Recently 14 year old gossip girl Taylor Momsen was signed to IMG's Womens board. Not only is she in the fabulous company of Moss and Stam, but she also plans to stay far, far away from Candie's and other horrific tweenage brands. Her test shots are dope, and we love her little lip curl a la Elvis but does this little girl have the ability to really sell ready to wear?
We saw it at Nina Ricci last season- girls traipsing down the catwalk with playfully muddied hair who looked like they had been dancing all night at Palais and were returning home in the wee hours of the morning. Matte chalky powder smokily rubbed into the crowns of their tresses.
Now at Chanel this fall Karl gave us a slight bit of deja vu when Vlada and the gang rocked gilded highlights down the center of their locks and under their Eastern European brows.
So my question is...could one pull off this look on a Saturday night? I have to say I am beyond tempted to to powder my hair like Marie Antoinette and test the look. I think a gold or bronze loose powder (highly pigmented of course) could really get quite a splash.
I do not know a single girl who isn't fascinated by the diminuitive Mary-Kate's insane style. So when I discovered this little behind the scenes clip of MK at her Elle UK cover shoot, I knew then and there I had to share it with all of you.
I adore American Apparel not only for bringing back the body suit, but also for giving us the Nylon Spandex Micro-Mesh Body suit (which I imagine as the sluttier, provocative older cousin of the body suit who got kicked out of boarding school for sleeping with the Dean.)
I have been drooling over his effortless chic ready to wear line for three seasons knowing full well that I did not have the finances or the common sense to spend $150 dollars on a T-shirt.
Well now I can own a piece of the dream and so can you.
T by Alexander Wang, “will feature 12 styles — from tanks ($28 wholesale) to T-shirt dresses ($40) — all cut in the designer’s signature languid style, with colors ranging from simple whites and heather grays to lavender, chartreuse and cerulean”. “Necklines are stretched and armholes are strategically lowered so that it looks worn in,” he explains. “It’s like sleeping in a T-shirt and then wearing it the next day. It’s not this crisp little T out of the dryer. It’s draped and kind of wilted.”
Can we take a minute to discuss this decidedly unfussy accessory?
The beanie has always in my eyes been more of a provider of warmth than Sartorialist fodder. My earliest memories of this cold weather accoutrement would have to be on a school trip to Alcatraz where it was deemed a necessity by my mother so as not to catch cold. Admittedly, I have not spent much time thinking about it since. But this fall at Burberry and Alexander Wang it proudly defied all my preconceived notions and stood coolly tall atop Iekeline's head. This sent me diving feverishly into my hat and glove drawer only to return unsatisfied with a slouchy, crocheted version of the trend which seemed a little too Ashlee Simpson.
I am not one to give up quite so easily however. I scoured Intermix, Diavolina, Madison...all not structured enough and with too much adornment and yes. Slightly defeated I went to Rite Aid to buy a pack of cigarettes and there low and behold was the perfect beanie. Black, structured, no unnecessary adornment and $6.99.
Lately I have been spending far, far too many hours hunched over my Macbook indulging in www.TheSelby.com. The blog is a deliciously indie take on House Beautiful. Todd Selby steps inside the inner sanctums of today's most innately stylish and at times zany movers and shakers. I'm currently envious of Mitch Alfus, (The Leather King of NY)- his NY studio steeped in sooty old medicine bags and Montecristo cigar boxes. I guarentee once you take a peek at artist Meryl Smith's spookily romantic taxidermist take on interior decorating- you too will be hooked.
Who can deny the insanely satisfying feeling of a fly on the wall?
While I must try to contain my tears rumor on the street is that Olympic champion Michael Phelps is dating fashion's own Lily Donaldson. Poor Vladimir! Could that love story truly be over? I did see Lily and Vlad in Cannes this past May and they looked completely and terribly in love.
Things to consider here:
-If this pairing is in fact true, will we be seeing less and less Lily in French Vogue? I'm sure Carine won't feel quite as fond of Donaldson.
-Will Vlad find another catwalker to mend his broken heart?
-Was this pairing at all influenced by Vogue's April cover? The idea of models and athletes is devastatingly proper, as Giselle and LeBron demonstrated.
I have been on the edge of my seat all summer anxiously anticipating the arrival of The Virgins music video for Rich Girls. This anticipatory glee has only heightened after I found out that the leading lady in the vid was to be none other than fashion darling and mischief maker, Behati Prinsloo. Music videos and models have always gone hand in hand, ever since Helena Christensen smoldered in Chris Isaak's Wicked Games vid.
Models just possess that insatiable quality of devilry which when combined with surreal beauty, conceives the perfect devil may care attitude of a video vixen. In the Rich Girls video Behati exudes that simple and enviable sexuality of good girl gone bad.
Enjoy! And try not to feel too bitter at sweet Behati- very few can kill it in a sequined baseball cap and garters quite like she.
For a very long time now I have been looking to Freja Beha Ericson for my androgynous style fix and I have to admit as terrible as it is I became quite bored with her! Gorgeous girl- but not quite cutting it for me.
So imagine my pleasure and delightful astonishment at the new brilliant Marc by Marc adverts featuring fashion darling Cole Mohr! It seems silly that for such a long stretch of time the fashion community has been highlighting the masculinity in women...when there is a large and highly unexplored world of feminine male models and young, stylish and slender fashion dears.
Whether Cole is splayed across train tracks or looking down demurely in a bow front LBD one thing is undeniable...killer legs. This kid is going big. TRUST ME.
BryanBoy must feel so honored at this moment in time.
How killer does Anja Rubik look in July's German Vogue? Editorials like this one truly scream summer. While Rubik was long overdue for her first Vogue cover, it was absolutely worth the wait since she looks simply divine. Agyness must be pisssssssed.
1. Try lace tights for fall? Pair these with last season's jewel tone shift or tunic and ease your way into autumn. Miuccia sent all her girls down the runway dolled up in lace, and who are we to question anything she does?
2. Stain your pout a deep, matte plum? Forego the gloss for just an evening and add some real old Hollywood glamour to your look. This is made infinitely more satisfying by the envious looks you will undoubtedly be receiving all night long from your peers.
3. Honor the late and great Yves Saint Laurent by wearing your own version of his classic le smoking? I can't think of anything sexier than seeing a tuxedo-clad woman strut confidently into a room filled with silly girls in even sillier party frocks.
This week it was not Erin Wasson, Carine or even Kate who inspired me. Usually these girls and their incredible sense of style have a very proportionate effect on my debit card but it was instead Allen Ginsburg's poem Howl that carried me away to a forgotten era. The energy and verbose quality of it makes me feel very 1994 NYC. (see Mary-Kate as an lovely little drug addled urchin in The Wackness for a visual aide) The grit and reality of Howl claws almost down to your bones- the seemingly endless chains of degenerate prose rolling down your tongue and past your lips. Despite being over 50 years old Howl still shocks and seduces the reader with unabashed provocations. And what it provoked me to do? Peruse the web for a Balmain miniature a la Gwenyth Paltrow to pair with my very worn in ankle booties and head to my favorite shadowy dive bar on Hollywood Blvd.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night,"
To read the Howl in its entirety (which i do highly suggest!)