Showing posts with label Anna Wintour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anna Wintour. Show all posts

Anna Wintour Running

Fashion memes are on the rise and I love it. 'Anna Wintour running' is my current fave.









And someone's dislike of Cara Delevigne and her ID cover.
(source: teacakes)







Need It: Chanel PVC Pants


Chanel PVC mum jeans. All in one sentence. All in one glorious garment. Can you fucking believe what you're looking at? It's like Cinderella's glass slipper or some shit. That's if Cinderella were a single parent working nights at an upscale VIP cocktail bar in Tampa. 


Balenciaga pre-fall. Those shoes. That leather. The fucking hair!


Margiela Persian rug boots. To rub over my naked body.


And this dude. Rolled in sugar. On a stick.





Calvin Klein Collection Spring Summer 2012

 Above from left: Look 2, 13, 6
Above centre: My forehead doppleganger 10-head Hanne

If you’ve never seen The September Issue then I implore you to buy it, steal it whatever immediately. It’s the closest you’ll ever get to Anna Wintour unless you like stalking and wearing night-vision goggles. I wonder if La Croix does night-vision? So there’s this scene where all the Vogue people are sitting around a table discussing the collections and someone is like “Calvin Klein?” and Andre Leon Talley replies “too clinical” and everyone cackles. And on Wednesdays we wear pink! Gretchen Leon Talley Weiners had a point though. For seasons now Francisco Costa has been so aggressively precise with cuts and fabric technology that the clothes lacked a human touch and looked odd on the models.
Sooooo for spring/summer Costa has lightened up. Maybe he’s smoked a bit of weed and realised he’s not dressing Rosie from the Jetsons. There were plenty of soft edges and a focus on bewbs and curves. It wasn’t like bustiers or anything ridiculous. Costa is way too smart for that kind of stuff. Look 2, 6 and 13 are perfect. There was a lot of Blushy/peachy/apricoty/nudy colours throughout which were a bit, I dunno, nauseating? But the clothes mostly made up for that especially the jackets and some of the dresses with camisole-like detailing were-dun-dun bullshit over-used fashion word approaching-fresh. Also, are spaghetti straps a thing now? Andre?




Ya, I'm much totes jello


That's my friend Miranda subtly reminding me she was in London for fashion week. I asked if she stole locks of their hair and I'm waiting for a response. 

Magazine Drop



Unicef made their monthly magazine drop across Australia the other day. Hipsters, art freaks and those stylish old women with shorn grey hair who only wear black Japanese avant garde gathered in a field and brutally fought over this months September issues.

I managed to get British Vogue, Harper's Bazaar Australia (ugh) and a new publication Industrie.

Yes, that's Anna Wintour on the front of Industrie!!! There's an article about how editors are the new cover stars of the fashion industry which is so true. I think that bloggers are the catalyst for it too. In a way we've got our own little slice of the publishing pie making our own content (or brazenly stealing it from others) and deciding what is fashionable. And I think because we so badly want to be in the fashion industry working for a big magazine that we idolise the editors, stylists, fashion directors etc and turned the camera away from the models and onto them.

Above: Lara Stone. When was the last time you saw breasts like that in a fashion magazine?

Above: Jamie Bochert shot by Hedi Slimane. Love this shoot from British Vogue.
Below: Great accessories shoot in British Vogue. Punchy, vivid shots. I love the purple gaffer tape on that big shiny leaf.

Harper's Bazaar Australia was pretty shit. It was just crammed with LV and Prada. Booooring.