Hope is a thing with feathers*….and yet this new style by Jeffrey Campbell evokes a different concept. My first thought was of something throwing up on itself.
Adding a dash of perversity, they call this color “purple” when it doesn’t take a drag queen to know it is pink.
$209, but I’m warning you, it runs narrow.
I knew immediately that Jean-Paul Gaultier’s spring 2012 couture collection was a tribute to Amy because I did the math. Behive + eyeliner+”Marilyn” stud = Amy Winehouse.
What a wonderful feast of crazy hives and mish-mash of retro vampy girly excess!
It makes me happy to know that Amy’s influence will live on. Her swagger and her vulnerability, her beautiful voice, her tiny little body supporting all that hair…she will haunt me forever. This collection is an homage that’s right on point, as Amy liked to say of her beehive.
Lindsey Wixson is especially adorable in her purple hive and I can’t get enough of her.
Check out the beauty details here.
Also, did everyone see the new Karl Lagerfeld stuff at net-a porter this morning? Horrible, right? What is he thinking?! Please let me know if any other runway shows are worth looking at. Right now, I only have eyes for Amy.
Finally, you can dress like a nun without being one.
This is a big deal. If you’re like me, and I know you are, you know that Nun’s habits can’t just be found on eBay. That’s because they’re sacraments or something. And the Nun outfits made for Halloween are crap.
Artist Julia Sherman has changed all that by designing a collection of beautiful habits, using silk and velvet as well as traditional wool. The pieces include a hooded shift, a beaded collar, and flannel harem pants. The collection is available at JF & Son. Prices are $188 to $489.
Sherman, who is Jewish, was originally commissioned to make the pieces by Mother Mary Magdalene, who had started a new Anglican Catholic order in Fort Worth. She had seen Sherman’s photos of the Nun dolls at The National Shrine of the Cross in the Woods.
I love Nuns. I have a small collection of Nunobilia that I cherish. And nothing would make me happier than to own one of these pieces by Julia Sherman, god willing, Inshallah
God it was boring but I must uphold the tradition so here it is:
Johnny Depp has finally jumped the shark, hotness-wise, but Ewan McGregor and Colin Firth were very do-able.
Madonna tried to get back at Ricky Gervaise for making a joke about her, because she’s too important to ridicule. She also forced us to look at her breasts, only to come in second to the magnificant rack of Selma Hyak.
Madge’s arms were painfuly lean, as were Angie’s and Michelle Pfieffer’s. Kate Winslet’s arms were pleasingly healthy, and her young boyfriend glowed as she gave her acceptance speech. Elton John looked furious when he lost to Madonna, Leo looked tired and sad all night, and it was worrisome to see Sasha Baraon Cohen there without Isla.
Jessica Biel must be blowing some important people, because there’s no other reason for her to present an award. Julianne Moore looked pasty but her long green earrings were fabulous. Nicole Kidman wore a breathtaking dress and continued the charade of being heterosexual and in love with that dopey country singer.
Angelina was stunning in white silk and billowing red lips. She turned to smile at Brad each time someone said something “funny.” Jane Fonda was glowingly well-preserved and knew enough to cover her arms, but she shot some actress a death glare when the latter stepped on her gown.
There were far too many mermaid dresses. Stop it, actresses! Only Beyonce looks good in them.
Clare Dane was careful to highlight her flat chest, as always. We get it Clare, you like being flat.
Morgan Freeman was eloquent and moving when he accepted his award, as was that French guy whose father won an award in 1965. The French guy was so moving that several actors in the audience mouthed “beautiful” with tears sparking in their eyes. Another French guy was sorry for being French, but no one forgave him.
Michelle Williams looked stupid in her childish headband but was heartbreaking in her ode to her poor fatherless daughter. Kate Beckensale got the giggles on stage and looked as radiantly pretty as when I saw her in Sephora a few weeks ago.
The Worst Dress award in my opinion goes to Piper Perabo, a see-through mess that bunched up in front of her crotch.
If I had to find a theme for this year’s show, I would say it was all about the love between George Clooney and Brad Pitt, two dreamboat humanitarians who clearly relish being so much better than everyone else. When George comes out of the closet, the drinks are on me!
This typically ugly “hiker wedge bootie” by Jeffrey Campbell is called Dammit. I have to wonder if it’s their way of rewarding me for tirelessly spreading the joy of the Jeffrey Campbell aesthetic around the world.
However! If this piece of shit is a tribute to Sister Wolf, I reject it, with all due appreciation.
They can do much, much better, as we know all too well. For example:
Dammit is right! It’s like they didn’t even try!
Fuckers.
A company called SRANGEBEAUTIFUL has come up with some sets of nail polish designed to appeal to the Proustian-minded among us.
“….a range of 10 diaphanous veils of wildly haunting colors with inspiration ranging from the vampiric gradations of a healing bruise; the moody rusts of menstrual blood; sooty, phantasmal India ink; the profile of a gray blue Heron scooping fish against a background of gooey river runoff and the apocalyptic color palette of Medieval Flemish paintings. Visceral and private, each shade cloaks the finger in an aqueous film of color for an effect that is strange, beautiful, and impossible to forget.”
Hahahahaha! Isn’t that fantastic???? Other sets are avilable, each absurdly pretentious.
I like how this set includes the color “Menstrual Last Day.” Hopefully they have “First Day of Menstruation” in one of the other sets.
I love colors and the names for colors. I loved my box of crayola crayons as much for the names as the actual colors. When Max was little, we deferred to his acute appreciation of color by showing him something of indeterminate hue and asking him, “What do you call this color, Max?” He would take a moment to consider and say something like, “I call it tan.”
In the spirit of STRANGEBEAUTIFUL, I want to invent my own set of nail polish colors:
Cubism
Gruyere
Still Spotting
Hep C
Wittgenstein
Virgin Birth
Mishima Cultist Coral
Clogged Drain
Hypothermia Blue
Have a look at the nail polish here. $85 per set.
And contribute your own colors if you are so inclined!
Remember the last time we struggled with this?
On the one hand, this guy is dressed like a clown. On the other hand, he projects intelligence, confidence and a rakish challenge.
Do you want to grab his jacket and run? Or would you rather go back to his studio and play with his hair?
Remember Sruli Recht, the Israeli/Australian designer with a studio in Iceland?
His ready-to-wear menswear is now available online!
The sweater and shorts above are made from the wool of Icelandic sheep who “have been bred unmixed for 11 hundred years.” Good to know. But here’s more:
Garment description:
Fitted Single breasted Icelandic woolen-felt Jacket, draped as a sole rectangle, shaped with one dart running from the scapula through to the nape – draped entirely on a K&L 38 stand and on the body of a man named Emil in Reykjavik.
The shorts were also draped entirely on Emil’s legs. Not only that, but they’re lined in Japanese silk and cotton. I would buy them just to feel close to Sruli.
If you follow this link, you can see the full line of Versace for H&M, due in stores on November 17. Bright, flashy exotic prints and old-school Versace overkill in the accessories make this collection a nostalgic trip down Eurotrash lane.
I’m ready for it! I’m tired of drab colors and black with black.
These pants come in a leafy Hawaiian print as well, and look nice under the dresses or with short clashing tops.
I love a pink suit on a male model but I admit that I’d like one for me. I think I could pull it off. But realistically, I will probably just set my sights on the pink shoes. I’m not willing to stand in a long line to get my hands on this stuff but if the crowds aren’t too scary, these shoes are mine.
And if the shoes don’t work out, I want the bedspread. There are matching pillows for a nice opium den effect.
What do you think about this collection? Love it or hate it? Is it worth fighting a mob of aggressive girls wearing their Lita platforms?
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