art as story
#arts and farts
Maurizio Anzeri’s work has an eerie beauty about it- a quality I find particularly captivating. It’s quiet and personal- private, even. The precision of his stitches contrasts starkly with the organic time-ravaged quality of the photographs and creates a new story entirely- a story that resonates with Anzeri and, in turn, it’s viewers. The experience of viewing his work feels intrusive as if a process so painstaking could never have meant to be seen by outside eyes. But here we are, standing over his tucked-away cigar box of beautifully disfigured keepsakes, mesmerized, at risk of being discovered at any moment.
‘I work with sewing, embroidery and drawing to explore the essence of signs in their physical manifestation. I take inspiration from my own personal experience and observation of how, in other cultures, bodies themselves are treated as living graphic symbols. I then use sewing and embroidery in a further attempt to re-signify, and mark the space with a man-made sign, a trace’ Maurizio Anzeri
style not fashion: mini marni retrospective
Style.com once said of Marni designer Consuelo Castiglioni “Step over her threshold, and you’re in a place of slightly batty loveliness, where clothes have the touching resonance of sunny days, and getting dressed seems like a series of happy accidents.”
#arts and farts
#brain food
#satisfashion
Preface: When I sat down to write this I was listening to the art/noise rock stylings of The Black Dice and thought it was such a fitting soundtrack that I compiled a playlist and put it over there in that teddy bear. Just press play.
I think it’s high time I expressed my hopeless devotion to Marni. How does that saying go, only unrequited love can be romantic? Something like that. Well, I’ve never had the pleasure of owning a Marni piece (unless you count the brief moments of ownership experienced in a fitting room) which may be why I romanticize the brand to the degree that I do. Marni just strikes a chord with me.
The Marni girl embodies everything I value most. She’s intelligent, artistic, has a sense of humor about herself, she trusts her own instincts and values style over fashion. She’s a bit flighty and messy, but completely confident in every move she makes (style or otherwise) or at least appears to be. Any friend of Marni is a friend I’d like to have. I just can’t imagine not getting along with such a playful creature.
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To me Marni plays the role of Dries Van Noten’s funky kid sister. She’s kind of crunchy and never does anything with her hair, but she stockpiles beautiful old hand-me-downs and throws them together into an effortless glittering costume reminiscent of a kid playing dress-up in her mother’s closet. In grade school kids thought she was weird, in high school she laid low and hung out with the artsy crowd, none of that phased her then she graduated and the rest of the world was smitten with her magical effervescence and in-depth knowledge of brocade fabrics. She’s sweet not sexy and her only vice is a cupcake and the occasional cigarette. You just want to put her in your pocket.
Style.com once said of Marni designer Consuelo Castiglioni “Step over her threshold, and you’re in a place of slightly batty loveliness, where clothes have the touching resonance of sunny days, and getting dressed seems like a series of happy accidents.”
Exactly.
turban-y
#satisfashion
It seems I’m not the only one taken with the turban these days. Turban influenced design was popping up all over the Resort 2010 collections. I rarely pay much, if any, attention to resort collections (known for being the driest most marketable collections of the year), but this year I’ve had a little change of heart. As per usual there’s nothing groundbreaking, but these designs are certainly worth a nod.
I wanted everything to have a turban-y feel -Thakoon Panichgul
Mad Men does Palm Springs
She’s a pirate -Philip Lim
Effortless dress-up
Ah, now I can make room on my hard drive for Spring 2010.
can’t stop watching
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#arts and farts
#filmgeek
#brain food
Daily, The New York Times proves itself to be an invaluable source of inspiration, entertainment and (I think it goes without saying) information. While no digital reinterpretation could ever top the majesty of a Sunday Times and a pot of coffee, I have to admit that their video features never fail to hold me captive for hours on end. My most recent fixation is the T Magazine Screen Test series.
(I found it interesting that both Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz saw only tragedy in their characters from Vicky, Christina, Barcelona. Ben just pointed out to me that the humor is in our American filter of the film’s events and not the events themselves. Well duh, I guess.)
Some of my favorite episodes (not shown here) feature the charming Carey Mulligan, the elusive Lanvin art director Alber Elbaz, and the delightfully out there Nobuyoshi Araki whose work follows. Also, honorable mention goes out to Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s episode for his casual mention of the Russian clowns he spends so much time with (we get it, you’re interesting).
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great big huge
My boyfriend can name any hat you put in front of him. Watch this: “Fedora, pork pie, stove pipe, top hat, page boy- no- news boy, beanie, baseball, bowler, cowboy, yamulcha, knit hat, stocking cap, dunce cap, tricornered hat, straw hat- obviously, visor, bucket hat. I don’t know. I can’t think of anything. I’m trying.” I just asked him to name a type of hat. I believe it was his intense appreciation for the hat which I first fell in love with.
I’m a big proponent of the hat, myself. Great big huge, in fact, and for no hat does my affection run deeper than the turban. It seems demeaning to call the turban a hat. It’s more of a crown, really, bringing an air of glamorous regality and (best case scenario) whimsy to it’s wearer.
but so far no one seems to agree with me. That’s the sad thing about the turban. It’s everything I look for in a hat- beautiful and elegant, sleek and dramatic, silly and stunning- yet rarely do you see women in daily life able to carry such a statement piece. On the runway it’s show stopping- intimidating even. Take Prada’s S/S 07 collection which featured several styles of turbans and turbanesque headbands:
Yowza, I love that hot pink one. Yet, very few of those fine head pieces made it past the runway. I think people are afraid of the turban and rightfully so. That’s a lot of hat. But, I believe the trick is to wear it casually. That’s when I feel the turban is most successful in daily life- when it’s worn nonchalantly as if to say “What turban? Where?”
#planes and trains and automobiles and sometimes vespas
#satisfashion
My boyfriend can name any hat you put in front of him. Watch this: “Fedora, pork pie, stove pipe, top hat, page boy- no- news boy, beanie, baseball, bowler, cowboy, yamulcha, knit hat, stocking cap, dunce cap, tricornered hat, straw hat- obviously, visor, bucket hat. I don’t know. I can’t think of anything. I’m trying.” I just asked him to name a type of hat. I believe it was his intense appreciation for the hat which I first fell in love with.
I’m a big proponent of the hat, myself. Great big huge, in fact, and for no hat does my affection run deeper than the turban. It seems demeaning to call the turban a hat. It’s more of a crown, really, bringing an air of glamorous regality and (best case scenario) whimsy to it’s wearer.
I just love a woman in a turban. Living in Budapest, surrounded by Hungarian Art Nouveau (which is heavily influenced by eastern- Indian and Syrian- architecture), I keep hoping for a silk turban spotting. It certainly seems the perfect place for such a thing,
but so far no one seems to agree with me. That’s the sad thing about the turban. It’s everything I look for in a hat- beautiful and elegant, sleek and dramatic, silly and stunning- yet rarely do you see women in daily life able to carry such a statement piece. On the runway it’s show stopping- intimidating even. Take Prada’s S/S 07 collection which featured several styles of turbans and turbanesque headbands:
Yowza, I love that hot pink one. Yet, very few of those fine head pieces made it past the runway. I think people are afraid of the turban and rightfully so. That’s a lot of hat. But, I believe the trick is to wear it casually. That’s when I feel the turban is most successful in daily life- when it’s worn nonchalantly as if to say “What turban? Where?”
Nice. That’s about how I plan to dip a toe in the turban waters this fall (although hopefully I’ll pull off something a bit sleeker like our purple turbaned friend at the top of this post). Throw in this Misela clutch and I’m all set for my Ottoman Autumn (I had to).
