Oooooh the details. Needy or furry clutch bags and cat eyes in blue—at Kenzo.
A Giant Keyhole of a dress—at Iris van Herpen.
She uses 3D printing, which is by turns awesome and freaking me out. The former because YES I DO want to print my own designer dresses at Kinkos, the latter because I fear that soon I will be EXPECTED to. And I won’t be good at it and everyone else will be having crafting nights and strutting around in their perfectly executed Giant Keyholes and I will have somehow encased my head in silicone and will be flailing around the room unable to escape. See? Freaky.
Don’t let the sun fool you—it’s still cold as balls. Us poor souls on the East Coast are still tossing and turning nights in mortal dread of What Fresh Terrors the mornings will bring. This morning it was another unexpected city-wide coating of snow and sidewalks re-frozen into runways of ice unfit for human use. So I still need boots, sweaters, hats, and a wrap the size of Alaska.
Hat and sweater by Opening Ceremony, shorts by Rag & Bone, boots by Acne, state-sized wrap by Alexander Wang. North to the Future!!
Acne x Liberty London is out today, and uhhhhh/yessssss are my official sentiments.
Frame glasses and Cube cap in Blue Paisley—get into it!
Thursday’s that’s that
Wildlings roam at Mcqueen—Spearwives style beyond the Wall for Fall 2014.
Wednesday’s well then
but don’t take my by turns bitter and fawning words for it. you can watch the roller coaster ride for yourselves, complete with backstage action…keep the Pepto handy.
taking another dive, to new depths: I suggest the strangulation was committed by Colonel Lagerfeld, in the supermarket, with the Dollar Store lei?
oh but then, but then, after all the options for uber-wealthy Juicy fans/grease monkeys were exhausted, there were the giddy highs—THESE dresses, THIS bag, this SPACE CAPE and this FUZZY THING…life is worth living again.
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. .