Friday, July 30, 2010
Oh Mulberry, You Shouldn't Have!! The Kristin Bag
"Part of what we like to call our Working Girl collection, The Kristin is the perfect bag for the Mulberry girl-on-the-go. Toss Kristin into your everyday bag to keep bits organized, then take her out on her own at lunch time or after work."
Mulberry, you can toss me in your bag and then take me out on my own at lunch time ANYTIME.
Dazed and Confused: Then and Thenner At Material Gallery
Material Gallery (the quaint shop in which I had my book signing) has teamed with Dazed & Confused to help the mag unload some of its stock of backissues.
Old magazines? You say, wrinkling your nose at the idea of paying for out of print and out of date fashion news, now here this. If there's one thing a hardcore fashionista loves, it's collecting old magazines. Since stumbling into this industry, I have met all sorts of collectors. People who have never let a Vogue or Nylon slip through their clutches, who search for elusive under the radar mags to add to their collections. The debates about the future of print may continue to rage, but there is certainly no question surrounding the value of its past and history.
So as long as supplies last, with every purchase of the current issue of Dazed, you can help yourself to a vintage copy of the mag (the oldest on hand was c. 1995, the mag launched in '92). Since Dazed started out as a limited fold out poster, Material also have cover posters on hand for £30 a piece--the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and a picture of Justin Timberlake, fresh out of 'Nsync, were the two most popular on the luanch night.
I personally wound up with two copies, 1997 and 1995, and was not surprised, flipping through them, to find the editorial a lot edgier, a lot grungier (whisper it with me now: full of S-E-X). One of the issues even had a shoot entitled "Backstage Toilets" with dark, moody shots of catwalk gazelles squatting backstage in their twelve inch heels. Also really interesting to note, the advertising. From a consumer perspective, one who was consuming glossy editorial like Seventeen back in the mid-90's, I don't think brands' marketing ploys have changed much. Advertising is advertising, peoples' heartstrings haven't changed and a ploy will always be a ploy. However, looking in particular at two Diesel ads, I realized how much marketing strategy has evolved over the last decade and a half, internet or no internet. I guess it's like losing a lot of weight over time, those close to you don't see it, but bump into an ex or a long lost friend and it's like WHAM! different person.
1995: Looks to history, in particular Neil Armstrong's walking on the moon, to make an ironic statement about consumer culture and way of life in the 1990's. The bitterness in the tone, the mocking irony of how man's progress in space hails the advent of a technological utopia is somewhat unsettling in an advert for denim....
"...Our presence on the moon will make our planet a better place. We will have no more wars, no starvation, no evil of any form. Within ten years we will eliminate the possibility of an energy crisis as every household will have its own nuclear power-plant in the basement. People will also grow wealthier everyday and a wee's vacation on a space station or honeymoon on the moon will become common. People aboard space shuttles--the buses and trains of the future--will fly out to the luxury hotels of the solar system, and we will be the happiest people of all time."
1997: What have we here? This is an unsettling image making a strong social statement (again, using denim and tees??). A black family sits gathered round the Christmas tree in the stereotypical American white upper middle class living room--and the living room pictured here is STARK white to emphasize the fact. Oh, yes, and there's the white butler in the corner too. The snarky tagline suggests to me that the ad is mocking the blind nature of consumerism at its most carnivorous during the economic boom of the Clinton heyday. The brand is making fun of its own customer base's obsession with, well, the act of consuming. It's almost the antidote to the cackling optimism of the previous advert: all the money and status in the world, be you white, lack, green, won't make you happy. An adherence to material things, technology, so on, will just lead you into the malaise of the monotony of everyday life...here described by Diesel as "chronic depression."
"'A Diesel T-shirt? Just what I've always wanted!' The first signs of chronic depression are often extremely well disguised."
2010: I think the campaign title says it all: be STUPID. Bikinis, wild animals and simple monosyllabic slogans. How far we've come.
Old magazines? You say, wrinkling your nose at the idea of paying for out of print and out of date fashion news, now here this. If there's one thing a hardcore fashionista loves, it's collecting old magazines. Since stumbling into this industry, I have met all sorts of collectors. People who have never let a Vogue or Nylon slip through their clutches, who search for elusive under the radar mags to add to their collections. The debates about the future of print may continue to rage, but there is certainly no question surrounding the value of its past and history.
So as long as supplies last, with every purchase of the current issue of Dazed, you can help yourself to a vintage copy of the mag (the oldest on hand was c. 1995, the mag launched in '92). Since Dazed started out as a limited fold out poster, Material also have cover posters on hand for £30 a piece--the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and a picture of Justin Timberlake, fresh out of 'Nsync, were the two most popular on the luanch night.
I personally wound up with two copies, 1997 and 1995, and was not surprised, flipping through them, to find the editorial a lot edgier, a lot grungier (whisper it with me now: full of S-E-X). One of the issues even had a shoot entitled "Backstage Toilets" with dark, moody shots of catwalk gazelles squatting backstage in their twelve inch heels. Also really interesting to note, the advertising. From a consumer perspective, one who was consuming glossy editorial like Seventeen back in the mid-90's, I don't think brands' marketing ploys have changed much. Advertising is advertising, peoples' heartstrings haven't changed and a ploy will always be a ploy. However, looking in particular at two Diesel ads, I realized how much marketing strategy has evolved over the last decade and a half, internet or no internet. I guess it's like losing a lot of weight over time, those close to you don't see it, but bump into an ex or a long lost friend and it's like WHAM! different person.
1995: Looks to history, in particular Neil Armstrong's walking on the moon, to make an ironic statement about consumer culture and way of life in the 1990's. The bitterness in the tone, the mocking irony of how man's progress in space hails the advent of a technological utopia is somewhat unsettling in an advert for denim....
"...Our presence on the moon will make our planet a better place. We will have no more wars, no starvation, no evil of any form. Within ten years we will eliminate the possibility of an energy crisis as every household will have its own nuclear power-plant in the basement. People will also grow wealthier everyday and a wee's vacation on a space station or honeymoon on the moon will become common. People aboard space shuttles--the buses and trains of the future--will fly out to the luxury hotels of the solar system, and we will be the happiest people of all time."
1997: What have we here? This is an unsettling image making a strong social statement (again, using denim and tees??). A black family sits gathered round the Christmas tree in the stereotypical American white upper middle class living room--and the living room pictured here is STARK white to emphasize the fact. Oh, yes, and there's the white butler in the corner too. The snarky tagline suggests to me that the ad is mocking the blind nature of consumerism at its most carnivorous during the economic boom of the Clinton heyday. The brand is making fun of its own customer base's obsession with, well, the act of consuming. It's almost the antidote to the cackling optimism of the previous advert: all the money and status in the world, be you white, lack, green, won't make you happy. An adherence to material things, technology, so on, will just lead you into the malaise of the monotony of everyday life...here described by Diesel as "chronic depression."
"'A Diesel T-shirt? Just what I've always wanted!' The first signs of chronic depression are often extremely well disguised."
2010: I think the campaign title says it all: be STUPID. Bikinis, wild animals and simple monosyllabic slogans. How far we've come.
If the best things in blog were free, today I'd wear...
TGIFF (Thank God it's Follow Friday, of course)! But as is the nature of my life these days, just because it's the end of the week, doesn't mean my diary's gotten any lighter with a two shoots pending at the weekend and a jam-packed schedule tomorrow. First up, I'm having a tour of Angles the Costumiers legendary costume house, followed by the dreaded meeting with the publisher (not dreaded per se, but convening with authority over your work is always a bit stressful) and then, at long last, a dinner with one of my oldest friends, Spencer, who's back in Europe for the first time in months. All in all, quite the outfit conundrum: I'd be tempted to wear something outlandish and fun to Angels, but not sure how that would go down in the conservative book lined halls of the imposing Bloomsbury building. Thus I've decided on the above as my ideal ingredients: keep the look boho writer from day to night. A lush Erdem dress in a rich violet, teamed with a chiffon drapey vest and chunky Chloe tote takes care of the whole folklore aspect which to me seems suitable for both perusing the depths of a 170-year-old film and fantasy costume warehouse as well as turning up at Bloomsbury's door. That is to say, I'm beginning to suspect that publishers think all writers squirrely gypsies willing to starve for their art, so I may as well play into that stereotype. Just hold the starving.
For when I trot off to meet Spencer when the day's duties are done, these Alexander Wang wedges in funky cheetah print funk things without having to schlep around in heels all day or tote them along in a spare bag. The YSL cuff has the same effect, adding an extra element of posh and glamour to an otherwise very laidback daytime look.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
My Shoe Story on Selfridges.com
To celebrate becoming the world's single biggest destination for shoes, Selfridges have asked a people from all walks of fashion life to share with them their Cinderella shoe stories. So I was very flattered to be asked amongst the likes of Daphne Guiness and Olivia Palermo to share my special footwear moment. Which one did I pick? Why my first pair of Christian Louboutins of course. It's kind of like getting your first period, those first few tentative, red tinged, steps into full-blown fashion womanhood...
If money grew on blogs, today I'd wear...
Today is a miraculous day. I've managed to clear my schedule of appointments, press days, lunches, dinners, drinks, openings and pencil in a full day of writing. The deadline for book number two is just around the corner in a scary way, and as you can probably tell from all the antics described on this blog, I've not exactly been glued to my desk. So as tomorrow's unexpected tranquility (a cancellation or two never hurt anyone) is in and of itself a dream scenario, I give you my dream outfit for said dream day of work. When it comes to clothes for chillaxing, I really am the Whisperer. There's nothing I love more than good, worn in sweatshirt on sweatpant action--and Alexander Wang is of course the man credited with rocketing the sweats' status from gymwear to runway hip, so his trousers are the go-to. I'm also a bit of a New Englander in that I do love a good pair of Minnetonkas and this Marni hobo is just the right size for my Macbook Air, a couple fashion history books and accompanying chain to ensure I spend at least six hours locked to my seat. Speaking of which, I should probably stop waxing poetic about the glory of designer sweats and get down to it...
Bloggers Preivew of the Jacques Townhouse pop up hotel and Tour with David Carter
On Tuesday, Butters and I were fortunate enough to be invited to the blogger's preview of the The Jacques Townhouse – a delightful pop up hotel concept in the heart of Central London, created by David Carter from the award-winning 40 WINKS boutique hotel.
Jacques has partnered with songstress Sophie Ellis Bextor, to curate the ultimate girly girls experience. The townhouse, decorated and designed by Set Designer/Prop Stylist/Creative Stylist Cordelia Weston has been converted into the ultimate girls retreat, where the urban lass can unwind and re-establish a dialogue with her inner pretty pretty princess--something we all need from time to time.
The concept is a twist on the quintessential English tea party, where girls can enjoy a glass or two of Jacques and bespoke cupcakes courtesy of Vintage Patisserie, have their fortunes told, palms read and be glammed-over by Benefit Cosmetics new Lash Couture service.
There's even a dress up room where stylist will adorn guests in various vintage outfits. They can then pop next door to the studio where they'll be shot on a whimsical set by a professional photographer (exhibit A to the left).But I'll shut up and let Monsieur Carter tell you about it in his on whimsical way...
Go to www.facebook.com/jacques to book a complimentary place for you and a friend for a summer evening. There are two sittings per night, the first from 6pm – 7.30pm and the second 8pm– 9.30pm from 29th July 2010.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
My-Wardrobe Envy: Caroline Daily in Helmut Lang
Last night, I had the pleasure of joining some of the My-Wardrobe girls at the sleek Refinery Bar in Southwark for some drinks and dinner in a quasi Trans-Channel "bloggers' blind date" with French personal style maven, Caroline from cult site CarolineDaily. Caroline is spending two days in London fulfilling ever blogger's fantasy, running around town, fully armed with loaned designer duds to shoot shoot shoot to her pretty petit coeur's content. And she turned up to dinner snuggled up in this gorgeous amazing drool-worthy Helmut Lang shearling gilet. The leather was more buttersoft than my succulent risotto and the color is absolutely stunning. Can't wait to see how Caroline's shoot turns out, but I have a feeling there will be plenty more My-Wardrobe envy to come!
BUTTERS FOR JAEGER SS2011
Butters is getting a brand new bag in an uber exciting collaboration with the one and only JAEGER London...pop on over to her dlog to get the deets!!
Bust a Move: B by Ted Baker at Debenhams
Yesterday, I went on down to Westfield to scope out the new B by Ted Baker lingerie range available exclusively at Debenhams. Now, I'm not really a big lingerie girl (my flatter than Kansas totties are more than happy in American Apparel's cotton crisscross sports bras), but the temptation of my first-ever proper bra fitting in the end proved to be enough to tear me away from my computer. My only prior attempt at determining the true size of my bust took place when I was sixteen. I waltzed into Victoria's Secret for a fitting and was turned away by a sniggling sales girl who proudly proclaimed that Vicky S only started at "34 B" and informed me that Gap Kids made sportsbras for preteens. So that was pretty much that.
Fast forward 8 years, and most days you find me going sans-bra or strapped into one of said American Apparel numbers. Now, when it comes to shopping in general, I am a devotee of the school of "do not shop by size." Size is but a number, and women who refuse to buy a dress in a size 10 and would rather buy the 8 and "lose the weight" to fit into it astound me. I never check sizes when I shop, I just know what fits me and how I like things to hang and that's that.
But when it comes to lingerie, I'm a total hypocrite and doggedly proclaim my lifelong adherence to the realm of 32A, determined in my lack of decolletage. Previously I have balked at the suggestion of a B cup, rendering any such insinuation to be totally offbase from my Asian washboard glory. But yesterday, I was taught differently. While I was bang-on when it came to the demi-cups (32 A all the way, as I had suspected), I was surprised that I could actually go up a cup size when venturing into the realm of the pad. I never ever wear padded bras, they make me feel self-conscious and I can never find one that fits--a gaping gulf stretching out between my t-shirt and skin, not a good look. But as it turns out, 34 A produced said gulf-effect, but 32 B left only a millimeter of empty bra in need of filling. Interesting.
So while I still took home the demi set, I exited Westfield feeling somewhat exhilarated, as if at long last, after 24 years on this earth, I'd finally been inducted into the world of grown up women and their grown up bras.
B by Ted Baker includes 42 pieces of lingerie and sleepwear, ranging from £10.50 for hipster briefs to £49.50 for the silk print kimono.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Dream Dressing for the Diary: Teatime on Tuesday
Today is shaping up to be one of the more manic days of my week. In an hour I'm off to Westfield to check out Ted Baker's latest offerings in lingerie. Then I was meant to have a meeting with my publisher, for which the above calligraphy and landscape print teal Emanuel Ungaro dress would have, theoretically, been perfect for. Honestly, who can resist and author in an asymmetrical printed frock? Then it's off to the bloggers' launch of the Jacques Townhouse to be followed by dinner at the posh Refinery Bar.
This outfit can take me solidly from day into evening: the slouchy holdall is good for tooling around during the day (camera in hand for Jacques, computer for publisher, and so on) and the wedges are easier to walk in than heels but still give you that element of glamour that only comes from fudging one's height by a few inches. That Albertus Swanepoel trilby, with a gorgeous purple silk lining, can be slipped off the head and into the bag come dinner time, but keeps the look from feeling too grown up during the day.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Obsession du Jour: Moth Posh
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Every now and again, my boyfriend will arise from the couch, arms a-swinging violently cursing under his breath "damn clothes moths." Still bitter about the damage they did to a certain one of his Paul Smith winter wool coats, James doesn't quite see the value in the little critters like I do these days. Ever since I ooohed and aahed over Diesel's distressed and motheaten blazers (not to mention an up and close look at Rodarte SS10/AW10), when James moves to shoo, I secretly hope the buggers will make their way into my closet and help update a few of my sweaters and jackets for one of AW's biggest upcoming trends: all things distressed, ripped, fringed, frayed and essentially, motheaten. It's one of those age old fashion adages: why would you pay £500 for something with holes in it???? BECAUSE IT'S COOOOOOL, Mom (please imagine South Park's Cartman's voice)! So to my little larvae-producing, winged sartorial friends, I say, munch on. In the name of Alexander Wang and Martin Margiela, munch, munch, munch.
Louis Vuitton Resort 2011
A bit of a delinquent blogger, I totally forgot I had these LV gems stashed in my iPhoto queue for nearly two weeks! So away we go...
For Resort 2011, design director Julie de Libran created a collection which would cause Betty Draper to swoon on site once catching a glimpse of the ultra-feminine vintage 50's/60's inspired explosion of floral printed, nipped waist goodies. The accessories were as sumptuous as a girl could wish: chunky plastic chain necklaces, floral adorned pretty pretty ballerina flats and sandals, and crystal encrusted box clutches which nearly had Simon of the Very Simon G (with whom I attended said press day) committing his first fashion felony (the chunky box of joy was small enough to slip into, say, one's pocket and would have made SUCH a fab locale to store Dhillon's poopy puppy bags). You know what they say, you can drag the girl from the Bond Street LV Maison, but you can never extricate the Vuitotn from the girl...
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Y-3 AW10 METALLIC NEO TECH
Yohji Yamamoto is a man after my own heart (and Mamma Whisperer's, who is an adoring fan going way back). But warming up to his diffusion line with Adidas Y-3 took me a bit of time. A far cry from his ultra sophisticated monochronistic palettes, asymmetrical lines, avant garde runway creations, despite the theatricality of the Y-3 shows, the clothes never really spoke to me. Til now.
For Autumn/Winter 2010, Y-3 has produced a range of Metallic Ne Tech shoes and they are the prefect kitschtastic blend of sport tack gone Japanese rogue: in a word, uglycool The leather sneakers feature detailed mesh overlays and are rendered in an assortment of metallic silvers, reds and purples. According to the press release, the collection "marries the ideas of Tradition & Futurism with an element of modernity."
The men’s Light Runner, Moto High and Neo Tech styles have shifted away from the classic trainer. Each model provides superior comfort due to the adidas adiPRENE technology. An adiPRENE+ insert in the forefoot area stands for elastic cushioning, while the adiPRENE heel insert is shock absorbent.
The Torsion Heel and the Cushion Wedge (sooooo ugly with its heaving striped bulk I can't help myself) bring a new aesthetic for the Y-3 woman. Both models make use of the adiPRENE technology for maximum comfort. In addition the Torsion Heel features a lightweight arch support, the ‘Torsion System’ developed by Adidas.
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Men’s Light Runner: Retail Price € 230 / £ 195 Men’s Moto High: Retail Price € 290 / £ 245 Men’s Neo Tech: Retail Price € 310 / £ 260 |
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Women’s Torsion Heel: Retail Price € 390 / £ 325 Women’s Cushion Wedge: Retail Price € 370 / £ 310 |
Friday, July 23, 2010
Dinner With Dorothy Perkins
On Tuesday night, the wonderful folks over at Dorothy Perkins invited a small number of press to their showroom for an intimate dinner. Creative Director Simon Garner was in attendance, chatting and laughing at his end of the table and taking us through the brand's history and future vision, including introducing us to his "girl" for the season, Sophie. While DP is one of the oldest stores on the high street (my Americaness was ignorant of this fact, the brand was founded in 1909!) they are looking to re-establish themselves as the go-to brand for the girl who wants to be on trend but isn't 100% sure how to mix and mash prints and slip into the crazy free-for-all that is the look du jour. Over the course of the delicious meal, we were talked through DP's strategy for fall before being turned loose on the garments themselves. I immediately made a mental checklist of everything I wanted: pleated Flamenco wide leg trousers in sangria red? Check. Burn out cream velvet maxi? Check.
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