Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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
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
(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.