Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I'm still alive.

So hi.

Sorry for the lack of blogging (well, I've made up for it tonight, am I right?) I took a few days off after the presentation to relax and enjoy the post-presentation feelings of invincibility. 

I returned to my computer last night, ready to do a clever metacommentary of an outfit post for you but then the photo uploader thing wouldn't work on my browser. Which actually will tie in nicely with the whole metacommentary angle, something you'll appreciate when you see the photos I took (of MYSELF! with my NEW CAMERA! Yesss.)

Anyway I'm back to it in PG-ARC tomorrow so will hopefully iron out the internetty issue stuff then. Some call me a digital native. It's like I'm bilingual in technology. What can I say, it's a gift.

what I want to live in this summer






Jewellery. Lots and lots (and lots) of jewellery worn all at once.

White cotton-lace anythings that nip in at the waist and bedazzle with the hourglass shape. Preferably from this Dolce and Gabbana finale but I'll take as close as I can get.

Floor length is the only length for me this summer.

Everything here. But especially the faded blue denim.


a pair of pros

My friend Beth has the same tattoo in the same place. So cool.




 Note to self: learn how to do hair like this.






Tommy Ton went to Proenza Schouler's studio and then backstage at their NYFW show. Like every other blogger worth her salt I have a mania for these guys and their designs. They're not afraid of colours and prints and SHOCK! pairing them together in wonderful ways. Their accessories are always unexpected (a bat-cum-owl gem and wire necklace anyone?) I had to share these photos, I just had to.

All photos from jak&jil

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Turbans!

Jason Wu S/S Ready-to-Wear as shown at NYFW two weeks ago...








O! And me, at home, two (or more) months ago.

It's like we're connected at the mind, J-Wu.


Images from style.com

good morning










Because I just bought a digital camera so the images I'll be uploaded this week will be ALL OF ME (excited?) Because a verbose post on the New Yorker article on Tavi will be forthcoming. Because this weekend I have been carefree and happy despite the cares and tiredness that still linger. Because each image is a fairytale. And because I can. 


Images by Tommy Ton or Tim Walker or Mario Testino or from the pages of Vogue and (I think) Dazed and Confused.

Friday, September 24, 2010

P-Day

This is kind of what I look like right now. But less cute and freshly curled and gingham frocked. More bleary-eyed, messy haired and pajama'd. Sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by ripped out foolscap pages. It's all in my head and I am looking forward to sharing my obsession academic interest in style blogs with my Department but editing is so hard to do. As you know if you read this blog (ha!)

On an unrelated note: the word 'chums.' Essentially British and plum-in-your-mouth but also kinda amazing? How do we feel about reintroducing it to everyday parlance? I feel good about it but wonder if I casually used it if people would look at me oddly. I think, yes, probably? But then I would feel like an Enid Blyton heroine, which is the real drawcard, y'know? I'd feel like I was the type of girl to have midnight feasts with lashings of ginger beer and treacle tarts and play lacrosse and solve mysteries at the seaside with my chums (!) and pet cocker spaniel over the summer. And who doesn't want to be that girl?

But now you know I am pulling a Marcel Duchamp (geddit? work avoidance!) so I'm signing off. See you on the other side of 2.30pm.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

and the sky was a woman's eye

Sometimes it's all about the details



A DIYed bow tie (note to self: try this)






Sometimes it's an attitude







And sometimes, it's the whole outfit


There is nothing I don't like about this look. But I especially like her sheer pants.

Stubborn layers which make her body disappear. She looks so comfortable, and how great is her tonal palette?! The contrast of her black shoes are like exclamation marks.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

hamburg sud.

Ok just quickly because my eyes are dry and tired from the late-night internet tomfoolery (wow. that sounds more saucy than the reality, which is catching up on the blogs I've neglected to read this week!)

Talking of Tavi- and when do I stop, though, really? Heaven forbid she ever stumble upon this blog and realise she has a diehard Australian fan ten years her senior (HI TAVI)- I think her latest post is reeeeeeeally interesting. I love it when she talks about her school experiences. In the early days, she would blog the comments that people made at her outfits and would lightly mock the follow-the-leader dressing style of her peers (the axis of evil: Abercrombie and Fitch, black panda eyeliner and Ugg boots), and now she has just started at high school. For those too lazy to click the link to the post, it's about how she wore a jumper that had the word 'feminist' knitted into it and her disappointment that it didn't garner more of a reaction. She then shares some inspirational quotes on beauty and individuality and rounds it out with chat about Kathleen Hanna and mocking her own facial expressions in photographs.

Two reactions:

one.

 Tavi then.

Tavi now.
I was awash in nostalgia when I saw this image. She's standing back in one of her customary places for self-shooting and as I looked at the new, I was surrounded by the images of her past photographs. How insane is that?! But there was literally a sense of time collapsing together as I remembered some of my favourite posts which were shot in front of this very exterior wall of her house. The sense of a journey taken together over these past two and a bit years that I've been following Style Rookie. Stange yet wonderful. 


two.

What was so great about dressing up in middle school was when people got really confused and sometimes even angry and had the most entertaining responses, but now a lot of them think they're supposed to like my outfits because some magazine does, and as a result, I am never challenged. The best was when people found out about this blog, and said things like, "Wow, I would not have guessed you care about fashion." I don't want to look like someone who cares about fashion.

Her peers think they're supposed to like her outfits because 'some magazine does.' And later, Tavi recounts a conversation she had with Kathleen Hanna in which she mentions what preoccupies the Fashion Set- who's sitting in the front row? which streetstyle photographers took whose photograph. This was a reminder to me that the people working in the fashion industry (in which it is de rigeur to put on a nonchalant face) actually do care very much that they are seen, that being seen to be fashionable is essential. It's interesting that this is not a concern for Tavi- she seems to want to challenge perceptions rather than be taken as stylish, chafing at the very acceptance of her style that her recognition by the fashion industry has afforded.

Anyway. There's more to say but I'm tired and have already optimistically set my alarm for six am. Whether I obey and get up or whether I throw filthy glares at the Blackberry as I groggily turn it off and fall asleep fo another three hours remains to be seen. But for now I'm off to bed.  

Images and quote from style rookie