As I live somewhere that doesn't really have a Fall...well, not a 'proper' Fall...only a few days of blissful, 'just right', crunching through the fallen leaves when you walk weather...not the weeks of it that would be my ideal...
As someone in this situation, the words "pre-Fall" irk me a little...even when the clothes are jaw-droppingly beautiful (as is the case below, courtesy of Givenchy)...there's always that underlying thought that when they arrive in stores it will still be hot and humid...and that Fall will arrive and depart before you can say "pass me a cardigan". Much better to look upon them as inspiration for the next few months...
One winters night so cold and black When wandering down the beaten track. Trying to catch up with her past She found she was going nowhere fast. She happened upon a broken heart In hundreds of pieces, torn apart. She collected the pieces she could find, But didn't know there was one she'd left behind. She continued home with them in her pocket, Found a box with a key so she could lock it. She buried the box as deep as could be, And it grew into a weeping willow tree. However hard she tried to stem his tears She couldn't wipe away the willow's tears, And finding herself at the end of her tether Returned to the place she'd found her treasure. She found a rose bush growing there, And picked a rose with utmost care. She gave him this gift upon the morrow, He took the rose and rose above his sorrow.
Possibly the greatest use of poetry in advertising (at least to me, maladjusted romantic that I am)...courtesy of Joseph, circa 1988-ish...and the fitting companion to a sweater of the same date.
"The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and he has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end." - Rabindranath Tagore
To continue on in today's Marni-related theme...and, come to think of it, to feed my current preoccupation with cartoon characters with envious wardrobes...Consuelo Castiglioni has collaborated, once again, with British video artist Rohan Wadham on a video for her Spring/Summer collection.
And here, in case you missed it, is their previous collaboration for Fall/Winter '09. Personally I prefer this video...it's starker...more hauntingly beautiful...the female alien's outfit more envy-inducing...
Though I've picked up a couple of vintage items recently they've been of the "bought from a dealer who knew what they had and charged accordingly" variety. All well and good but it does make you wonder if you'll ever happen across an honest-to-goodness bargain ever again (a bit melodramatic but you know what I mean).
Then you find a Marni skirt...cashmere blend tweed...with leather outlining the over-sized pockets...for $32...and your faith is restored...
As you know I'm not what you could call a make-up girl...aside from nail polish, my arsenal consists of powder and lip gloss...lipstick is the stuff that 'fancy', 'ladylike' days are made of...while eyeshadow, whether it's the fault of my application skills or the shape of my face, makes me look like the victim of an assault.
The lipstick from Nars' spring collection, however, may force me to attempt to be ladylike a little more often...inspired by Catherine Deneuve's character in La Chamade the subtle pink looks like it would add a certain amount of polish, without causing the wearer (i.e. me) to appear oppressively 'made-up'.
"Oh" they say, "you don't want to buy anything made from linen...it get terrible wrinkles". "Oh yeah?" says I..."you haven't seen wrinkles until you've cast your eyes on the creases that can appear on suede". For the heavy suede of this vintage dress...in addition to demanding paranoia whenever liquids are in its vicinity...has developed heavy creasing down the sides of the sleeves and down its center where, I can only assume, it was folded. I am walking origami...but, in an odd way, I like it...
Sweater and scarf - APC, suede dress - vintage Kenzo, boots - Russell & Bromley
Considering that studs have, by this point, been added to virtually every article of clothing in our wardrobes it was somewhat inevitable that they would move into our gym lockers as well (I say this theoretically, you understand...as someone who has managed to avoid the majority of studded handbags, shoes, coats, tops, dresses, etc, etc, etc currently on the market...and whose non-sporty soul hasn't been near a gym locker in years).
In their typically tongue-in-cheek way, Atypyk has come to the rescue...with a sweat wristband. Of course, this raises the issue of having to remember not to use it to wipe the sweat from your brow...unless you fancy a trip to the emergency room, that is.
"The trouble with you, Spode, is that just because you have succeeded in inducing a handful of half-wits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone. You hear them shouting ‘Heil, Spode!’ and you imagine it is the Voice of the People. That is where you make your bloomer. What the Voice of the People is saying is: ‘Look at that frightful ass Spode swanking about in footer bags! Did you ever in your puff see such a perfect perisher?" - Bertie Wooster
Zip sweater - APC, shorts - vintage Ralph Lauren, boots - Frye, buddha necklace - vintage from the 1930's, cape - APC
It was somewhat akin to going out for a bunch of bananas and coming home with a pet iguana...at least that was the way it seemed...a simple click to look at Agent Provocateur's latest lingerie collection ended up with me ogling a black multi-chain necklace flecked with golden thorns...unexpected, yet intriguing.
On a random stroll through etsy I came across PlasterDoll. I know nothing about her...except she's from Kuala Lumpur...is obviously as big a klutz as I am...but has a much better wardrobe. Not that I'm jealous of an illustration...oh, dear me no...perish the thought...well, maybe just a little...
As I (briefly) touched down in Reno a week or so ago I realized that my knowledge of the city was based on some pulp fiction paperbacks from the 1950's...Charlie Chan in Reno, from 1939 (a movie which I view with an almost child-with-a-Barney-video like devotional repetition)...and a cop show parody.
At best, I had an off-kilter viewpoint...at worst, I was at least 60 years out of date.
Certain cities affect people that way...there's a determination to view them with an air of nostalgia which is mind-boggling to locals. Case in point, I swear that there are still some first-time visitors to London who anticipate being enveloped in fog so thick that even Sherlock Holmes would get lost in it...who envision being accosted on street corners by urchins selling matches and whelks...and who practice saying "cor blimey guv'nor" on the flight over.
I bring all this up ("At last, a point!" you cry) because it looks like I'll be spending a few days in Las Vegas at the beginning of February and I realized that I desperately need to modernize my expectations...Frank and the rest of the Pack will not be serenading me in some darkened nightspot...and all of the hotels that I know from old tv shows and movies have been knocked down. I need help. Does anyone have any suggestions for a first time visitor to city...someone who has a longing for a past long gone?
Much as I loved the image below (from Pringle's spring/summer ad campaign, shot by Ryan McGinley and featuring Tilda Swinton)...
...watching the accompanying video really sealed the deal. The strikingly beautiful Tilda...running through woods...and climbing castle walls...a tomboy in satin...doing wonders for the Scottish tourist industry...and showing us (albeit slightly whimsically) that "jeans and a t-shirt" or "sweatpants" (slogan on ass, optional) are not the be-all-and-end-all for life's fun, yet grubby, endeavors.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'"
- Edgar Allan Poe
Tweed coat - Acne, sweater dress - Vince, leggings - American Apparel, boots - Frye, felt and jet neckpiece - made by me
Normally I regard coin purses as one of those items designed to instill a sort of frustrated madness in their user...because it's impossible (at least from my perspective) to receive coins and notes in change...and place them into two separate receptacles (wallet and coin purse)...in a timely manner. Instead, I'm left fumbling at the counter...and incurring the wrath of those waiting in line behind me.
Which means that, thanks to my current fascination with origami, I'm intrigued by the idea of Acne's fold-up coin purse...yet realize that I lack the manual dexterity to use it.
"We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue." - Bob Dylan
After a run of 18 hour work days...followed by a commute home involving a 6 hour plane trip...I'm so tired that my mind is, indeed, tangled up. I'm afraid that posts for the next couple of days may veer into "short on words, long on images" territory...
Coat - See by Chloe, scarf - APC, sweater - Nicole Farhi, jeans - Joe's, hi-tops - Converse
I've been coming across quite a lot of overly tacky skull usage recently...most recently Alexander McQueen's metal and Swarovski ring, a shudderingly awful bit of bling which manages to mesh a cheap look with a very expensive price tag (aka the worst of both worlds)...so it was refreshing to find something to satisfy my skull fetish that was both witty and inexpensive, courtesy of Threadless t-shirts.
Continuing on the theme of "jazzing up the bleakness of mid-winter"...a few of these lusciously lurid chiffon flower pins should chase away the gloom...and add yet another DIY project to my ever-expanding to do list...
I generally find that a couple of weeks into the new year can be classified as the bleak period...a sufficient amount of time has passed since the removal of the Christmas decorations, and you begin to suffer fairy light and tinsel related withdrawl symptoms...the weather's cold and dreary...and you know that there are a couple of months to go before any of spring's green lushness will start to makes its presence felt. In other words...the world seems to be a grey, dank, slightly depressing place...in desperate need of a little color and whimsy...like one of these Danish mobiles (made by the same family since 1954).
"The sunlight in the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold" - Louis MacNeice
This ring definitely falls under the heading of 'wishlist item'...as there are numerous things that I should be investing in (most of them practical, yet boring, and home related)...before even starting to consider black diamond encrusted golden finger cages...however much the latter may call out to me...like a particularly luxurious, delicate yet tough, siren trying to lure me onto the rocks...
The first outing for my linen dress since it made its way across the Atlantic...and I feel a little like Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face (when she was working in the bookstore, I hasten to add, not when she was striking poses for Fred Astaire)...
To paraphrase Lady Bracknell, "To encounter one movie/high-end jewelry collaboration may be regarded as a misfortune; to encounter two is to identify an irritating new form of marketing." Though I admit I was attracted to several of the pieces that Pamela Love created as tie-ins for Spike Jonze's adaptation of "Where the Wild Things Are"...the news of a similar coupling...this time it's Tom Binns being 'inspired by' Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland...fills me with dread.
This kind of thing is all well and good when you're ten...the "jewelry" is made of plastic...and you're contemplating blowing your pocket money on a soon-to-be-broken-or-lost impulse purchase. It's a whole different kettle of fish when you're an adult...and considering spending $1,500 on a necklace decorated with broken teacups (no news on whether a snoring dormouse is lurking nearby).
I know I've been mentioning craft projects a lot recently...I think cabin fever may be turning me into the anti-Martha (Stewart, that is)...thankfully Mr. Heb has been similarly afflicted so it's not a case of us becoming (yet another) divorce statistic which can be attributed to crafting.
Actually, his skills are so far outpacing mine that I can only stand back in awe...hand printed and bound notebooks affecting some girls that way. Well, awe and special request mode...requests like "could you add a couple of sheets of waxed paper in there so that I could also use it for photos and have a kind of notebook/album hybrid?"
Of course, a booklet this special deserves something a little more exciting than a plastic pen...which is why I am going to (once again) try to use the fountain pen I inherited from my mother...previous attempts have ended up looking like a small creature had dipped itself in ink and then crawled its way across the paper...but I remember the elegance of all my mother's written communications and am determined to try again...
There used to be a certain type of bric-a-brac or antique store in the UK that courted disaster by placing small...breakable...and usually relatively expensive...stuff on every available flat surface. Visiting said store would be like walking through a minefield...one false move and "crash"...you'd be pulling out your wallet to pay for a broken figurine portraying two small children gazing, insipidly, into space...because, and here's the rub...every single one of these stores would contain (in addition to the aforementioned pottery) a small sign with the following written on it...
"Lovely to look at, Delightful to hold. But if you break me, Consider me sold."
Not, perhaps, the greatest poetry in the world...but it got the point across regarding liability for accidental damages. I couldn't help being reminded of it as I sat admiring these porcelain bears in a glass dome. They're undeniably lovely...and would provide fodder for countless conversations of the "what exactly are they doing?" variety...my personal guess, Bear A is telling Bear B a dirty joke but is having to whisper so that Great Aunt Bear isn't offended...but I know that, if I bought them, either Mr. Heb or I would rise to the klutz challenge and break them before you could say "Goldilocks".
I'm not sure why any packages I've received from overseas recently have arrived with such blinding speed but I'm not going to complain...especially as the most recent one contained the lace from Hong Kong that I was going to use for my tribute to an $1,100 scarf.
To refresh your memory, I fell for the oatmeal and black...cashmere and lace...of the original but (unsurprisingly) balked at the price tag.
Cue the search for materials...the pause while mailmen from various parts of the globe did their thing...and the half hour or so it took to attach object A (lace) onto object B (cashmere scarf)...and the end result (resulting in a "fashion math" saving of well over a thousand dollars).
I think I may be part terrier...it's the only explanation for the urge that comes over me to go for a 4 or 5 mile trek whenever a snow storm blows up...right about the time when saner folks are curled up inside. Still, if I stayed inside just think what I'd miss...
Okay Mother Nature, you asked for it...I'm pulling out the big guns now...
You managed to sneak your frosty fingers into my gloves but try pulling that little trick with a two foot long faux fur muff...you'll be like a mouse caught in a maze (albeit a cozy one with no dead ends and tassels at each end)...
Apparently, "Black gives the illusion of slimming down the wearer, and designers will have us believe that it's the colour of the season and you must not be seen in anything else. But it can also bring out dark circles under the eyes and lines. The effect can be as serious as making women feel drained, self-conscious and introverted.
Just one in five of us apparently have the correct skin tone to wear black well."
And now the really confusing part...
"This is because most women in Britain have what is known as a 'warm' skin tone, based on yellow, orange and gold colours.
Wearing black detracts from the healthy-looking golden hue by 'flattening' it and bringing out tired-looking darker patches on the face. The one in five Britons who suit black close to their faces have 'winter' complexions consisting of pale, cool and dramatic colouring."
Now...much as this may vindicate my choices...self being an incredibly pale Brit with a partiality for black clothing...I have to point out that a) it's virtually impossible to feel self-conscious in black clothing...invisible, maybe, but self-conscious...never. And b) to ask where exactly this "healthy-looking golden hue" comes from...I recall the seasons in Scotland breaking down as 10 months rain, 1 month sleet, 3 weeks snow, 6 days fog, and 1 day sun...not exactly the recipe for a sun-kissed glow.
Much the same as (I should imagine) most of you reading this, there's a folder on my desktop...marked "Inspiration"...where I place any images that I come across which fall under that heading. Maybe New Year's Resolution frenzy finally got to me...or I just got fed up with the disorganized mess on my computer...but I decided that I finally needed to do something with them...so...in much the same way that I used to paste magazine clippings into hardcover albums...I've created a tumblr account to house their digital equivalent.
It's called Inspiration and Impulse, after the Beryl Markham quote, "I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse." If you're in the neighborhood, stop by and say hello...
Must...stop...checking...my...email. As if the countless reminders that the "additional 25-30-40%" off will end tomorrow weren't enough (I know the mini sales are going to end, if I was interested...or had the necessary funding...I would have clicked through already)...if they weren't enough, I have Kate Spade showing me (what are admittedly absolutely lovely) studded sandals. The only problem being that in negative whatever temperatures I have a hard time imagining myself in sandals ever again...frozen in an ice block...or smothered under thermal layers...maybe...but shimmying forth, almost barefooted, seems incomprehensible at this point.
Quoting the American Kennel Club (five words that I haven't placed in a sentence together before)..."The only acceptable color for the Black Russian Terrier is solid black or black with scattered gray hairs. Any other color is considered a disqualification...The coat has a slight to moderate wave"...and it's considered a serious fault for them to fall prey to the extremes of demonstrating either "shyness or excessive excitability". In other words, the BRT and I have quite a bit in common...
And, as of yesterday's mail, we have one more thing...courtesy of a belated homemade Christmas gift from the Heb-in-law...we have shaggy black fringes...
Don't you love unexpected gifts? Especially the ones that give you just what you didn't know you needed so badly...?
Which came first...the chicken or the egg...the acorn or the mighty oak...the shower curtain or the dress? From my perspective, it was the shower curtain, as it was the first to catch my eye...the Hebden household, quite frankly, needing something a little more interesting in the shower curtain realm than we currently possess.
Of course, the subsequent question is...who else now has an overwhelming urge to blend with...or at least complement to an alarming degree...their soft furnishings?
"After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut." - Will Rogers
Off of a tangent (again)...this time courtesy of Alexander Wang's "hunter" vest (from one of his earlier and, to my mind infinitely better, collections).
Striped top - Zara, denim dress - Surface to Air, hunter vest - Alexander Wang, boots - Frye
I need to start this post by saying 'thank you' to Silje of everything and nothingness...had she had not written about the black leather pouch she purchased from VDC I would not have clicked through to their site and discovered their collection of linen clothing (the fabric for which comes from a Belgian company which has been specializing in the production of linen since 1858).
Browsing VDC's site was one of those rare instances where I could have ordered enough pieces to send myself to the poor house...and probably would have done had it not been for the fact that this was my first time buying anything from them and I was wary as I knew nothing about a) their sizing, and b) their quality, "what you see" being in so many cases disturbingly different from "what you get"...add in c) that any returns would need to be sent across the Atlantic...and you get the end result (a+b-c). I ordered one dress...sleeveless...in dark grey linen...whose fitted top and full skirt was like a clothing cocktail...three parts Azzedine Alaia...one part Degas' ballerinas...with a shot of punk, courtesy of the industrial strength zip down the back.
Now the dress has arrived (in record time, I might add...faster than some items have made it across the US) and I am a happy little camper. The fabric is...heavy...almost too much so for those who dislike such things...but the weight allows the fabric to hold it's shape...and creates an almost structural delicacy...the shape is feminine, the material is a little more rugged.
All in all, a perfect way to welcome in a new year...
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