New flowers, and new Kenzo!! Bestest husband ever.
New Chromatics at my house…..
of course the coolest girl in the world designed the coolest jacket in the world. of course she did. here’s what Alison Mosshart had to say to Surface to Air regarding their collaboration, via the S2A blog:
Honestly, designing has never been on my agenda. Like I said, I wait until my interest is sparked. I’ve always felt clothing is a very personal thing, that the cognizance behind making those choices is private. Style is unique. It’s something cultivated alone. I’ve never thought about making clothing for anyone else. Style and taste, are selfish, not in a negative sense… but really, I’ve never aspired to look like anyone else. I’ve never been into the uniform. That makes me uncomfortable, but that’s just me. It’s very different for a lot of people. It depends on the story and the message you’re trying to send. Anyway, yes, this is my first venture. And I have to admit, this was a selfish act too. I wanted to wear this jacket. No one was making a leather jacket with all the things I wanted on it. It didn’t exist to my knowledge. I wonder if anyone else will like it. I wonder how people will wear it? It’s one of those pieces I think could be worn 100 different ways, just depending on your posture and your habits. That’s what I love about it. It can be redefined.
Since I’ve had the jacket, I’ve asked other people to try it on and it’s been thrilling to me. Because they look great, but everyone looks entirely different in it. It depends on who you are, not your name, but your attitude, your posture, your human moves. It’s cool to see different personalities under that leather. Some personalities are bigger than others and the jacket looks like it’s always been there. On other people, the jacket is bigger, envelopes them, inspires some other way of being. That’s just as cool and interesting to see. People are excited by it. I get a lot of comments. I get asked a lot where I got it. A lot. It’s hard to explain the inspiration for it, because I think there were a lot of different things. But it was just one idea. A drawing, a feeling, I knew exactly what I wanted. Hoping other people will like it too, is a thought that comes much much later. I have to love it first and I do.
the Alison Jacket, by Alison Mosshart x Surface to Air, available online at www.surfacetoair.com until May 30.
I may have to resort to a life of petty crime. I mean, I don’t have $1725, and I don’t see any other solution here.
Mixed Tambourine and Triangles Record bags from the jerkoffs at Proenza Schouler.
Smiths lyric: Shoplifters of the World Unite
Further proof of out of the city sitting. And reading. But come on. The lake!!
Sweater by Acne, scarf by McQ, ring by Pamela Love.
Proof positive that I got out of the city last weekend. Look at that. It’s a lake!! And that I ROWED. Or, more accurately, sat while others rowed. Semantics really…..
Top by Phillip Lim and sunglasses by House of Holland.
Wednesday’s wind up
in Unfortunate Me News, i’m back at work after a glorious long weekend at the cottage, and i’m all slightly burnt and bug bitten from sunning and communing with nature. in Unfortunate Fashion News, the J.W. Anderson x Versus Resort 2014 capsule collection happened, and WHAT?
i feel bad for Versus. it was Donatella’s baby, when she really needed a baby. and the first nice thing i ever bought, the first grown-uppy designer-y thing i ever bought, in the Heady Heyday of Versace, was a blue halter dress from Versus. and even though my
snottier savvier friends were all “it’s just Versus. you said VERSACE,” i loved that dress. i still have it. so i have a huge softie spot for Versus, but it’s starting to seem like Donatella just keeps thowing things at it and hoping they’ll stick. like it’s over. then it’s back. then it’s Christopher Kane. now it’s Anderson, and i’m sure before long, he’ll be gone too. i mean….isn’t it time to realize that maybe Versace needs to do something different? like adapt? like maybe be a little more wearable and a little less….Versace? but the Versace-ness of Versace is like a gangrene that envelopes every collection, and every designer who touches it. i love J. W. Anderson, and i suppose you can see his hand, sort of, a little bit….some one shoulders and cut out waistbands and the like, but the overwhelming stench in the air is that of PVC and safety pins, of gold buttons, of tacky fur. of Versace. i’m sad. i’m burnt and itchy and sad.
Morrissey lyric: Late Night Maudlin Street
in awesome Me News, i just returned from a glorious long weekend at the cottage, and i’m all tawny and rested from sunning and communing with nature. in awesome Fashion News, Dior Resort 2014 happened while i was gone, and WHAT.
it is EVEN MORE GLORIOUS than a hot n’ sunny May long weekend in Canada. and trust me, not many things are more glorious than that, but this is. awesomely, or unfortunately, depending on your Upper Thigh/Midriff ratio/comfort level, you can see through most of it, but i MEAN….it just. it looks like no cottage traffic. like a cold drink on a hot day. like a chipmunk on a dock. like winning at Scattergories. like May sunsets. like sleeping in. like glory, glory.
Morrissey lyric: Christian Dior
i blog from Toronto, but mostly about other places. warmer, fashionier places. i am the DJ sometimes, i am what i play. i collect 45s and can never have enough. i read a lot and would love nothing more than to tell everyone what my favourite books are and fear i will never understand why no one cares. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. i love burroughs and hunter and their mostly sick friends. and most swedish bands. i devote myself slavishly to all things Wang and should really cultivate some balance when it comes to anything Opening Ceremony. my eyes are bigger than my paycheques. i am trying to stop talking and wanting so much and wondering if this will help. this is a blog dedicated to the fashion i can and can't afford, narrated by Morrissey. .