BEST OF PRE FALL.
Just in case you haven’t heard, everyone’s current favorite Jennifer (Lawrence) is covering Vogue’s September issue. While clicking through the shots (here), I paused at the above and thought this might be the most perfect Fall image we will see (forget what I said about the Saint Laurent-clad Amanda Seyfried). While that wool Louis Vuitton coat is in a league of it’s own, and the juxtaposition of the silk shorts with the otherwise Jackie-O polished look is spot on…it’s really the dog that completes the image. Upon reading, I learned the photographed pup’s name is WINSTON (!!!).
Perhaps it’s largely due to Vogue.com’s “Cat Week” spin on Shark Week last Monday, or perhaps it’s because I know I can’t keep a dog in my shoebox Manhattan apartment, but for the first time ever, I’ve found myself wanting a cat.
If I’m being totally honest, maybe it’s because I think it will be a really great accessory and really compliment the aesthetic of my apartment. Maybe I think it will photograph really, really well. Regardless, animals kind of complete us, right? HAVE YOU SEEN 101 DALMATIANS? Whatever. Until then, I have my Winston.
Here’s some favorite cat and dog images from Vogue and other places to further my point.
Lindsey Wixson, August 2013, Vogue Brazil.
Coco Rocha, Vogue, 2006.
Cara Delevinge, Vogue Japan, September 2013.
Jane Fonda, Vogue, 1959.
Vogue Paris, date unknown.
Audrey Hepburn, date unknown.
My uber-talented friend Brooke at a corner store in Brooklyn this weekend.
Finally… me and Winston this weekend on the rooftop bar of The Standard in Manhattan. We’re not *QUITE* like Jennifer Lawrence and her Winston. Maybe next time I’ll wear a giant wool coat and silk shorts.
The promise of Fall came early in the form of Elle’s August issue, which found it’s way to my mailbox last night. I know we’re supposed to be excited for September issues, but dare i say: i need not look further than Amanda Seyfried clad in Saint Laurent-y looks in the August issue of Elle.
I guess the most rational step of looking further, would be looking backward - straight to the source of Hedi Slimane’s second womenswear collection for Saint Laurent.
I don’t have the capacity to articulate the genius of Slimane - the extension of menswear and the claim that there is literally nothing new in fashion. Everything.
But I digress and want to call to attention the resemblance of the most relevant musical character of my childhood - Miss Hannigan (not to be confused with Miss Havisham, see previous post). Miss Hannigan was the drunken, slutty bitch from the musical Annie (maybe I still listen to the soundtrack, whatever) and she was a literal hot mess, always wearing some terrible (?) combination of lingerie and fur.
My next claim might destroy any style authority I’ve gained (I’ve never had any, so this is a trick) …but I can’t help but trace Miss Hannigan to Slimane’s Fall collection.
Either way: this is what I want to wear every day, starting August 1st.
1. Acne Oversized Shearling jacket (DEAD.)
2. A.P.C. x Carhartt Beanie (sold out, buy it for me on ebay and I will give you my firstborn)
4. La Perla bra
6. Proenza Schouler Courier (because this shit is F R E S H)
8. Sheer tights
And honestly, if none of that is working for you - here is a picture of me and a dog I met this weekend, and me, pretending to be like Annie.
the sun will come out tomorrow.
Fashion, like any good art, is only improved within great context over time.
Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time in Brooklyn lately, but the irony of frayed denim shorts and cutoff vintage tees and grungy boots feels much less ironic than it did say…last year, as to be expected with any trend. Trends, like other things in life, are not reliable. We know this season after season, but like a broken record, we commit and commit and commit, only to find those rag and bone boots on clearance 3 months later and completely irrelevant in another 3. So we’re heartbroken, paying off our Barney’s credit card, all while searching for our next great investment. We knew this would happen. So why do we repeat our mistakes?
Although this previously described Brooklyn look is tired, just as crop tops are a Basic (capital ‘B’ Basic) commodity in Soho (RIP Kelly Kapowski), I hereby declare I will not stop (I CAN’T STOP) because it *just feels right* for now.
In Fall 2011, both Prabal Gurung and Marchesa showed collections inspired by the dramatically eccentric literary character Miss Havisham (if you don’t know who MIss Havisham is then stop reading). Both were based on the deconstructed and unfinished understanding of this broken and distraught woman who was so jaded, she lived her life in her decomposing wedding dress.
Both Prabal Gurung and Marchesa took what should be the most shattered vision of the female complex and transformed it into an ironically beautiful form of high fashion. The misery becomes beautiful, and almost hopeful.
And although that Karlie Kloss opening Prabal Gurung red dress could be the most overused editorial look of 2011, it still gets to me. And THAT my friends, in my humble opinion, is where the trend breaks and the fashion becomes relevant, relevant, RELEVANT.
Maybe I’m reading too much Sylvia Plath and am too inspired by the first line I ever highlighted in The Bell Jar - ”I felt wise and cynical as all hell” - and I’m hyper-analyzing the great unlock of cynicism juxtaposed with hope.
Now that I’ve lost everyone, I’ll just let you know that I’m going to continue wearing crop tops and skirts and cutoff tees, for now at least. Here are (the best of) the rest of the dreams of Fall 2011, because they’re not quite finished yet…
****i would like to take this last moment, as an opportune PSA to say Gwyneth Paltrow in 1998’s (TERRIBLE) adaptation of Great Expectations, is quite frankly the shit.
perhaps you remember my last post about the cool ass girls at men’s fashion week. well, 6 months have passed and the street style images from last week in milan are just as incredible as last time.
as far as i’m concerned, all other street style is irrelevant. as someone who truly digs the sartorial and formulaic aesthetic that IS menswear…it’s incredibly refereshing to see elements translated and juxtaposed in an ever so slightly feminine way. SIGN. ME. UP.
(all images tommy ton via style.com)