Showing posts with label style icon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label style icon. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Daphne Guinness, My Hero


It's been three years since Isabella Blow’s death, and it was recently decided that her entire wardrobe would be auctioned off by Christies in order to raise funds to pay off all her debts. Her fashion archive includes some of John Galliano’s early work, pieces by Hussein Chalayan and Giles Deacon and over fifty hats by Philip Treacy. Alexander McQueen makes up for the largest portion of her collection, consisting of well over ninety of his outfits.


While it's understandable that Isabella's debt's have put her family in a financially strenuous situation, the notion of this auction was still completely horrifying to me. The idea that her life's collection (her life's work in essence) would be picked through and spread thin amongst who know how many people was unsettling. To clarify, I never knew her, but was a huge admirer of everything she did and stood for. In my teens I'd scour news stands looking for photos of what ensembles she'd put together and articles on people and designers she thought were note worthy. Those who didn't follow Isabella's life and career wouldn't understand the issue with this type of auction.

So in mid June when I read that Daphne Guinness had put a stop to the sale and purchased Isabella's entire collection her self, a sense of relief came over me. Daphne being a very close, old friend of Isabella's understood the urgency of the situation better then any living person could. “The auction would not be merely a sale of clothes; it would be a sale of what was left of Issie, and the carrion crows would gather and take away her essence forever. It needs to be kept whole, it is like a diary, a journey of a life, and a living embodiment of the dearest, most extraordinary friend.”

On July 3rd, Daphne wrote an article for the Financial Times explaining in depth why she had to call the auction off. It is a must read in my opinion.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Incomparable Armen Ra


Chic. Haunting. Glamorous.
Those are just a few words I use to describe my dear friend Armen.
photos via Tim Palen

In addition to being the hottest ghoul in school, Armen also plays the theremin...FLAWLESSLY I might add.




His debut album was just released and it is truly breathtaking. It features many of the works of composer Komitas Vardapet as translated by Armen, via the theremin.


I highly recommend you pay a visit to his new website and familiarize your self with all things Armen Ra.

You can buy the CD directly from his site, or below at
iTunes or Amazon


Friday, March 26, 2010

Me in 30 Years, if I'm Lucky

The Inside Source (eBay's on-line magazine) has recently posted the first of a four-part series featuring one of my style icons, Lynn Yaeger.


The interview starts with Lynn walking us through her daily regimen:

"Here is what I do every single morning, in between teeth-brushing and waiting for the coffee to boil: I turn on my laptop and type “baby locket” into eBay. This is followed by “baby brooch” and then either “sweater 1930-46 (Depression, WWII)” or “antique enamel charm bracelet” or “Becassine doll." I do this because I am an avid, some would argue rabid collector, with a shifting catalog of enthusiasms that at the moment includes vintage cardigans and 1920s bracelets; rag dolls meant to resemble French cartoon characters (the aforementioned Becassine dolls} and Victorian children’s jewelry—the rarer, the more elusive, the less findable, the better."

"Why am I searching the four corners of the earth for this old stuff? How is it that these links with the past, these talismans from another time, exert such a powerful pull on my imagination? I can’t pretend to know, but of one thing I am certain: I am not alone in my passions. Plenty of other people—people with excellent jobs, people who are in many cases at least semi-famous—collect all kinds of weird stuff too, though thankfully for me, it isn’t usually Gallic comic strip dolls or shabby reindeer sweaters."

Being that I'm a avid collector of varying objects (ranging from vintage taxidermy to antique catechism photos, secret society memorabilia to fake food, hair jewelry to all things snail related), it was a real treat to take a glimpse inside the mind (and home!) of a fellow collector, not to mention someone who I already have a great amount of respect and appreciation for.


I can't wait to see what she has in store for her next three posts!
You can read the entire interview here.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Amazing Grace


She performed at the Hollywood Bowl last night and I missed it. I'd known about the show for months but completely forgot until my friend called to let me know she was stuck in Highland traffic due to her performance.

I can't even begin to articulate what a huge inspiration Grace has been for me over the years. She hands down has the most vicious style I have ever seen in any artist of my time.

(V Magazine)

I'm devastated that I missed her. A close friend tells me she'll be back and that this was a sort of mini teaser tour. I certainly hope so because judging by photos and write up's, it was spectacular.

And this is why I fucking LOVE youtube. I know it pales in comparison to the real thing, but at least I can live vicariously through the audiences' shitty camera phone clips.

Her opening song "This is the Life" was performed completely covered in a silver lame sheath only to reveal her INSANE AMAZING zebra-like ensemble at 4:50. 




And altough the sound is shit, cover of Roxy Musics "Love is the Drug" is brilliant.



WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THAT OUTFIT?!?

Philip Treacy and Eiko Ishioka KILLED IT with the hats and costumes. I can't even get into my undying love for both Philip and Eiko's work right now, let alone the reality that Grace Fucking Jones rocked them both for her entire tour. What a dream!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Girl you know its true, I Love You.


You are the tart with the cart, the floozie in my jacuzzi,
the stiletto in my ghetto, the erection at my intersection.