Monday, May 31, 2010

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Strumpet & Pink: "Her Rich Attire Creeps Rustling To Her Knees"

Black Swan, The Flower of Balay, Hunting Through The Ruffles and Garden of Delights (in order shown) are the names of these hand-made knickers. Melanie Probert and Lisa Z. Morgan created their company, Strumpet & Pink (website link here), in '02 on the back of a tube ticket.

There are delectable, impossibly beautiful fantasies of silk, tulle, flowers, ruffles, seed pearls, chiffon, silk crepe ... seductive and sensuous. Each has its own hand printed calling card rather than a label. Perfection ...

Breathtaking. Available at Kiki de Montparnasse, Faire Frou Frou and and of course They will be at Kiki de Montparnasse in New York next week.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Something Beautiful: Soft Maybe Blurred Photography

Sometimes the photograph that is too soft, the one that might have been a mistake, is the one that haunts you with its memories of something beautiful. Sometimes it's done in photoshop; maybe a Gaussian blur as I did with the white rose.

Ken Rosenthal did the first one, a split toned silver gelatin from The Water series. "Images that evoke time, place, people and dreams that are half-remembered."
Jennifer Shaw is next, The Camellia, an archival ink jet print. Soft, ethereal closeups of images shot with a Holga, a beloved "toy" camera.

Mark Arbeit, The Dance, a warm tone silver gelatin. A narrow depth of field, dreamy blurs that become more clear as you stand back; he assisted Helmut Newton and Irving Penn in the '70's,

Something beautiful, very beautiful.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Breakfast At Barney Green Grass and Four Reasons To Use Flash

 Sunday brunch at Barney Greengrass is a bit of people watching and a lot about fabulous food.  Outside the valets display Bentley's, Rolls Royces, Porsches, Jaguars, Mercedes and Maseratis in a tidy luscious line-up. My '88 560SL was considered elderly and therefore consigned to the parking lot below. It was Mother's Day and the restaurant crowded. Jackson made reservations and we were whisked to the balcony overlooking Wilshire and Rodeo, a heat lamp making the breeze rather sultry.

Strolling lazily through the store, surprised that the straw hat in the men's area was 695.00; I'd guessed 130.00. The Fiorentino & Baker boots, the over the knee flat boots were sold out (didn't they know that was the one they could sell over and over all season long, sigh). The second floor is airy and light and filled with serious designer pieces and only many, not all, are black. The photos of black were taken with my iphone; not a good idea. Trying to lighten a very, very black iphone photo blew out the highlights and gave a sort of comic book character to the Comme des Garcons jacket, dress and under skirt. Still, the details (details = understatement) are so exquisite and take-your-breath-away, even with the dreadful picture. 

Jackson was very patient but having games on his iphone surely helped, even on Mother's Day.

It would be a good thing, I think, for the new owners (there are always new owners, it seems) of Barneys New York to get Gene Pressman back.

You Are So Beautiful

This is one of my favorite Twilight Zone episodes: well, I can't think of any that aren't "favorites" really. I thought about this because a company kindly sent me samples of their new skin care product for me to review. I'd eagerly sent a note asking to review the product; strangely, I almost sent the box back when it arrived. I did open it, hoping that the product is good because (a) I'll be using it morning and night for three weeks or so and (b) I really don't want to write a negative review. Having discovered that about myself, this is absolutely not, I think that I will be better to be highly selective about products sent to me for review.

The product, which will get a complete review soon, is wonderful actually. I've used it for the first week and love it which makes me ever so much more comfortable.

I'm not comfortable wearing a lot of makeup, cringe at foundation, what an odd word for something one will pat on their face. My skin care routine involves very basic and classic things: cetaphil to wash my face and moisturizers marked day and night. I wouldn't give up coffee for Latisse but it would be the thing I'd take to the proverbial desert island (along with a pareo, a straw boater with a huge black ribbon, a long sleeved Victorian white blouse and an All Saints black (of course) hoodie.

Facials are wonderful things and certainly have a place in a skin care regimen but nothing is more important that having a dermatologist that will look at the odd things skin can have and make them all right again. I did ask mine how he would define beauty; I was very surprised when he stepped back and said "beauty is being loved."

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Facebook and The Poke

Back in the days of dial-up 101, there was a rather distant voice dully announcing that "you have mail." It took forever to load and made bidding on eBay an adventure: how long would it take for that (fake) Hermes, authenticity guaranteed, picture to reveal itself.

The 'net did get faster, leaving crashed p/c towers and big, fat, high priced external hard drives piled up next to a basket of faded cell phones; incrementally, everything became smaller.

Facebook came along and for awhile it was sort of the anti-MySpace; not very cool and relegated to a place in the vicinity of LinkedIn.

Things change exponentially. I think the average time spent on facebook is now two hours a day. Lots of friends, some you even know. Facebook is ever so helpful in suggesting friends, reminding you that you haven't written on someone's wall for too long. And then there is the option to poke.

What is a poke? What do you do when you've been poked? I poke back politely most of the time but always with a sense of not understanding. If someone poked me on the street, I'd be quite cross. It's an odd thing and why is it there?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Fashion School Confidential

Colin McDowell delivered a rather caustic post on his blog titled Graduate Fashion Shows: What's Gone Wrong?  (link here.)  It's provocative and actually something of a surprise. Mr. McDowell, who created a platform for London Design Talent, IMG of Fashion Fringe, and has written gorgeous books about John Galliano, Manolo Blahnik, Jean Paul Gaultier and more, has written for the London Sunday Times on fashion for the last fifteen years, refers to himself as "one of the world's leading fashion commentators - and one of the most outspoken." Indeed.

The opening set the tone: "The Spanish film director Luis Bunuel once said that "The opinion of the audience is conformity," by which I suspect he meant that we all like what we know."

 This seemed very disingenuous, leading the reader by very presumptuous statements and milking some that are arguably reasonable as a case against the mediocrity and banality of fashion school students. While the argument was tempered for me by his further statement that the likes of Miuccia Prada, John Galliano and Marc Jacobs exemplify originality - and in many ways each do have the privilege of avant garde and money money money (finally, I do know the history of each), I also know that they collectively employ many fashion school graduates and that throngs of design houses have queued up for fashion school graduates.

Certainly, and for many reasons, some fashion students will strive for costumery, fashion for reality TV shows or a merchandising job. The years of fashion school are an opportunity and it is certainly an imperfect system because there is as much knowledge simply imbued as earned and learned. The finale for most may result in working with a design studio and that is where they will stretch and learn what they are capable of. Many designers skipped out of fashion school and it didn't inhibit them in the least. Others never applied, never went and maybe there was simply someone who impressed their own love of fashion or style or sewing or editorial and that was enough.

Mr. McDowell was harsh, I think; maybe he is correct that the Graduate Fashion shows won't attract retail shops or designers or bloggers/journalists ... but that is true in all modalities. Frankly, most buyers look for any reason to not look at any new things. Some combination of the lingering pain of the economic downturn and a natural antipathy for anything or anyone new. But not everyone is like that. There are always buyers and blogger/journalists looking and willing to have patience for someone new.

John Galliano had his graduating class collection bought by Mrs. Burstein, put in the South Moulton Street windows of Brown's and sold right out (as they should have, clothes angels would have fought for). Isabella Blow bought Alexander McQueen's group which is just now being auctioned off and John Galliano producing a film about her.

Perhaps Mr. McDowell is right and "so many - but by no means all - fashion departments in art colleges are staffed by second-hand roses: ex-designers, failed PR people and journalists who rarely go to the top fashion shows or have any conversation with the major designers." I hope not and can't imagine the effect of a stifling, stiff, mundane teaching facility on someone creative and young and vulnerable.

There was a discussion away from Mr. McDowell's blog with salient questions and reflections. A few:

"He's got it totally wrong...The lack of creativity is NOT necessarilly about the staff its about the students playing safe because they see that as the way to get a job....Also students these days have very little understanding of the creative process. MacDowell hasnt got a clue where to start he can see there is a problem but not from where it stems. The problem is with the students who lack drive and creativity and because many staff arent equipped on how to stimulate creativity because they assume their students will have bags of it then the scenario of safe collections arises. There are TOO many colleges and TOO many students these days."

"but of course it's about the staff. Who and how many they select???? is the first issue. They should then be responsible of guiding students through the creative process . Colleges should be exciting places where drive and excellence is engraved in their DNA. I think the whole system is wrong. But then Colleges are business and at the end it is all about money.. more students more money..."

"creativity must go hand in hand with an armour that protects the soul from the dark knights of this business...(now that is very Lord of the Rings)."

"But how many active designers are teaching or cooperating in the colleges...?? not sure in London..and it's not because they don't want too.. most designers I know would love to be 'connected' with colleges..but here is no place in the schools for a dose of reality or passing down useful knowledge.. I think the system is wrong and I think Colin does have a serious point about how the system is not working."

"Does he not realise that to create something TRULY original one does NOT go to press days!! one goes into oneself; research, research and then from that is born a fresh idea. I recently judged a graduate show and yes there was conformity ( and to be honest a few too many Dhoti pants) but the innovation was in the detailing and the concept and structure. Frankly I don't need to see a space age clown on rollerskates to see talent."

Monday, May 24, 2010

5K Run Fundraiser for UCLA Mattel Children's Hospital, and Jackson

Open mouth breathing. Sunburned face.  Burning lungs. His soft Tshirt chafing. One raw egg for breakfast (I know, yuck; thanks Rocky Balboa - what about salmonella????) Running through the finish line: 5K completed, done.

A very good day, money raised, and all about hope for other children.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

A Week Of Reflection, A Very Good Week

A week of reflection which was rather like an old black and white silent movie complete with pauses, subtitles and shaky cameras, special effects and dusty old things.

A week of neither blogging or resubmitting my book proposal with the chapter by chapter synopsis required.

A week of being awakened by playful kittens at four in the morning as they leap from my bed to windowsills and race in mad circles under my bed, becoming drowsy in the afternoon and letting time and intentions drift away.

A week of dreaming on ten or twenty essentials for fall 2010 yet wishing summer would come soon.

A week of taking unexpected pictures in random places.

Tavi Gevinson, The Style Rookie - Unpredictability and Yet Same Ol' Same Ol'

I was fixated by Tavi's speech, completely agreeing with her about Comme des Garcons of course as well as the reaches of technology. Tavi's awareness of the meaning of brands, scents, magazines, belonging is at a level that many rather well-known and successful heads of large businesses have trouble with. It's rather stunning to think of a girl dealing with middle school vice principal's of wear-this-or-don't speaking to gatherings who really do need to be attentive.

It would be wrong to refer to Tavi as precocious or look for a different label; she deserves to stand on her own.

There's technology and it's not going away. Wrestling with that balance of maintaining at least minimal levels of privacy and interacting globally is challenging. The lovely Wendy Brandes just blogged about the trouble with "Poodle" (link here); the comments are pretty provocative as well. Alexander McQueen is the perfect example - brilliant, theatrical shows that are archived at as fashion history, hover for details. Thinking about the global and instantaneous sharing of information, photos, videos and opinions on twitter and knowing that access will evolve to larger (lovely, lovely iPad) and faster (4G will probably seem as silly as dial up AOL does now).

I loved that Tavi sees a new democracy, less reliance on trends and more on that indie thing that understand the artistry of design and yet yearns to do it individually. From my own rather anachronistic overview, it's always been that. A bit of struggle to not reject certain things because of their identification, those It-bag logos, designer clothes strung together, obscene jewelry relying on precious and avoiding the finesse of design and craft. I rejected It-bags completely, even shuddering at the thought of luggage with initials. I've come to moderate terms with it, no longer willing to completely reject certain heritage things that are just fine, very fine. I fell in love with Guerlain's Shalimar in an elevator startled at its exotic and sultry fragrance when I was sixteen; it's still "my" perfume.

Remembering middle school, whether it's Tavi's or the idealized Lizzie McGuire version, is about accepting the drama kids, the geeks, the it-girls, the jocks, the math and debate kids, the awkward wallflowers and knowing that's a fair representation of the adult world they're headed to. I think Tavi's thoughts are discovered by every generation sometime in middle school: how to define yourself and that struggle to "be yourself" and yet "blend in." There's a language and rhythm to fashion and Tavi speaks it clearly, perhaps it's something that gets forgotten as one studies for their SAT's and then for their drivers license.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Greed Is Good and Everyone's Drinking The Same Kool-Aid

Twenty three years later, it seems that Greed Is Good is still serving the same Kool-Aid. Michael Douglas and Oliver Stone together again, each with new beautiful wives. 

October 19, 1987 (Black Monday), September 29, 2008 and Last Friday 2010: biggest point losses, biggest percentage losses, trillions of dollars lost or misplaced. One wonders if all that money really disappeared or if someone retrieved it.

I don't know what the lesson is here.

Frances Poulton: Third Year Fashion & Textile Student - Part Two

 ‘Illusions of Reality’

"My inspiration started with the eighteenth century and in particular Holkham Hall, where parts of the film ‘The Duchess’ was filmed. I was particularly drawn to the tapestries that were everywhere – even the guest bath room. I like how depth of clothing was conveyed through a flat surface. I also noticed how the ideas of drapery, and form were not only used in the curtains and soft furnishings, but replicated in the plasterwork and decorative features such as wall sconces and fireplaces.  I have taken this idea and created the illusion of texture and drape on a flat form. I also wanted to see whether the idea of tapestry would translate into a modern garment.

I think fashion is most interesting when there is a sense of humour mixed with feminine self assuredness. Whimsical humour is something I like to develop in my work. To create something that an individual will be intrigued and interested by. I would like someone to have fun wearing my clothes. The row upon row of jelly moulds in the kitchen amused me, and I have incorporated this motif in some of the garments."

Frances' vest is shown in progress and completed.

Frances Poulton: Third Year Fashion & Textile Student - Part One

Frances posted a picture of of her toiles neatly lined up on her blog (link here). And then photos showing the hand stitching of tapestry panels on her waistcoat (link here.) I asked whether she would let me blog about this with some of her pictures; the process of creation and the work process has always fascinated me. Her progress is too good to distill to a handful of photos and so this will be a small series, culminating in her class presentation.

I love this group of pictures showing the references and beginning, the detail of creation. 

It's a custom based in reality that designer notes included in press packages address the inspiration for the collection. Sometimes it's a look back or forward, sometimes it reflects a somber or exuberant mood, often the reference is ephemeral, just a hint of  China red or a cinched waist or a certain drape. The language of fashion is sometimes difficult to dissect or read. In the process there is respect and understanding, even kindness. The language of fashion is in the toile, the pins, the draping, the hand sewing, the cut.

Mixed into this is the discipline of a design course, an understanding of textiles and the presentation at the end of the school term. 

The beginning of fashion ...

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Riff ... or Raff ... Spam Lucky Winner Emails: WHY???

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Where do these come from and why? Are there people who actually riff through their Spam folders searching for the Nigerian prince who wants to share his Swiss bank account with someone, the Rolex watch at 39.99 and the Lucky Magic Ticket? I have glanced through my Spam and am not interested in magic weight losses, magic enlargement of anything, do not want intelligent and beautiful companions, not even diplomas from elite medical schools.
I delete my spam and trash nightly. I know Gmail will eventually do it for me  but it troubles me to have it as much as it would a stack of real mail of spam. 
I simply do not understand. By the quantity of spam deleted nightly, it would seem there are people riffling through their spam of the day and sending it right back to their inbox.  Or maybe there's just an errant flock of computers creating this and no one is in charge.
And why did this one go directly to my Inbox? 
I wish there were another option besides delete such as return to sender.  

Lady Dior: Lady Blue Shanghai, David Lynch, Marion Cotillard

"It holds the love." The poem was written by David Lynch and read by Ms. Cotillard; Steve Klein shot the campaign in Shanghai. She reads it softly before dancing with her bag amidst memories of earlier Christian Dior collections.

It's a beautiful thing.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Something Beautiful: Chad Attie "Snow White and Friends"

Sometimes you fall in love with an artist's work as I have with Mr. Attie's "ghosts of childhood." Imbued with myth and beauty and the magic of knowledge: art as poetry, kind and telling.

"Childhood imagery is an ever-evolving theme and an ongoing tension in all my work. The tension is a pivotal one between a powerful desire to return to the state of childhood innocence and the complicated impossibility of this desire, particularly in a world that seems increasingly post-innocent.

In my newest work, The Princess Paintings, I have tried to reinterpret the concept of the princess in children’s fairy tales.  The idea for these paintings came while reading fairy tales to my children; I was instantly struck by the violence and absurdity of the images and messages.  I found myself changing the content and language of stories as I read to them for fear of how they would react to the brutality and insensitivity.  Physically manipulating books of fairy tales seems like the perfect means of exploring the sadness, beauty and often shocking messages contained in these classic stories.  By using drill bits on the books and burning into the contents, I am attempting to explore the controversial themes and nature of these stories.  The consequently marred and altered princess figures more closely convey the deeper paradoxes put forward in these tales. Tattered princess dresses and gauged fairytale surroundings can been seen as a more realistic view of contemporary life experience."

Chad Attie "Snow White and Friends" Exhibition at Frank Pictures Gallery May 15 - June 16.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Givenchy, Riccardo Tisci and Images Not Fashion

Carine Roitfeld styled and Marcus Piggot with Mert Alas shot the campaign for fall 2010/11. Androgenized but there is the seduction and contradiction of red lipstick and pale skin. Rather than wanting white shirts or the tailleur in red, black and beige, the luscious shades of long hair held my attention. I'd thought it was a beauty shoot, perhaps for a new lipstick. The photography is so beautiful  but the message of Givenchy is lost on me, the motif of Mr. Tisci's collection sexuality. That his Brazilian assistant and sometime fit model, Lea T, is transgender and used as one of the models doesn't matter to me. That doesn't seem relevant in that she too is delicate and refined.

Loving the sensuality and moodiness but sad that a fashion shoot is not about fashion.  The House of Givenchy is not referenced and for just a moment I wondered if these were for the Gap.

Friday, May 7, 2010

About Mother's Day ... Possibilities

Sunday is Mother's Day. 

The bouquet grabbed from a pail at the market is bearable, breakfast and coffee in bed sort of obligatory and then brunch with the family, maybe a movie and popcorn. Nice, nice but ...

Thinking past the must-do's, a very subjective list.

Sleep as late as desired and maybe watch a stack of movies in bed, a thermos of good coffee on a tray

Every book on the New York Times best seller list neatly heaped in a basket or downloaded to her iPad with that fabulous keyboard

Hand written letters saying I love you

Control of the clicker all day

Happy Mother's Day written in sidewalk chalk

Consider ... flashmob.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Perspective on The Black Swan, Free-Falling and Apple

Black swans erupt with force, swooping, harming and sometimes departing equally abruptly. There was a Black Swan today in the stock market, malicious, powerful, swift and when the bell rang, One Trillion Dollars had disappeared. At its very apex, the most loved stock in the world, Apple, plunged under 200.00 where it was caught by traders clever enough to have not frozen during this dramatic, unneeded event. Apple recovered to an uneasy 240.00ish range before the bell rang. Dropping almost 9.2% and 1000 points to break old painful records, the market closed off its lows down over 3%. Waves of computerized trades, hedge funds blowing up, margin calls: desperate panic.

Droll facts that fail to convey the picture of sudden terror - had there been a terrorist attack or even something more unspeakable, the absolute elation of traders that have gone to the dark side of selling the market and stocks short, frustration and anger as orders to buy or sell went unfilled in a system overwhelmed at moments by pulsing volume. Memories of the last few years and the plunder of bank accounts playing against a Greek drama that may be spreading to Portugal and Spain, something about the dollar and the Euro which would make a trip to those troubled countries much easier.

Confidence shaken, dollars missing and you know some people were convinced that they should be all in and on margin. Leverage which is such a good thing on the way up but oh so hard when that stops working.

Madoff's and gurus and fortune cookies come and they go, leaving trails of broken promises and bruised bank accounts.  Maybe this will never happen again and the market will go vertical for years. That would be really, really nice. But just in case there's another black swan, it's probably a good idea to learn about risk management, placing stops on your stocks. On a free-falling day, getting out before the bottom is a good thing.

I watched in disbelief, unable to either sell the moment the ravaging began and frozen at the bottom, not sure that was the bottom.  Logic and machine selling and now the rest of the world's markets are open and spitting out a sea of red.

Rene Caovilla : Very Beautiful Shoes But ...

These shoes are on sale and are very, very beautiful. The top shoe, the satin rose high heel with the signature wrap around, was 1,450.00 and is on sale for 1,015.00. The flat sandal version was 1,095.00 and is now 766.50. The black satin platform high heel with the rose and leaf was 1,050.00, reduced to 735.00. The matching flat sandal was 895.00 now down to 626.50. The link to the Caovilla website is here.

I'm sort of conflicted about these prices. The Caovilla shoes are painstakingly crafted; that's absolutely apparent. They are about as beautiful as shoes can be and yet ... these are simply beautiful shoes that are very spendy at half the price. Not bespoke, good hand finishing but not handmade. 

It's such a mixed up moment for fashion with Target struggling to compete and doing designer clothes down low but giving them red carpet openings, celebrities and flash bulbs. There's been the lament that Haute Couture is dying for years and finally it is simply wilting under the threshold of impatience and

I felt rather puzzled leafing through Bazaar's May issue with its Fabulous at Every Age feature showing a Ralph Lauren straw bag at 1,495.00; it was simply a nice version of the classic Moroccan market basket and a very questionable intrinsic value . I was completely taken aback by the Herve Leger by Max Azria swimsuit on the same page with a 1,700.00 retail.

I've never been apologetic about the price of a great bag, very good shoes, fabulous accessories and never even looked at the price of a bathing suit. But I think after the last couple of years, the intrinsic value matters.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Scruples, Sleeping Kittens and Shopping

"Shopping has become a form of entertainment, Billy, whether you like it or not. A visit to Scruples is just not fun and your potential customers demand fun from the stores they visit. You can even go all the way and call it the Disneyland concept of retailing."

My kittens disdainfully pushed a few books to the floor in unison to curl up for a delicious catnap. Judith Krantz's Scruples was amongst the dislodged books and so I settled for skimming the yellowing pages, stopping to see that it had been released in 1979. I quickly realized that a book filled with characters "dithering with rapture" and dripping with "Chloe, Zandra Rhodes, Thea Porter" could no more be rushed than the production of a bittersweet chocolate souffle with a dollop of freshly whipped heavy cream. Billy did change Scruples into the world's most seductive, inviting store, "chockablock" with heaps of temptations and fun. It only took millions and a few chapters to accomplish.

Slapping a little lipstick on the last couple of years, dusting off the memories of 401K statements so frightening they were immediately stuffed unopened into drawers with quivering fingers, crumpling newspapers with unemployment headlines and now there is a pent-up need to shop and nothing is better than a new pair of shoes, a pretty floral print skirt, an armload of shocking pink bracelets and off to Scruples. If only ...

The big bookstores do try with comfy armchairs and Starbucks near the magazines but they seem to have trained their staff to hide from the customers. If you do trap a salesperson (is it sales associate now?) they turn to their computer to check stock on the book, tell you that it's out of stock but available on line and cheaper than it would be in the store. Hmmmm, cheaper on line and not stocked in the store.

It's become so easy to shop online for almost everything. and carry almost every designer, do deep end of season discounts and is always there. So many stores have shops online, offer free shipping and easy breezy returns, send little notes when something you want comes in and thank you for your order. Hautelook, Gilt and now eBay have designer things in season with slashed prices or special groups.

It's not Disneyland, no. I wonder what Ms. Krantz makes of this moment. I would so love to dither with rapture.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Something Beautiful: Dawn Clements at Acme Gallery, Los Angeles

Dawn Clements, Homesick, is in the front room at Acme Gallery in Los Angeles until May 30.

Gouache intricate patterns and designs with scribbles penciled, faint moments remaining. Patterns and colors and small cluttered places that should be familiar but are suddenly revealing of things not remembered.

“They are places, no matter how beautiful and wonderful they may appear, that are incarcerating of all these characters. The doors may be unlocked, but somehow the women can’t walk out the door.”

Her work is large in scale and intimate, interior in all ways. Her work in currently on view at the Whitney Biennial as well. I only wish it were on view on my walls: I have gotten lost staring at the small details on a large scale.

Acme Gallery Los Angeles link here.
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