FASHIONconfectionairy
Dollars in their eyes, diamonds in their smiles, one day I too will be beautiful like a god. 10/19/2009
Sorry for not posting quite as often as I should these last few weeks, I have been extraordinarily busy and at this rate will continue to be for a while. For an example just this weekend a family friend, about my age, stayed the weekend – which was smashing. She was also a major fan of fashion and the Beatles, so that kept us really busy. Anyways she is one of the few people who have seen my room fully finished after our remodel, her thoughts on it was that it is very white yet colourful.  And it her description is fairly accurate, all the furniture and the walls in my room are white, but I have one wall that is covered fully by a massive collage (I have a bit too much time on my hands) and colourful music and movie posters are displayed on my other walls. My style is minimalist and classic, I even have a chandelier!  Due to the fact I designed my room myself, I am very proud of it. And I was thinking it would be wonderful if I could take some pictures of it, however, I don’t want too show too many pictures of where I live because of the frightening amount of stalkers on the internet…so instead I am showing you Dree Hemmingway’s room which is very similar. Not too brag but mine may be just a tad more hipster; then again Dree Hemmingway is just plain more hipster than I am in general.  For those of you who have been living in fashion oblivion or are not literature-lly inclined, Dree Hemmingway is first and foremost a model, a muse, and the great-grand daughter of Ernest Hemmingway. Dree is with Elite Model Management and has worked for Abercrombie & Fitch, DNKY, Givenchy, Alexander Wang, Riccardo Tisci, and Halston to name a few. You could call her the Erin Wasson of our time but a little bit sweeter and more refined. Now go forth my fashionable readers - look her up, soak up her style, and thicken your inspiration folders, I would love to hear what you think of Dree! Finding Nirvana 10/16/2009
 I was sitting in my Social Studies watching the endless rain hit the school room window and tugging at my uniform sweater to cover my frozen hands, just wishing that I had a scarf and gloves. My classmates continued to murmur on about the dance happening tonight – which oddly enough I wasn’t all too interested in, wearing mini skirts and tee shirts at night in 45 degree weather isn’t exactly my forte. All I was interested in wearing was a blanket or two, long gauzy skirts, and thick Santa Fe sweaters, but I knew no one ever wears that. Then I thought again people actually did wear that – in the 90’s.  And that reminded me of a lush spread featuring these clothing items I longed for, from Teen Vogue, that arrived not but two days ago. Once I got home, I ran up the stairs nearly slipping in the process, to where my sacred barely opened magazine lay. Moments later I found the spread; and here it is.  Isn’t there something crazily gorgeous and simplistic about these photos? And my goodness how that light shines in the previous photo makes the models look almost godly. Now I am on a hunt to find the Navaho sweaters my mum brought back years ago from Santa Fe (that she now thinks are ghastly) similar looking to this Stella McCartney sweater, some plaid that manages not to look pre-teen cheesy (especially not in pink or any other revolting plaid colour), and a pair of black Doc Martens (that I have been begging my parents to let me get a pair for ages). However, you will have to wish me luck with my mum, when she heard me listening to Nirvana she nearly had a heart attack. As it is customary, I will now also wish you luck in finding your fashion Nirvana. Have a nice evening hearing the rain on the roofs!  Yesterday was the unofficial holiday Columbus Day. Unofficial meaning the government deemed it inappropriate to name a holiday after someone who led the slew of foreigners to come slaughter thousands of Native Americans. But I find this ironic because Columbus himself didn’t actually slaughter thousands of Indians, it was the government who did – and now in the words of Lucy from Across the Universe “and how do we repay them? We ship them off to the shittiest bits of real estate.” Indeed.  But now you must be thinking, how does that lovely bit of anti-government information relate to today’s post and fashion. Well, it’s the historical background, because due to this unofficial holiday Lewa (my most A-M-A-Z-I-N-G photographer friend) and I had a half day and we went to Freemont to vintage shop. And no we were really not skiving off class like some shop keepers were curious enough to ask. We probably were a strange sight though, Lewa on one hand sniveling away (the poor dear has a nasty cold) snapping pictures of semi-intellectual and peculiar things still in our uniform, and me on the other hand me excitedly pointing out shops in Freemont to Lewa (it was the first time she ever really experienced Freemont) and a whole lot more dressed up than Lewa and the other suedo-bohemian onlookers were.  Anyways let me help you experience Freemont from wherever you are through Lewa’s photos. Firstly some people consider Freemont as rather a place where the slightly sketchy artsy alternative people hang out, and do slightly artsy things (like these animal pictures from "The Coolest Art Gallery in the Known Universe" ahem).  Also Freemont is known for its notoriously large Lenin statue, the now rather unpopular Communist has been. However, in Freemont they think of him fondly...if you look closely, right behind Lenin is a little yummy gelato cafe that serves Lenny scoops and such.  After Lewa and I got our fill of Communist gelato, we headed down to one of the truly coolest places in the known universe; Freemont Vintage Mall. Which is covered in paintings of the talented, famous, and brilliant legends, I struck a pose with them.   We tried on various faux fur coats (I’m on the lookout for one) and looked at relics from times past. I did find one coat very similar to Rumi’s but it was a little too oversized and too expensive. But I didn’t come away empty handed, I bought various Barbie trading cards some dating back to the 1960’s and a mini stand up James Dean. Hope you enjoyed the mini tour, I have a fever and headache, so I think I'm going to go hibranate in my bed now. As always thanks for reading! Alix, of The Cherry Blossom Girl blog, took these glamorous photos from the Sonia Rykiel show. In her post she mentioned bloggers have been getting plenty of attention these last few seasons as well as the best seats in the house. And that is true, for an example Rumi of Fashion Toast has been seen at everywhere from Herve Leger to Alexander McQueen’s show. Even the young Stylish Wanderer is being invited to all the legendary designer shows, I must admit I’m a bit jealous. But Anna Wintour’s advice is "you can't just assume that since you can become popular fashion wise on the internet or on a reality TV show that you can do well in the real fashion world." This means to me, that all the ego boosting you wonderful commenters do for me must not go to my head. Everyone and their mother wants to work for a high fashion magazine, but not everyone can make the cut. So, I will just have to work harder than rest till I make it.    Talking about getting advice from Anna Wintour, TeenVogue has issued a handbook on how to make a spot for yourself in the fashion industry. Of the sneak peak I have seen so far, it’s brilliant, full of glossy images and interviews from some of the most prestigious faces in fashion. Some people are: Stella McCartney, Marc Jacobs, Karl Lagerfeld, and Jourdan Dunn. Can't wait to get my copy!    Anyways, I’ll stop talking about my fashion ambitions and talk more about the actual fashion. Doesn’t this show look extraordinary? The glitter, lingerie influences, colourful pieces, and the models joyous expressions just sew the whole thing together. I am ashamed that I have never really considered Sonia Rykiel as one of the top ten designers, but I definitely think so now.    There’s tons of energy and pronounced attitude in this clothing, it makes me feel like I just want to get up to dance and run around in oversized heels listening to Rick James while nibbling on pink cotton candy. That sounds like a wildly appealing thing to do! Maybe I can see if I can arrange such a happening…but I must go now, it’s my mums birthday (as well as John Lennon and his son Sean Lennon’s birthday coincidently). Have glamorous weekend! Let’s take a moment to recognize Irving Penn, the legendary photographer, who died this morning at the grand age of 92.   It is funny to think that a man, who started out just as an intern at Bazaar, turned out to be one of the most well known photographers in the fashion industry. After, getting his big break in 1943 as an assistant to the art director at Vogue, he started to sketch covers. And eventually got to photograph the covers he drew himself, this lead him to a career of over 150 covers of Vogue, including the first colour cover.   He photographed everyone from Lauren Hutton, to his wife supermodel Lisa Fonssagrives, to a teenage Kate Moss. And what is so extraordinary about his photographs is that you can see the models expression and pose clearly, yet it seems as if some invisible shield protects the glamorous model from us - average generally non-painstakingly beautiful people - from entering that world of glamour. Also his work was never contrived, never overdone, and never meant to be so shallow it looked deep. They were pure images of style, made just to promote pure style - no strings attached. So, thank you Irving Penn for perserving what bloggers, photographers, models, and designers alike seek; style. GIVEAWAY: Ladies Watch 10/05/2009
Darlings, I have been having a most wonderful day, initially I wasn't going to go to school because of a throbbing headache, but against my skiving off alter-ego's nature I went. And it was a fun; school got out an hour early, we had no homework, it was pleasantly sunny, we did curl ups and push ups in P.E. instead of the dreaded timed mile run, and in science we got to watch metal totally disppear in suspicious acids. Yes, I am amused and happy easily. And since people say good fortune and happiness should be passed along...I have some to pass, I am hosting another giveaway for all of you!  You may win this lovely gold watch, all you have to do to enter is leave your name, email, and in your comment tell me which men watche your boyfriend would like to wear, such as the 2er00003b. I must say the gold is simple and absolutely stunning, there just is something about watches - they show your importance, style, and status. Within our favorite glossy mags there are endless advertisements of watches, just asking us to buy their sophistication. But lucky you, there is no need for you to buy one you could have the chance to receive one for free once you enter. Hopefully you win or at least have a chance to glance at the another gorgeous women automatic watch! P.S. I REALLY like the Kinks right now, I just can't get enough of them :) Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry. 10/03/2009
John Lennon once said “everyone was on a ship in the sixties, a ship going to discover the New World.” If I could time travel, I would be that ship. A ship would allow me to experience the music, fashion, and ideals of the era.  The reason I initially became interested in the Sixties was because of the music, and that is my main reason for wanting to time travel to the sixties. The Beatles were the band that started it all, once I was introduced nothing could stop me; I wanted to hear, read, and learn everything about them. After reading many of Beatles biographies, I realized that The Beatles had friends who were musicians as well. Since these musicians had a connection to The Beatles, I had to learn more about them and their background which launched me into a frenzy of discovering The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Jimmy Hendrix, Eric Clapton, Donovan, and many more influential artists of the era. If I were to visit the Sixties I could to listen to the music of the general public without criticism, attend the concerts of my favorite bands in their prime, and make it a priority to meet The Beatles. Thus, the music is my main reason to time travel to the Sixties, but not the only one. Because as soon as I became enamored by friends of The Beatles, I became enamored by what they wore and their general fashion.  Within seconds of noticing the fashions of the Sixties, I fell deeply in love. Long elegant skirts of the Fifties were fine, loud graffiti colours of the Eighties were fun, Nineties grunge made a statement, but nothing can compare to style of the Sixties. Fresh off the conservative Fifties, the Sixties blended business suits with a youthful culture to create mod. Twiggy, Pattie Boyd, and Jean Shrimpton, with help from designer Mary Quant, popularized mini-skirts, geometric prints in primary colours, and androgynous makeup and hair. But mod didn’t stop there; it evolved to a looser, more decadent, bohemian-psychedelic style. This was the first time that the youth dictated what the stores should sell, instead the stores dictating what the youth should buy. Not only did the youth take over and change the fashion industry, they took over and changed popularly held ideals of society.  The “children” of the Sixties were engaged, stylish, and influential, and because of this, they held the power to drastically change their society. Travelling to the Sixties would mean I could join a movement that has inspired me for years. They opened up endless possibilities and recognized what could be done. In a way, through their own revolution they re-created the meaning of hope; hope for a better world, hope for a better future, and hope to be a better person. Paired with the “summer of love,” (1968) the sixties magnified two of the most important qualities: hope and love. We hope to love and love to hope. It would change they way I think, and for perhaps the first time, not because I am told to by teachers, leaders and adults, but because I want to hope.  The day that Mr. Lennon’s ship is open for boarding, I will most certainly board. However, until that day comes, I will look to find my own Sixties in today. And I will religiously follow this beauty guide by my ultimate Sixties muse, Pattie Boyd, and stop being a square until I can magically blend into what was swinging London. Have a lovely weekend! Today I had to deal with the devil of all exams; multiple choice. You have it in your head that you're doing really well then you realize you have three D's in a row and start to doubt yourself cause that just can’t be right can it? Or at least that’s the way my mind works. Then I had to finish my essay on the Sixties, which I think may have garnered me an A, though I may have gotten a bit carried away with explaining mod, Twiggy, The Beatles, and the youth’s influence on society. At least it was a sufficient answer to why I am so enamored by the Sixties. Anyways, to make a long story short – thinking is exhausting so I decided to take a mini-break on YouTube and watch various videos, somehow I stumbled on one of Johnny Depp and Kate Moss, and I think they made an amazing couple.  They were totally ignoring the interviewer and were much more interested in giggling at the camera mans short-shorts, acting way above national television. It was hilarious; the poor interviewer was going on about how they should get married and how lovely it was and about some charity, meanwhile Johnny and Kate were casually ignoring the questions way more absorbed in each other.  I always thought those two must have got up to some pretty intense stuff, can’t you just imagine it grunge supermodel queen Kate Moss and hell raiser baddie Johnny Depp doing whatever they felt like. Including trashing a few $2,000 hotels, bathing in champagne, and being ridiculously passionate about life, my heroes. Besides the sound of the constant sniveling, I have had one song stuck in my head all day; Spies by Coldplay. The one that starts out with a creepy almost Pink Floyd like cord then goes on about spies coming out of the water and hiding behind every corner, it's on the album Parachutes with the massive red moon (sun?) on the cover. Well that’s the one, and every few seconds Daniel Craig and his Bond women stride through my head.  There is no doubt in my mind that Daniel Craig is the ultimate James bond, he is hard core, cold, and fueled by revenge. And there is no doubt in my mind that Casino Royale is the best Bond movie, but what I am really unsure about is which Bond girl is my favorite. Let me make this clear this is no easy task, James goes through them quite quickly from Pussy Galore to Strawberry Fields to Honey Ryder.  But for now, I will show you some of Bonds most recent girls, but I would love to hear who your favorite Bond is, why, who your favorite Bond girl is, why, and who you think should be the next Bond girl. Supposedly rumors are flying that Jennifer Aniston, Megan Fox, and Frieda Pinto are being considered for the role in the sequel to Quantum of Solace.  Personally, I might kill myself if Megan Fox becomes the next Bond girl because Bond girls have to be smart, and I don’t really see that element in her. I also don’t think Jennifer Aniston should be the next Bond girl because while she may look mighty fine for her age she is just a little too old and we have all seen her around in tons of movies. And I don’t know what to think of Frieda Pinto as a Bond girl she is darling but looks just a little young and innocent for the role.  Well, I still haven’t come to a conclusion yet, but I think next year I want to be a Bond girl for Halloween and I need an Ursula swimsuit for spring. Thanks for all the supporting comments, you guys are getting me through all my homework and exams (yes, already)! I am absolutely knee-deep in homework with a head full of Harry Potter theories, soccer moves from this morning, and She Wolf by Shakira is stuck in my head. Just last night while playing Rock band with my friends I banned us from playing “un-worthy” songs, and now I’m listening to She Wolf…apocalypse is coming.   But surely there are more important things in life than my musical intent, for an example what to wear for Halloween.   Tim Burton, the king of all creepy spine tingling movies; Beetlejuice, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, Sweeney Todd, and the soon to be released Alice In Wonderland to name a few, directed this spread. Living with Helene Bonham Carter might do this to you. But obviously this was meant to inspire us all for Halloween. I find this spread certainly er interesting and memorable but it didn’t inspire my Halloween costume….because I’m being Sleeping Beauty, who is kind of the polar opposite of these morbid models. Nevertheless you could say Sleeping Beauty was half-dead for awhile.   Anyways, I would love to hear whether you have thought about Halloween costumes yet or what you are going to be, so do tell! Now I must go off to finish Harry Potter: and the Order of the Phoenix for the millionth time and struggle through the death of my favorite character, Sirius Black. Have an excellent weekend! | Author:Musings of a teenager wannabe journalist. One of those people who goes to a party and everyones like were we suppose to dress up? I have visions that one day everyone will work hard, play hard, be nice to people, and make the world a more beautiful place with fashion. Welcome to my blog and come walk through the world in my heels.  Daily Reads:A Decadent Thing  Vintage Posts:
October 2009  Photos:Photoshoot photos are all taken by the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G ever lovely Lewa. And pictures taken by Lewa or I belong to the blog; please ask permission for use. Otherwise, all other pictures I don't own and are taken from the internet.  |
