Drunk and Hot Girls

Whoever says that Marni isn't sexy has obviously never seen these shoes...


...or these mittens...


From Mona Moore

Loan Shark

I was so utterly confounded and enthralled by the Rodarte show. At some points (meaning about half of the show) I felt like I had seen these looks before, in a strange, strange way. They mixed Lanvin's SS07 (tulle and silk cocktail dresses with strappy necklines and pleating, as well as slicked-back hair), Balenciaga from like 3 years ago (lace and skinny pants with metallics) and Chanel (one bizarre tweed suit and some frothy white dresses) into a revolting but kind of likable array of dresses and separates. And yet there were other looks, mainly dresses, that were beautiful, ethereal, and worthy of the most divine of fairies and princesses. I felt as if I had seen it all before, and I'm completely ambivalent toward it. I honestly don't know what to make of this show.
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Pictures from Style.com

I Think I'm Turning Japanese

Balenciaga
And A.A. with flouro pink
Eyes makes me happy.



At the risk of a
Cliché, Vlada works the vibe
Of Lolita and

Alice Liddle, with
Her kneesocks, garden setting,
And her very smug gaze.



The simplicity
Of the black dress and Chanel
Bag let the beauty

Of the degradé,
Curved heel, high gloss Prada
Shoes shine even more.


Run faster, blondie!
Your long sweater and long locks
Trail behind you as

You pass the truck of
The Manhattan Fruit Exchange.
You are surely late.


Severe ruby hair
Gleams against china skin and
Scarlet lips. Your shirt

Is crisp and clean and
A dominatrix would wear
Those boots. Your bike is

Fabulous and it
Complements the blouse and hair.
You are quite striking.


A silk headband and
Hovering fringe complete the
Twenties spirit of

The dress. Her skin is
Dewy and she wears earrings
Of diamond. But,

Please, lay off the coke,
Irina Lazareanu.
It is not healthy.

Burn It

It seems that Cory Kennedy-Levin has taken a natural step in her hipster poster child evolution, and contributed vocals to an electro record by Heartsrevolution that will be sold at Colette. Despite, or perhaps because of the fact, that you can't tell that it's her singing, without knowing beforehand, it's pretty decent. The beats are fine and there's an apocolyptic/danse macabre theme to the lyrics that goes quite nicely with the fact that it's CKL singing. Give a listen at Heartsrevolution's myspace (it's called Prism Effect w CK).

The Clouded Mind

"According to RG Vogue, model Fernanda Motta has been confirmed as the presenter of Brazil's Next Top Model, the national franchise of Tyra Banks' popular show. The panel of judges will include designer Alexandre Herchcovitch, editor Erika Palomino, and Paulo Borges, responsible for São Paulo Fashion Week. The winner will be featured on the cover of Elle Brazil and score a modeling contract with Ford. The show will debut on Sony on October 3."

Mr. Herchovitch is certainly a strange choice for those of us familiar with the American version of Top Model, in all its camp and unrealistic glory. An actual, reputable, well-known designer being featured on the show is a bit of an anomaly, especially the talented Herchovitch, with his avant garde bent. I'm really excited that Brazillians and copyright violaters alike will get to see a bit of real-world fashion on TV, particularly since that real-world fashion is sold at my favorite store. This sort of exposure is wonderful, and once I learn Portuguese, I'll definitely be watching.

Story source: RG Vogue via madeinbrazil.typepad.com

Panthers in Crime

Now, normally Numéro bores me just a tiny parsec, just because I feel like they don't really try new things or step outside the box very much (like that whole Freja with cameras shot by Karl spread, what in Chalayan was that?!) but I'm really drawn into (haha, get it?) their September issue. It has Sasha P. on the cover, as a slightly cracked-out version of Jessica Rabbit, shot by Camilla Akrans. The cover, with Sasha's gaunt face and piercing eyes peeking out from impeccable red waves, and her skeletal figure swathed in an embellished Dior dress, is striking and a great subversion of the universally attractive sexpot Ms. Rabbit. Especially seeing as how Sasha's beauty is, so, uh, debated. The rest of the editorial isn't as special, but it's still pretty and luxurious, et cetera. I also really enjoy Karl's shoot featuring strong, black, couture pieces reminiscent of super heroes. It's powerful and crisp, and although it's not that unique, I really like the images. Now go forth, children, and imbibe!


Photo cred: TFS

Death of a Shade of a Hue

Over a sea of grief Scarlet died

Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day

For a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display

Until a god with a broom came and swept them away

In their bereavement all of her colorful friends

Turned to a milky grey depressing blend

Which incidentally made Grey feel inane

So he set off to find a less trite identity

One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be




Photo cred: Me, Cobrasnake, COACD, Misshapes, Nylon, Patrick Wolf's website

Smoking Kills

It's true that the French are more fashion-conscious than Americans.

It's Gruesome that Someone so Handsome Should Care

George-Michael is lookin' fly, ladies and gentlemen. I love Michael Cera's sensitive-intelligent-dandy-but-still-fairly-normal vibe, and how he pulls off the Thom Brown-style cropped trousers. There's a truely nuanced mix of irony and earnestness in it that I find so charming and intriguing. The suit is superb, I'm so stoked dude to see Superbad (insert pun about how it looks supergood here), and needless to say, after this Friday, I will constantly proclaim myself "McLovin."

I'm All About You

My regrets, but between AP's, finals, parties, and jaunts to France, I've been terribly busy. But soon I&S will be back in full bloom, just like Mariacarla returning to the runway at Givenchy Haute Couture!