I loved Dries Van Noten’s Spring 2013 show even while finding it perplexing, for some of the usual reasons – how do those fabrics fit together? Where do you wear that? Who would ever wear that?. Even though I couldn’t answer those questions, the more I looked at it, the more I saw this edgy femininity and began to really parse out what entranced me. Read more
Posts from the ‘Fashion Commentary’ Category
I had a whole post prepared on Antonio Berardi’s Fall 2012 collection and then came my surprise hiatus. I will share two gorgeous outfits, one for Halle Berry to wear to the Oscars, and one for the meek among us to try and replicate. For the second one, I had sort of a cool idea about a vest with some fabric recommendations. It was a bust finally, so just two gorgeous things to look at for now. But since I am back, I wanted to try Berardi again. He likes embellishment and while it’s gorgeous, (late breaking news – see this dress on a celebrity – beautiful!)anything even approaching that up here is too, too much. I do like to share stunning outfits and you can see the whole collection here. Today though, I want to remain focused on the everyday. What I am about to show you may seem bonkers, but I am intrigued nonetheless.
If I tell the true story of my life right now, I would say that I want more. More energy, more waistline defined, more tea, more words, more books, more writing. I had to write those first few sentences glasses off and so I couldn’t see the letters as I typed. It occurs to me that I have no real drive even while I so clearly see that there might be a place out there for the ideas running around in my mind. And then I wind around to aging and think how much my left ribs hurt after stretching too vigorously over the weekend and how I am hobbling around, yelling at the dog when he pulls too hard. I fell this morning on the walk and wasn’t hurt, but getting up was an awkward and ugly affair. What does any of this have to do with Haider Ackermann? I am not sure yet and I doubt I’ll edit this paragraph when I find out. It’s about time’s passage. Here’s the point, there are those moments when the world bashes you on the head and maybe you wake up or maybe you fall down dead.
The music situation at my house is odd. There are stacks of CDs in the other room, in the dark, barely looked at. There used to be a stereo but now all the music seems to stream from the computer to an anemic pair of USB speakers via Rhapsody. Sometime during the holidays, I went to the shelves and pulled out Elgar’s “Enigma Variations.” Call me a sentimental dope with a sawboned view of classical music, but the Nimrod variation from this piece is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed. If you don’t know it, start the new year off right and listen. If you do know it, listening again will do you good.
I have always loved Helmut Lang. When I became aware of him, I can’t say with any accuracy, sometime while I lived in New York City. No doubt there was ogling and craving in Barney’s at some point. When I think of Helmut Lang, I think: black, tough, asymmetrical, leather, out there. All of which works for me, except the unrelenting black. (I agree with Angie over at You Look Fab, who wrote a post recently about all black outfits, including tips on how to brighten them up if you are so inclined.) Helmut Lang’s Fall 2012 collection had all these elements plus a gorgeous rust red and ruby red here and there. And several outfits that reminded me of blond brownies and tawny lions. No red, no lions for today’s commentary. Instead, something heavy and something light, both of which make me think of sweat and post-apocalyptic worlds. At least the movie version of a post-apocalyptic world.
Last July, when I was in San Francisco with my family to celebrate my brother’s 50th birthday, I stepped inside a TSE store thinking, “Maybe?” Oh no, absolutely not. Not even a scarf. If I hadn’t already spent $400 at the Fluevog store, I might have persevered on the scarf. The store was spare and gray, clean and uncluttered. Nerve-wracking for a pudgy person like me; I might run into something, send something clattering to the floor. Immediately, I know I cannot buy any clothes. The sales staff knows that, too, and they greet me but depart. I wanted to mess that store up. It took 45 seconds to cave and start skulking around thinking, “Not worthy, not worthy.” Then I move to the sale rack and send the clear signal that I am surprised by the prices and my only hope is something on sale. Such is the life of a pudgy regular person with normal financial constraints who lacks confidence in high end stores. (No need to call me out on the shoe thing.)
Some of these looks are pretty fierce but they’re not ferocious. Crazy wind yesterday, ate us up and spit the pits out. That’s the ferocious I refer to. Hate wind like this. I worry that a tree will fall on the house. If that ever does happen, I have absolutely no idea what to do. Well, what I would do is call my mom. There you have it. Honestly, who do you call? This is where having a capable live-in partner comes in handy. The likelihood of a tree falling on the house is so small, however, that I will chance it. I’d rather be calling my mom and crying as rain fills the house than figure out how to grocery shop for anyone other than myself.