Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Juxtaposition in Balance

Within a template of marble prints and unassuming neutrals, Belarus-born, German-based designer, Anna Jazewitsch injects offbeat architecture and three-dimensional art into her premier collection. I'm always impressed to see elements that don't always present itself as traditionally garment-appropriate, as they make for the most interesting and grabbing pieces of work. Jazewitsch definitely grabs you with her line, the first series titled “Marmographica”, which is a melange of geometrical structure, artful asymmetry, and both masculine and feminine character.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Noche de Fievre

Oh, why couldn't I have been around when the Bee Gees ruled the earth?? I recently found out that there was actually a video to one of my favorite songs ever, and I am besiged with adulation. It's so retroactively awesome, I can hardy contain myself.

Rest in peace, Brothers Gibb.

Night Fever by Bee Gees from Skeftomai kai grafw on Vimeo.

Friday, November 19, 2010

It's Cold, and I Don't Care

Being from southern California, I'm accustomed to practically year-round warmth. But since moving to New York City, I've had to get used to something most people typically experience--seasons. This will be my second fall on the east coast, and to my own surprise, I'm not pining for the seasonably askew temps of San Bernardino. I actually enjoy the drastic change from summer to fall, and the rituals that go along with preparing for the frigid months ahead, especially that of finding the perfect coat.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"White Girl Dipped in Chocolate"

It's hard to believe. But then again it's not. In 2010, Black models still have the unpleasantness of being discriminated against, no matter how subversive (or blatant). I came across this short documentary on CocoandCreme and was somewhat stumped to see a beautiful, brown-skinned woman with all the makings of a top model still struggling to become renowned. It's disheartening, yet this is an industry where bandwagon syndrome runs rampant, and dissidence is ephemeral. There will always be a market for white models, but to be the exception, you'd have to be "lucky" enough to exhibit european features, i.e., a white girl dipped in chocolate.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Hidden Treasures

I have a newfound, true love for vintage. In the past I'd make the occasional trip to Goodwill or neighborhood thrift shop, but as of late, coming to terms with the despairing state of current manufacturing practices has led me completely back into the arms of old. This weekend was the second time I've stepped foot in What Goes Around Comes Around, a moderately-sized, much frequented vintage shop in the SoHo. The first time I went, somewhere around this time last year, I didn't stay that long; one look at the price tags, and I immediately turned on my heels, scoffing at the idea of the such exorbitant prices on used clothes. However it was the lure of a sample and stock sale--thanks, Daily Candy--that put me on the F train to Manhattan to see what I could get my cheap little hands on.

Wedged in between the racks, only visible by it's floor-skimming length, was this beautiful, long-sleeved dress. Very Little House on the Prarie, this 1860's-inspired, full-skirted beauty caught my attention immediately. An understated olive green with an eye-catching white pepper and olive print (at first I thought they were flowers), a breast panel closure with red piping, and lacquered red and yellow buttons add a modern eccentricity to an old-fashioned uniform. Besides the fact I paid a reasonable $30 dollars for my find, I now own a one-of-a-kind, handmade garment to which the absence of a label and primitive stitching prove.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Death of Disco, Death of Glamour

(Uncanny how much this looks like my mother and aunt circa 1970-something)

I can never wax poetic enough about how fashion and style was much more meaningful back then, before the perversion and insidiousness that is corporate America engulfed the garment industry, turning it into the defecating machine that it is today. What I'm referring to is a time when clothes were made, not produced, spirited, not despairing, and sensual instead of wanton. The last great era in apparel would have to be the 1970's and all the preceded it. I could be biased in this assessment, since the decade is undoubtedly my top favorite as far as style is concerned, but there's no denying that once the "Disco Sucks" phrase became a popular sentiment, the inherent glamour and grace of the time dissipated into oblivion, rarely to be seen again.