Posts Tagged ‘paris’

All the fashion weeks in the world just wrapped.  Unfortunately I didn’t pay attention to London (too busy at work), Italy was underwhelming (DG rolled out yet ANOTHER show full of leopard prints and Italian-woman-in-the-forties shapes… and a curious number of models without pants), but Paris delivered thanks to Dior’s funky, period ready-to-wear show and Chanel’s walking-on-water runway + iceberg (yet shitty– IMOHO– collection… two words: yeti boots). Don’t subscribe to WWD? Me neither, but I can borrow their images & show you the three cool things to come out of Pepe Le Pew‘s chic hometown.

1. Keep your eyes peeled for these kick-ass stockings– in theory for next fall, but why not this spring if you can find them:

Style them with see-through negligees layered with puffy culottes for day… (did I just suggest that?…)

…and silky black things for night.   Note: the hair kicked ass at Dior: poofy up top and ratty braidy at the bottom.  Will definitely be rocking that to work upon one-too-many at DOC.

2.  Karl Lagerfeld’s designs were underwhelming/ugly, but the man is fashion’s Jesus and made models walk on water:Brills.

**Read more about his “Climate change chic” (yes, Virginia, that is a paradox) collection here.

3.  Final observation, though hardly original as WWD has the same article (or at least I presume from the title- I can’t read their article because I don’t subscribe)… Dior’s RTW collection is Alice in Wonderland meets Sherlock Holmes and I luurrve it!

Shopping list:  tophat, leather & velvet,  CAPES & LACE! (thanks Sherlock Holmes)

Alice in Wonderland gives us crazy hair, dramatic/sickly eyes and whimsically romantic outfits!  Behold:

and stacked neckline/collar + more lace:

I will let John Galliano bid you au revoir… until next fashion week(s)!



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…she would look like TAVI, the fashionista/blogger who is, in fact, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD

Oh, can you read that wristband? Allow me: DIOR.  This bitch (lovingly!)  is sitting in first rows at shows in fashion capitals around the world: Paris, New York, Tokyo.  Check out what she wears to school (when she’s not skipping to attend said shows):

Rodarte tights.

Tavi’s About Me: “Wears batman capes and oversized hats. Scatters black petals on Rei Kawakubo’s doorsteps and serenades her in rap. I wish I was Daria but I get too excited about things like candy to be deadpan all the time.”  Also, she has a Bob Dylan shrine.

Tavi’s Book:

She explains: “One of my favorite color combinations is coral and blue.”

Her blog Style Rookie is a must-read, beautiful & quirky.  There you’ll find commentary on design/fashion, more pages from her book, and breakdowns of what she wears (always a mish-mosh, always intriguing).  Plus Tavi clues us in on her fabulously-eccentric, singular life in a charming voice. Sample:

“I packed my Proenza Schouler shirt (courtesy of Wonder [Bread] Boy Team Jack & Lazaro) but ended up wearing it to breakfast and Really Expensive Pharmacy At Which We Spent An Obscene Amount Of French Bones Because We Didn’t Realize There Was a Monopris Right Around the Corner.”

I was going to end this post saying that though it seems impossible Tavi is 13, her room proves otherwise, but then I realized that at 21, my desk in Bologna was pretty much permanently in this state:

At least Tavi has an excuse…


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On a lazy Sunday afternoon, on a mission to find obscure superfoods/raw milk (damn your wimpy dairy section, Urban Rustic!), I wandered into an apothecary at the fabulous Woodley & Bunny salon-cum-beauty-center off the Bedford stop in trendy-to-death Williamsburg.

I proceeded to sniff my way around its exquisite paaarrfum selection and ended up gravitating to a display of overturned glass funnels.

Upon lifting and inhaling, I was taken to another dimension (not THAT dimension).  Or, to say it better, transported to 1828, to Jules Verne’s lapel (bear with me).  At the  time, though, it smelled of the aristocratic Italian waifs I had just partied with the night before in a sprawling Soho loft: smoky, musky, totally luxe, masculine, yet on a woman, irresistibly feminine.  Please, feast your eyes (with a saint’s aureola beaming from it & an otherworldly ‘awe’/’behold’ sound dancing in your ears) on the beyond-Hermes, super luxury, I-didn’t-know-what-perfume-was-until-I-met-you 1828:

I will let the website (soooo J. Peterman!) explain the inspiration for this divine parfum:

“He was born in Nantes, at the beginning of this century of discoveries. The close ocean would take him far away, inspiring him extraordinary adventure novels. Inspired by Jules Verne, the father of litterary science fiction, this eau de parfum for modern globe-trotters, breathes its aromatic Hesperides-like scents, just as a marine breeze over a wild heath. A freshness tinted with sophistication. ”

Where do these insane product manifestoes come from? Why the creatore of the parfums, Gérald Ghislain, the creator, of course, of the entire line, called the Bibliotheque, or library.  Please, read his biography:

“GG wrote his own story with the frantic rhythm of a passionate jack of all trades.  An epicurean, he tastes all of life’s savors, sprinkling his daily life with refined luxury. In love, he gives his all to his projects. Insatiable wonderer, he listens, reads and discovers, drawing inspiration from his trips and encounters. His adventures began in front of an oven. He is still the happy owner of a restaurant and a bar in Paris. Enlightened lover of live arts, he produced Sentires in 2004 , a Flamenco show  touring x the world.  Perfumery is an old dream of his. Following a solid training at ISIPCA, Gérald founded Histoires de Parfums in 1999 and created a collection of twelve rare and delicate perfumes. Fulfilled, he has the firm intention of pursuing the adventure and telling many more Histoires de Parfums.”

Can I meet you?! Can I smell you?!

Oh, and, the Marquis de Sade’s neck smelled of…? “The libertine writer would undoubtedly have enjoyed the audacity of this spiced wooded scent, an invitation to pleasure with its bergamot and Davana Sensualis hints, rounded with patchouli and everlasting flower.”  No wonder he got so many people to do so many, um, amorous activities. I might be tempted too, if he were wearing 1740.


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according to jonny johansson on style.com, acne’s f/w 09 collection was inspired by a 70-year-old jewel-encrusted man sitting at cafe de flore in paris, and also artsy chicks from berlin.

we hope you know us well enough by now to know how we feel about inspirations such as these.

love, love, love love love.



wicked sharp geometricity, siiiiick platforms, nifty layering, a city-chic color scheme, and a general feeling of the sort of nonchalance that only comes with being too cool for school, have us all a-twitter.

i promised myself i wouldn’t end this with a stupid joke about acne the skin problem vs. acne the swedish fashion company whose name actually stands for “ambition to create novel expressions”.

i intend to keep that promise.

[ stefanie ]

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the best part of fashion week, is the fashion shows.

the second best part (or first best, if you do not have an invitation to go inside) is the opportunity to ogle the passers-by and take notes on the trends that are to come.

in paris in 2007 we saw demolished hosiery, blazers blazers blazers, lace-up shoes and boots, quilting everywhere, shirts with faces on them, and more pairs of orangey-red tights than we could count. et voila, a year later, the lowest of the high street was selling the aforementioned goods.

now it is 2009, and south-eastern virginia is not exactly full of fashion forward ladies.

NO MATTER; we have found the next best thing, and its name is mary kate olsen.


the most important lesson to be learned from this photograph is:

we were wrong. small round glasses a la john lennon/yoko ono are not silly, they are AWESOME. they are the way of the future. i still refuse to wear them, because my head is gigantic and it tends to dwarf smaller frames; however, you, dear reader, blessed with a normal-sized head, should hightail it to your nearest sunglasses retailer and grab a pair.

second lesson: alexander wang rulezz, and ms. olsen is oh-so lucky to be carrying a tote from his f/w 2009 collection. studs studs studs.

third lesson: layer the lengths of your outerwear.

fourth lesson: motorcycle boots.

fifth lesson: BIG RINGS!

sixth lesson: mary kate olsen is so, so tiny.

[ stefanie ]

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am not usually the hugest fan of chanel — short tweed jackets don’t really do anything for me, and the whole denim + american flag thing a couple seasons back was grooosssss — however, the couture show this week in paris, was stunning.






the headpieces were designed by katsuya kamo, who must have made the most amazing paper snowflakes when he was in elementary school. fuck veils, this is what every lady should aspire to wear on her wedding day.

this jacket is also really really appealing:

chanel-2(all photos from style.com)

most of the monochromatic runway shows lately have revolved around black, and mr. lagerfeld’s (almost) all-white show did a wonderful job of highlighting shape and texture in a color usually reserved for brides and babies.

we continue to long for the fanciful optimistic days of f/w 09. a pristine parade of ladies dressed in graphic white ensembles isn’t exactly the awe-inspiring haute couture we wanted to see; however, it is nice to see a designer who previously cited amy winehouse as his muse producing such a dreamy-not-trashy collection. thank you, karl.

[ stefanie ]

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new animal collective, hooray!


nevermind the inauguration. go see them in new york on 20 january. it will be a magical concert going experience.

animal-collective(in paris, last year)


if you are still around two days later, matt and kim are playing in williamsburg. go. ’twill be the funnest show, ever. promise.


[ stefanie ]

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