Fashion week, or it's more politically correct verbiage fashun week, is the holy grail of all things wearable yet at my expense, unattainable and highly dreamable. If that were a real thing.
A lot has happened in the past 3 weeks, all of which I have little to no incentive, desire or intention to recap upon each and every of 300+ Fashun Showz that took place this September, if only for your sake and my sanity. But as an amateur blogger I'm almost 96% sure it's in the deed of my writ to URL ownership to "fill you in", even if told in all the glory of my biased and prematurely cultivated intellect.
Instead of reviewing show after show of masterful, ornate, pee-your-pants-worthy displays of beautifully crafted art–not even clothing, art–with tedious slivers of wit and invalid commentary, imma show you my 4 of my fave collections, and call it an afternoon. This way, we can get the point as quickly and as painlessly as possible with as little remorse in your in our mutual grief in absence to such event. If it makes you feel any better, I like pretend the my Stella McCartney SS14 invite got lost on the mail.
Remember when we played that game ages ago when I had to summarize my thoughts upon an item of clothing two sentences or less and then I took liberty of constructing a loosely based interpretation of that rule and wrote practically two paragraphs per photo? Well, let's do it again!
Though the above images don't nearly do the collection justice in providing a diverse cross-section of Izzy's masterful ARTWORK that strutted its stuff down the runway this past week, I still luff it. I give it to her, Marant sticks to what she knows i.e. the Parisian cool girl who knows her shit and just might have a close relative who was born on the Western frontier of Bohemia.
First of all, I have a current obsession with all things loafer related, so that's just one thing. The vibrancy and richness of texture on top of color, it all just seems to wake up something in my soul, you know? Like, I just want to swipe a glowstick across my lips so maybe my I can retain just a shred of the of demure downtown school girl/part time professor of psychology who happens to be a contributing editor at Women's Wear Daily. Yes please, do sign me up
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I will undoubtedly always love Kenzo for no reason at all but the fact that they are the source of that unrelenting and now infamous Kenzo tiger sweater trend that has been copped by every "unique" blogger in the realm of,well, blogging. That, and the fact that last season's fabrics featured these sick eye balls.And lots of them. The Kenzo girl is kool, whether you like her or not. Sure she never "technically" washes her hair, and sports the same unforgiving tinted sunglasses (her mother purchased at a thrift store 10 years ago) indoors, all the time. But little do you know, she is taking over the world. Behind those perrywinkle-blue lenses is a bonafied fashion-killa, inspired by none other than 70s tailoring and her triple major in neuroscience, Japanese and art therapy. Yes, she is that girl
Remember when we played that game ages ago when I had to summarize my thoughts upon an item of clothing two sentences or less and then I took liberty of constructing a loosely based interpretation of that rule and wrote practically two paragraphs per photo? Well, let's do it again!
Alexander Wang
Three reasons why I am in love with this collection:
1. The shoes make me happier that any sensible girl who appreciates a revival of the sexy mary-janes and rubber rain boots for the stylin' psych ward nurse.
2. Adam Levine's fiancee is in pictured numero dos.
3. Unbuttoned pajama inspired office shirts have never looked better (I mean, can we just look at her legs tho), unless of course you've seen Monday's post...
Isabel Marant
Though the above images don't nearly do the collection justice in providing a diverse cross-section of Izzy's masterful ARTWORK that strutted its stuff down the runway this past week, I still luff it. I give it to her, Marant sticks to what she knows i.e. the Parisian cool girl who knows her shit and just might have a close relative who was born on the Western frontier of Bohemia.
Creatures of the Wind
First of all, I have a current obsession with all things loafer related, so that's just one thing. The vibrancy and richness of texture on top of color, it all just seems to wake up something in my soul, you know? Like, I just want to swipe a glowstick across my lips so maybe my I can retain just a shred of the of demure downtown school girl/part time professor of psychology who happens to be a contributing editor at Women's Wear Daily. Yes please, do sign me up
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Kenzo
I will undoubtedly always love Kenzo for no reason at all but the fact that they are the source of that unrelenting and now infamous Kenzo tiger sweater trend that has been copped by every "unique" blogger in the realm of,well, blogging. That, and the fact that last season's fabrics featured these sick eye balls.And lots of them. The Kenzo girl is kool, whether you like her or not. Sure she never "technically" washes her hair, and sports the same unforgiving tinted sunglasses (her mother purchased at a thrift store 10 years ago) indoors, all the time. But little do you know, she is taking over the world. Behind those perrywinkle-blue lenses is a bonafied fashion-killa, inspired by none other than 70s tailoring and her triple major in neuroscience, Japanese and art therapy. Yes, she is that girl
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