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September 10, 2010

i guess it's finally here

I woke up today, with a strange sense of excitement, one that is usually reserved for Christmas mornings and the start of school breaks. Perhaps it was the dream I had last night, and its content I shall not tell. But more than that, I think I can attribute it to a plethora of reasons. As I switched on tweetdeck this morning, I could almost sense that something big was happening (and I was left out of it), the immense adrenaline diffusing from the screen to reality hardly make things better.

Abbey Lee had grown platinum blonde hair, or perhaps she always had a great way of covering up the fact that she was an albino all this while. Until now that is. And as I continued to scroll down, there came fast and furious, the unpleasant "reminders" that I had feared previously. Do I really need to know the "cult of Kate Lanphear", or Chanel Iman arriving at a Chanel Party, or Alexa Chung being the most enthusiastic dancer (and a whole lot more about some Chanel party that only served to make me hate this cruel world more than before)? Were all these tweets planned-lying dormant all this while, only to explode on us poor measly creatures and mocking our sad predicament? This, I believe was the work of the "high-up-there"s at Lincoln Centre. (And because of that, I'm demanding a life-time pass for fashion week.)

And as the truth started to sink in, my excitement slowly morphed into a vortex of emptiness. It was NYFW and I'm stuck 12 hours into the future, in Singapore. Which meant live-streaming would mean nothing, unless someone invented some sort of magical way to live-stream them into my dreams. And so for all you sad sad creatures out there who are curling up on your beds, still waiting for that elusive fashion week invite that might just never arrive, here's another reminder, "IT'S NYFW! AND YOU'RE HERE AND NOT THERE!" Let's all huddle together and cry. For the Lord may hear us. And might just send us into the arms (or rather the seats) of Rodarte.

Photo of Altuzarra Spring 2011 preview via vogue.com

June 27, 2010

yohji yohji yohji

If there's anything one would love to wear during summer, it would be t-shirt and shorts and nothing more. I have to admit that casual does play a significant part in my 'wardrobe agenda' during summer and in Singapore, the most you can layer, even during the coldest of days, would be nothing more than a trench-coat (that is if you always stay indoors.) I'm not here to talk or defend about easy dressing but quite the opposite, I'm here to yak about Yohji Yamamoto new menswear collection that addresses the issue of 'dressing down'. I'm not particularly sure when the American way of t-shirt dressing started to dominate the wardrobes of people worldwide (probably the 90s, probably) but if there's anything dandier than the suits of today, then history would only prove better. 18th century dressing to be exact, that was the time Yohji Yamamoto looked back to. And because I'm a history student who is very much in love with history, my senses would only react with excitement to this collection. Pull up your stockings and hoses, put on your powdered wigs and make-up, because that's how Mr Yohji sees it.

If there was anything different about the line-up of models, it was that they were playing characters, one could spot an aristocrat, or a classic English Gentleman or a literary laureate from the Victorian era. A stark difference from the model clones we saw at Prada. Everything was very elaborate, from the powdered faces, to the mustaches and full-grown beards, and to sausage curls and ponytails on the head. At one point of the collection, we thought we saw Willy Wonka replicas come down the runway, complete with top-hats and felted millinery kookier than what Mr Willy Wonka would ever put on. At another point, we even thought we saw those court officials that wore powdered wigs in fairytales come to life, only that would be creepy and so something closer to real life, would be those who wear gowns and wigs in courtrooms. A digression, why would anyone try to act serious when they are in costume? (You get what I mean. I'm trying to be funny, but apparently not. Awkward laughter.)

Even if the hats and make-up and not forgetting the stockings stayed true to history, the clothes were anything but that. Eccentric would be the proper term to describe these garments, and 'clothes revived from the coffin'? Not quite so. The first part of the collection saw the use of florals, one that would probably be seen on the wallpapers of an old English house or on the armchair in an old antique shop. Unfortunately, style.com didn't provide any detail shots because that would add on to the excitement I'm having for florals right now, though it would take me lots of guts and a whole lot of bottles of tequila and vodka and gin for me to wear floral prints out onto the streets. Then again maybe I will, but I first need to find one that suits me. There were also some sort of cross-stitching/embroidery/patchwork on a few of the jackets, of what seemed to be teddy-bears and a christmas tree (?) and arrows of a compass (???), but a pity no detail shots were provided. Though a little kitschy, it sure would make for a great detail (that Tommy Ton would shoot for GQ) and not forgetting, very endearing too.

If you were expecting to see Savile Row suits when Yohji announced he was taking things a little formal for this collection, you obviously do not know Yohji Yamamoto well enough. When he said he was dressing things up, what he really meant was loose, long, even oversized formal wear-his signature proportions. But while keeping with his design DNA, Yohji also stepped away from the use of monochromes, and introduced a broader (and the first in a long time) palette of orange, turquoise, and purple. There were the oversized jackets and looser versions of tailcoats, but honestly, one could easily mistake one for the other if he hadn't look closely. The shirting was cut at the ends to resemble waistcoats and Yohji had very very lovingly and adorably included oversized bow ties in a few looks. Those with a keen eye for identifying fashion faux pas, would have noticed that collars and even the lapels of jackets were upturned, but then again these were very different from those who have the annoying habit of popping up their collars of their polo shirts. Perhaps these here were high-peaked, but nonetheless it made for a real interesting detail, and the way they were done, it was nothing pretentious but more of nonchalance and just that 'I-couldn't-care-less' attitude.

It was a great story that Yohji told with his clothes, one that crossed between history and reality, eccentricity and elegance, and the living and the dead. It was indeed a breath of fresh air, just like Spring and how Spring clothes should be. My favourite menswear collection for this season. Vuvuzela.

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