Showing posts with label Daphne Guinness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daphne Guinness. Show all posts

Friday, January 18, 2013

Awkward Accolades

Award shows have always confused me. Receiving an accolade is always awkward for at least one of the two parties involved: it's either the humble and modest accepter who is discomforted by the prospect of having to acknowledge their talent, or the audience who has to bear listening to an egotist thanking a long list of people not because they really appreciate their help, but just to make sure everyone knows how many friends they have. I don't know what idiot created the concept of an award show, but they are most definitely imbecilic. Needless to say, I don't watch these programs. The only one I ever watch is the Oscars, mostly because I appreciate good acting and not all movies from this century suck. The Emmys, the SAGs, the Grammys, the VMAs, the Peoples Choice, the Country Musics, the Electropopnotica Hispanic Discos, none of that nonsense goes on inside my house or my brain. There is one exception to this rule of sorts, and its existence stems merely from my love of--you guessed it--fashion. 

You may recall my Chictopia article about the Golden Globes last year, in which I articulated through the use of bolded text my aversion to award shows, but watched them anyway against my will (and really for no reason). I didn't fall into that evil trap this year, but this Monday morning I found myself eating breakfast at 10 am at my dining room table (the only perk of having midterms this week was that I got to sleep a few extra hours one day. Whoopee.) and being urged by several emails in my inbox to 'check out what the stars wore to the biggest award show of the season,' or some absurdity like that. Maybe it was because it was my brain was fried from a weekend chock full of studying the history of the entire world, or maybe it was because the yogurt I was eating was making my tongue tingle and was probably expired, but something told me to go to Harper's Bazaar's website and look at the red carpet looks. So I did it. Call me a crazy, impulsive teenager. To my complacent surprise, there were actually very few dresses that I liked. That sort of served as validation for my antipathy to award ceremonies, like, "Yeah, they don't even dress that well either, so there, media!" Only a few ensembles caught my eye. There were just too many mermaid-silhouette dresses, strapless numbers, super-form-fitting gowns, and an all-around lack of individuality. I clicked through photo after photo and found myself seeing the same dresses over and over. What happened to originality?? Where did it go? Where's the spunk? The spark? It felt like everyone was only dressing themselves in order to show off their bodies, which is totally fine, but that's not the whole point of clothing. Doing that is almost like doing a disservice to your body. You can wear so many bangin' things, so why limit yourself just because you want people to see your mega awesome abdomen? Yes, Megan Fox, we know you are a sex goddess, but being a sex goddess is just so much more fun for everybody if you look like you're having fun while oozing venereal appeal. Dressing oneself is an experimental process, not a monotonous one. I actually had a moment of realization yesterday morning while walking to school that every day is like a new adventure--not in the conventional sense that each day has many opportunities to do new things (mainly because going to school every day rarely yields "new" experiences), but that one has a chance to wear something different. And that's pretty exciting. That being said, let's take a look at who actually took those chances and wore something new and exciting and different. Notice how most of them are some of my favorite women (see: Anne Hathaway, Marion Cotillard, etcetera). 

[Photos via Harper's Bazaar.]

Marion Cotillard in Dior

I guess orange is still going strong. Props to my girl Marion for being bold enough to wear tangerine on the red carpet. It's actually very flattering, and her simple hair and makeup remind me why a) she's a fuqin' awesome lady and b) why she is the face of Dior. 

Lucy Liu in Carolina Herrera

I know nothing about Lucy Liu except that she seriously knows how to dress herself. That Carolina Herrera dress is like a garden made specifically for happy fairies drinking strawberry milk, or something. And it has pockets. 'Nuff said. 

Anne Hathaway in Chanel

Anne Hathaway, my beautiful queen!! She gets two exclamation points! In addition to being a remarkably talented actress and singer, she has joined the short hair club (among the ranks of Emma Watson, Lena Dunham, Michelle Williams, and others) and rocks the socks off of it like no other. Anne has always been a well-dressed woman, but now that she looks more like Saskia de Brauw, it only makes sense that a higher volume of Chanel would have to exist in her life.

Zooey Deschanel in Oscar de la Renta

Zooey is the definition of quirky. She nearly blended in with the red carpet at the Golden Globes, it would seem, and it even looks like her dress is opposing gravity and tilting the wrong way. Zooey just has that power over the universe. 

Julianne Hough in Monique Lhullier

I'm pretty sure Julianne Hough was in a Proactiv commercial a few years ago and was also on Dancing With the Stars. Who would have thunk that she'd turn up on the red carpet in a sparkly glitter princess gown? Fan-cee!

Nicole Kidman in Alexander McQueen

Nicole Kidman was on the cover of Harper's Bazaar a few months ago, so I learned all about her life. Obviously, because a magazine told me that she's awesome, it must be true. Whether she's actually cool or not, anyone wearing Alexander McQueen that isn't Daphne Guinness deserves to be recognized as no less (Daphne is excluded because her and McQueen clothing are essentially one being, anyway).

If you happen to be dressing for a red carpet event such as, say, the Academy Awards, take a tip from the above laydeez and have a really good time dressing yourself. If you look like you're having a blast, people will wonder what you're on if you're just standing there looking all cheery (see: Nicole Kidman, above), and slowly realize that, oh, it's because she has on a unique dress that totally exemplifies her personality and idiosyncratic qualities!

Enjoy your weekend, friends! I've officially finished my first semester. Imagine me doing a very dramatic tribal dance fused with ballet and jump roping, and that is what my brain is doing right now.


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Let the Games Begin

Twice a year, every year, fashion junkies to magazine editors and everyone in between emerge from their respective corners of society and congregate in the name of fashion. The occasion means something different for everyone. For some, it is a way to get seen. For others, it is a way to get heard. No matter who it is, though, these people share a mutual appreciation for an art form as timeless and controversial as history itself. Fashion Week is a "shining beacon of hope," in the words of Nigel from The Devil Wears Prada, for those who can only see their dreams come to fruition with their eyes closed.

Three years ago, Vogue and the Council of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA) created the ultimate global event to alert the world of fashion's boundless influence. Fashion's Night Out is one of the only successful methods I have seen of blurring the line between the fashion world and the real world. Despite the fact that I feel that the night's festivities have become more exclusive and inaccessible for the average person to enjoy to its fullest capacity, it's easy to get lucky--or know exactly where to go--and have an unforgettable experience. Last year, I met some of my and the world's favorite bloggers, designers, and icons. At the time, I had no idea that the Man Repeller would know who I am after a few months, or that I would meet up with Emily Weiss for tea one day after school. Perhaps in the future I will get to know Jason Wu. But for now, I am on the path to forging relationships (I dream big, guys, you know that. Go big or go home. Isn't that the NASCAR tagline or something? Or just the motto of the southern United States?) with people I see daily on my computer screen and covering the pages of magazines. As a friend put it the other day, "It's not fair. I only get to see these people on Hulu and you get to meet them." If we're talking fairness, I don't know if I can agree with him on that. But I try to remember everyday what this blog and Fashion Week have done for me. The shows I see in the tents (and online) are about the seamless amalgamation of artistry, commerce, cult-like obsession, subjective beauty, and evolution. At least that's how I see it. For me, Fashion Week reminds me that this is all real.

When I saw Anna Dello Russo standing a few feet in front of me on 5th Avenue on Thursday night, I freaked out. I have pictures of her saved on my laptop. I've watched her every sartorial move (take that lightly, I'm not a stalker, just an avid street style follower) since I first saw her on Harper's Bazaar's website god-knows-when. She is a modern fashion icon among the ranks of Daphne Guinness and their slightly elderly fellow fashion devotee Iris Apfel. When she turned around and I saw her face and heard her speaking rapidly in Italian, I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening. Incidentally, I was on the phone and my camera was in my backpack, so I just started shout-whispering profanities at my friend on the other line and my mom who was standing next to me. I thrust the phone into her hand, and, by my mother's urging nonetheless, bolted (safely, always wait for the walk light, kiddies) across the street to stalk her like there was no tomorrow. Consider her thoroughly paparazzi'd. It was crazy how she seemed totally unfazed by me getting up so close with my flashbulb going off all over the place. She's used to it.

That was my Fashion's Night Out. Photographic documentation can be found below.

[Photos by me.]

La mère sippin' free champagne and livin' it up. Pinkies out! 

I had to take a picture of this girl's shirt. It was too good to pass up. Whoever created it is a genius. 

Miss Dello Russo herself, rocking what I originally assumed was Versace, but I am unsure of what she's actually wearing. Beauty, that's what. 
[EDIT: it is Versace.]

That is one hefty cut-out, wouldn't you say?

And she's still here! She was probably telling all of her Italian friends what a creep I am. That's why that guy was laughing in the first picture of her. 

Fashion Week and the beginning of sophomore year are a horrid mix, in case you ever thought the combination could work harmoniously. I won't give you any of the details of my troubles because they'll just making me sound terribly ungrateful and snooty. That's not what the vibe is about.

In the past two days alone, I've had awesome interactions with some of my favorite bloggers from all ova da place who knew who I am, like Stacey Belko of Devorelebeaumonstre, Nadia Sarwar of FrouFrouu, and Claire Geist of De Lune. I attended my first show of the season on Friday night, Erin Barr. It was an awesome presentation that I will be sharing with you when time permits. I won't be as consistent with my Fashion Week updates as last season because it is the first week of school, but it will be up eventually. As stressful as everything is, I've just got to remember, as my friend Elly has taught me, "I-i-i-i-i--inner peace."

If you're in New York, all eyes/lenses are on us.


Sunday, November 6, 2011

Daphne Guinness

You may remember how I went to the Daphne Guinness exhibit at the Fashion Institute of Technology (aka my second home) last week. It was one of the best exhibits I've been to in a while. Not like I go to museums all that often. So basically it was just a darn good exhibit. It's so different to see designer's clothing in pictures than to see them in real life--it's so much more powerful. You can see the intricate beadwork and the perfect seams and all that fancy stuff that you can't fully appreciate in a photograph. That's why the pictures below are not going to do the clothing any justice, but maybe it will entice you enough to go see the pieces in real life. I'm going to go at least once more, maybe twice. It's also free (phr33), so there's no reason to not go.

Here's an excerpt from the the information page about the exhibit taken from FIT's website:

"While there have been many exhibitions devoted to great fashion designers, only a few have focused on individual women of style. Yet certain singular women play a crucial role in fashion.  Known as fashion or style icons, they are a special type of fashion insider, one who not only inspires designers and brings their clothes to life, but actually creates a look that affects the way other people dress and/or think about dressing. 


Daphne Guinness, one of today’s most original fashion icons, is the subject of the upcoming exhibition Daphne Guinness at The Museum at FIT. Opening on September 16, 2011 and on view through January 7, 2012, the exhibition will feature approximately 100 garments and accessories from Guinness’s personal collection, plus films, videos, and images, of and by her.

From her platinum-and-black striped hair to her towering 10-inch heels, from her to-die-for couture collection to her amazing jewelry, Daphne Guinness completely embodies the rarified personal style of a fashion icon. “She is one of the – if not the – most stylish women living,” says designer and film director Tom Ford. Her fans in the blogosphere describe her as “the ultimate fashion fantasy.”

Although Guinness has inspired some of the world’s greatest couturiers – from Karl Lagerfeld to Valentino – she says that she is “not a muse,” but more like “a bee” flitting from one designer to another. This is proven by the array of designers whose work will be on display. A close friend of the late Alexander McQueen, the exhibition will include more than two dozen McQueen garments which have never been displayed. Also featured will be extraordinary haute couture from Chanel, Dior, Givenchy, Lacroix, and Valentino, as well as demi-couture by Azzedine Alaia, Dolce & Gabbana, and Rick Owens, and futuristic styles by young designers such as Gareth Pugh. Clothes that Guinness has designed herself will show her love of uniforms."

And below are a selection of photos from the exhibit: (Note: prepare to have your mind blown)

(Photos courtesy of New York Magazine and PopSugar)

Catsuit and cape by Alexander McQueen

Boots by Alexander McQueen

Coat by Christian Lacroix

Shoe by Alexander McQueen

Heel-less platforms by Nina Ricci

Ensembles from the "Dandyism" section of the exhibition

Ensembles from the "Exoticism" section of the exhibition (the kimono dress on the right is by Alexander McQueen for Givenchy)

Boots by Alexander McQueen

Dress by Christian Lacroix and jacket by Alexander McQueen

Dress and hooded coat by Gareth Pugh

If you are not in awe you are not human. Kidding.

It makes me feel a pang of regret for not getting to see the McQueen exhibit at the Met.

Just imagine how incredible these clothes are in person. Worth taking a trip to 27th Street and 7th Avenue for? I'd say yes. If you're in New York, do it. You won't regret it, I pwomise.

By the way, I saw Daniel Radcliffe in "How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying" last night on Broadway, and it didn't hit me that the man who represents my childhood was in the same room as me until he spoke British at the end. I almost died. Lola can testify.