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You're dead to me, kid.
You're dead to me, kid.
Monika Jagaciak is the belle du jour.
(Yawn.)
Wang has a formula...and honestly? It works every time (with subtle changes of course). The collection was all hardcore nineties minimalism (vet models included!) with an aggressive, downtown edge. It wasn't pretty, but that's not to say it wasn't desirable.
Joseph Altuzarra is the new kid in town. He's worked for Proenza and Givenchy, but his debut solo effort exuded something all it's own. His separates and cocktail dresses were minimal and futurist, but also undeniably sexy. His work with draping was also subtly innovative. This is restraint that translates, and I can't wait to see more.
Carolina's collection made me just so happy. You can't help but think of the woman herself when you think of the Carolina Herrera brand, and I could just feel that knowing aura of aristocracy she exudes when taking in her gorgeous effort for fall. The fabrics were impossibly lush, and there was also an expert mix of debutante and matron in terms of the silhouettes. Call it the bourgeoisie in me, but this sort of assured maximalism is something I live for.
Move aside. Donna Karen's Office Dominatrix is back witha a vengeance, and you're not worth her time. Back to the coffee machine!
Brooding, sleek, sensuous...and wearable? Miss Chung surprised me with a chic black and white collection that is, above all else, extremely covetable.
Okay, yeah, I know, right? Hervé Leger. Cut it some slack! This was brazenly sexual...but with a conscience. Azria used colors (earthtones!), textures (braiding?!), and shapes (uni-shoulder pads?!?!) that one would seldom associate with all the Hollywood, form-fitting va-va-voom that the brand entails. Hot.
Oh, the Hutsons. How do I love thee! The husband and wife duo's new line (formerly known as Daughters) hit all my soft spots. The color palette was dank, but chic dank (there IS such a thing, mind you). The materials were intensely luxurious and the silhouettes smart, retro, and very Parisian. What's not to love? I hope they never let the pressures of womenswear (they formerly did only mens) hinder their panache for tailoring.
This was a surprise. Most of the time, I almost like Kors, but this collection really resonnated. It was similar to Donna Karan in that it was all about what Kors refered to as "pragmatic luxury", and definitely evoked a powerful, wealthy woman. However, all this practicality had a large dosage of fun to counter it. Three acid-colored fur chubbies felt, rather than perverse, exuberant and daring. The man makes beautiful clothes, but his true dedication to America's jetset is what really shines through and appeals.
Call him stuffy and call him old guard, but ODLR knows what he's doing. While some of his designs verge on the dated, his color palette, craftmanship, and dedication to the world's womwn of distinction are what make his collections seem not only appropriate, but also quite beautiful. This yellow piece is a sculptural knockout, and this rich color sensibility with accents of gold carried itself throughout the entire collection. The discreet charm of the bourgeoisie gone bold.
I don't think I could really ever truly hate a Rodarte collection, just because I love THE MULLEAVYS so much. The boots were a bit silly, but the frocks and jackets are what made this ethereal, organic collection work. The sillhouette for the dresses (short and sexy) was a tad too rigorous, but the intrigueing marbled fabrics that they were constructed from elevated something potentially tarty to a higher ground of intellectualism. The knit fringing on the jackets was delightfully barbaric. I was reminded of Björk's Homogenic, if you were looking for a reference point. (PSH.)
Give Poshies some credit, okay? Or at least her deign team. It was well-made. It was chic. It was cutting edge. It was (mostly) classy. I'm telling you, HER collection was better than some of our fashion vets'...and I kid you not.
She's British nobility...literally. She was the first model to catch my eye, way back when.
Humans aren't supposed to look like this. I love it.
She's incredibly eerie for some reason...and I still haven't a clue what her ehtnicity is. So intriguing.
She embodies all things expensive...and carries off Galliano makeup like no other.
She's 26. She's also Indian...not to mention smart as hell. Exemplary.
Androgyny and sexiness coexisting to a superlative.
She's looks like some vampy cartoon...it shouldn't work...but it does.
I care not what you say. She is an excellent model with tangible personality...albeit a shitty celebrity.
The redhead editorial queen of yesterday!
The redhead runway queen of tomorrow!
Sessiee's got sass...and isn't afraid to be a little old school in editorials. She also just HAPPENS to be dating Kanye.
Fuck, she is sexy.
She looks delciously evil...and is limitlessly versatile. I love the sharpness of her face.
$$$
You can slice carrots with those cheekbones.
Unrivaled on print. Inimitable robo-amazon!
The shape of her face...her pale, pale skin. She exudes melancholy, and it's inspiring.
She is vastly, vastly underrated: an androgynous English rose...a modern Elizabeth! Alexander McQueen, why can't everyone else think like you do?
Her face is a miracle. The lips, the cheekbones, the nose...plus a killer body? She is a baroque painting. If someone gave me a lump of clay and asked me to sculpt the ideal face, this'd be it.
Lara is epic in every way. Her body is perfect, in my opinion. And her lips, her teeth! Her face is the sublime synthesis of old-world glamor and cutting edge, bitchy futurism. Yes, she has curves. Yes, she has wonky teeth. She just doesn't give a fuck! And she still books jobs! And campaigns! Vogue Paris is dedicating their next issue to her! Go Lara!






















