, know every book in their colour-coded bookshelf, and probably, just probably have gossiped about how Alexander, Jack and Lazaro are having secret affairs with fashion editors when they stay in the same apartment during New York Fashion Week. Jokin'. The stylist-photographer pair has been with Rodarte from the beginning, organising the house's first runway show in 2005, dressing up the models, and you know the rest of the story, where Barneys and Bergdorf came along, and Anna Wintour and Tavi came sitting front row.

2. hanne gaby odiele

The only similarity Hanne Gaby has with other models is her 'founding story': a 17-year-old Hanne Gaby Odiele was minding her own business at a music festival in her native Kortrijk, Belgium, when she was approached by a man asking if she was interested in being a model. A golden opportunity or a classic pick-up line? “I didn’t really trust it,” she remembers and adds with a smile, “but now I’m here.” Other than that, Hanne Gaby is like no other. Hanne Gaby, like I mean Hanne Gaby Odiele, she should be in this list like forever. To me, Hanne Gaby has the best streetstyle among all the models; she does not do the same model off-duty look: t-shirt, jeans and biker jacket, that probably ten other models are doing.....you see. She's my favourite model now, she's mah gurl.

You tell me, who wears Dries head to toe and have Miu Miu collars.

MORE MIU COLLARS.

And plays air guitar with other model band mates backstage.

3. ohne titelDesigners Flora Gill (she's the one sitting down, who prefers bright hues and arts and craft) and Alexa Adams (she's the one with the dark-clad, city-girl persona) named their ready-to-wear label Ohne Titel, or “untitled” in German, as an homage to Anselm Kiefer, the German artist who inspired their first collection and often leaves his work… you guessed it. The designer pair met in their second year at Parsons and their story is much more interesting: “I actually saw Flora’s work before I ever met her,” says Adams. “Everyone put their work up on the wall. I remember seeing Flora’s and thinking, ‘Oh, that’s really good.” Adds Gill, “Ours were exact opposites.” But it was the perfect contradicting formula that has made them recognisable among the sea of wearable yet sometimes repetitive collections in New York. Their clash of ideas and concepts often produces a cool mish-mash of avant garde and traditional handiwork, which has no doubt won over many editors, including Carine Roitfeld.

4. natalie joosARGH, MIU MIU AND DIET COKE. Natalie Joos is so so cool, probably the most stylish casting director, Tommy Ton thinks so too. She is responsible for picking the right faces for ad campaigns and shows, and has made famous Jacquelyn Jablonski and Lisanne de Jong. Having modeled and earned a journalism degree before she became a successful casting director and setting up her own casting agency, she admits that her journalism skills do not help her as a casting director but Joos still does occasionally write for magazines. "I do write good emails too," She adds.

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.

December 31, 2009

Lust is an obsession and we all die for Ro-Dar-te. Trust me, I have no idea what I'm saying.

OH MY GOD. I FEEL LIKE I'M ON CRACK ON SOMETHING (OK MAYBE SOMETHING MORE LIKE AFTER EATING TONS OF CHOCOLATE AND ICE CREAM SINCE I'VE NEVER CAME CLOSE TO EVEN SMOKING CRACK OR SOMETHING.) AND I'M TYPING IN CAPS.

I DIED WHEN I SAW THIS, (AND GOT REVIVED BECAUSE GOD WANTED TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO BUY THESE). IT'S RODARTE, FOR MEN. AND MAY I EMPHASIZE ON THE PHRASE 'FOR MEN'. WHO SAYS MEN CAN'T WEAR RODARTE, AND NOW IT COMES ALONG WITH RIPPED KNITS COMPLETE WITH THE TAG AT THE BACK SAYING 'RODARTE HOMME' OR 'ELIJAH WOOD WOULD BE PROUD' OR 'FOR THE CLACKERS WHO DIED AND REVIVED JUST BECAUSE OF THIS KNIT YOU'RE HOLDING ON'. (COMPLETELY MAKING THIS UP, is it not obvious enough?)

OH, OH, DAMN I THINK I GOT A HERNIA.

Rodarte for men. and you thought i was joking all along. how dare you.

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