In order of appearance:
Modigliani's Portrait of Jeanne Hébuterne

Brueghel's Flowers in a Vase

Schiele's Blonde sketch, 1912

Claude Monet in his garden

Still of Christina Ricci in Vincent Gallo's Buffalo '66

Still from Dogtooth

Jil Sander pants (season?)

Still from Stan Brakhage's A Child's Garden and the Serious Sea

Reality Bites promo shot (can we talk about J Garofalo's outfit for a second)

Another still from Buffalo '66

Still from a Jonas Mekas film (Walden, I think)

Excerpt from An Object of Beauty via

Own shot

Source unknown (kick ass outfits though)

Frida Gustavsson via

Robert Frank's Home Improvements

William Faulkner wearing a very desirable tweed blazer (*the elbows*)

Broadcast's tune Corporeal (long live Trish Keenan)

+ what I wore today - Old Navy red plaid blouse, H&M cream wool-y cardigan, thrifted skirt/belt/brooch

Today's outfit, then inspiration. Photographs I've hoarded mainly from Tumblr (major credit to Cotonblanc). Not in the mood to write today. On the bright side, pretty pictures are better than rants, no?

Also dyed the bottom half of my hair blue. It's fading out now unfortunately.

Everything is thrifted but the sheer top with lace trims which is from H&M, and the leather jacket which is from Forever 21.

Moving on....

Viktor and Rolf 1993 Hyeres.

Mary Katrantzou Spring/Summer 2009. This dress reminds me so much of the Space Sequence from Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey. Photo via Style.com.

John Hughes' Pretty in Pink. The only thing that is relevant is Duckie's outfit.

Balenciaga by Nicolas Ghesquiere Spring/Summer 2009. I have so much reverence for this dress, you have no idea.

Rick Owens' wife, Michele Lamy, and her incredible ink stained fingers. Photo via Jak & Jil. 

Jil Sander Spring/Summer 2000. Photograph by Mario Sorrenti. Just realized the model and I basically have the same hair. Not the same dress though. :(

CdG Spring 2000 explosive cotton candy hair do. Photograph via Style.com.

I believe these are both via The Sartorialist. These ladies sure know how to colour coordinate.

Alexander McQueen's chess piece collection, Spring/Summer 2005. 

An Egon Schiele work and a 1972 Eaton's catalogue (or more specifically, that coat.)

Lee Alexander McQueen.

My head and heart and body hurts so much right now. 

A man who’s work has had such a profound effect on me is just gone? I still can’t come to terms with this.

To apply the term "exceptional" to his work is demeaning and arbitrary. His work surpassed the exceptional, went beyond the contemporary vision. He formulated bodies of work (through his multiple collections) pieces that were heard of not only tangibly but conceptually. Of course an idea is one thing, but to execute it in an objective space and then excel above the concept is a rarity in the societal era of the tedious and indolent. His execution, his designs, his artistic demeanor, his heart and soul were the epitome of brilliance, not only within fashion but within modern art. He was fearless. He challenged himself each season and when doubts as if he could surpass his previous collection(s) were raised by viewers and critics alike he shot those uncertainties in the face with a sawed off shot gun. There was no climax of McQueen's career for each new collection was it's own climax. He was this climatic entity that never ceased to amaze. 

His work was one of the reasons I'm this passionate about clothes today. I feel like I lost a teacher, a friend who I could rely on to keep me inspired with every collection, and I would still maintain this inspiration for months and months until he released his next brilliant collection of clothing. The fact that I no longer have this is like someone ripped a piece from this passion and fed it to dogs.

I'm not reading this back because I'm incapable at the moment.

I'm just going to return to going through his archives and crying until my eyes are dry.

Earlier today I was going through halloween pictures from last month where I was a Russian. How was I a Russian do you ask? I think this calls for a FASHEMATICS MOMENT: fur hat + wine red lipstick + vintage white button up blouse with epic gold shouldered sequins. Only one person knew what I was, it was borderline depressing. But nevertheless, I'm not here to talk about unprepared halloween costumes, I'm here about Vogue Russia, Ranya Mordanova, Tom Munro, and delectable couture.

Fashion Gone Rogue sums it by stating that "under the eye of fashion director Simon Robins, Russian Vogue showcases some of the best couture pieces in their November issue. Photographed by Tom Munro, Ranya Mordanova wears looks by Givenchy, Chanel and Versace in one lush spread." 

To be honest the Russian outfit was intentional, minimal, and totally prepared... I just wanted to be someone who can do no wrong for halloween.

(via fashiongonerogue)

Hanna Hedman or the Jewelry God

I'm going to make this a quick post because I'm so tired and rambling won't help, but I felt the urge to post about Hanna Hedman's work. I was (and still am to be frankly honest) this heap of naivete when it comes to jewelry since I barely own any pieces and when I do I somehow get around to losing them. Thus I gave up. Ever since I heard about the jewelry crafting course my school is offering however I've grown more intrigued, but from seeing it more as an art. For example, there is a student work of a sculpted human thumb on the end of a necklace that I read about recently. It's concept is linked back to childish attachment, and as a fan of conceptual art I was so totally for this piece of jewelry. The only thing was that it was not aesthetically appealing. When linking it to fashion, aesthetics is a necessity, otherwise the contrast is inexistent. This is where Hanna's work comes in; she seems to have encountered, in obvious succession, that bridge between both the fashion and the art world when it comes to jewelry.

Born in Stockholm (those Swedes man, I'm telling yah), Hanna Hedman creates these beyond massive pieces that hang heavily around the model's neck. Although these individuals may appear to seem at ease, the chains are made of basic metallic compounds, such as silver, bronze, and copper; compounds that are known to carry with them a sturdy amount of weight, especially when added together. However, the models relaxed stances coincide with the beauty of the formal elements; intricate designs evoking ethereal impressions. 

Hedman apparently cites "human weakness and underlying defense mechanisms" as an inspiration, and the subjective matter also coincides with what we see - this big "shu-shunk" collection of jewelry, made of what typically sculptures or other technological artworks are made of. Here, she brings together fashion and art by bringing aesthetic appeal in what we consider a mechanical piece that is often shunned any beholder's eye. I mean, who thinks a big metal slab of copper is gorgeous? Not a lot of people. Yet her jewelry makes us think differently. It is the shape and form of what she has created that makes us contradict the conventions of beauty. She's actually one of the main reasons I want to go and drown myself in a tub full of jewelry and jewelry only.

This website is amazing if you want to view her work almost entirely, though I'd suggest googling some of her work - there are some obscenely large photos of her works where you can see the intricacies extremely well. And look! Even birdnest Gaga applauds this bitch. Now you know she's legit.

...and there goes my promise for a quick post.

(Hedman model photo via laufstag)

You're probably wondering why I haven't posted any outfit posts yet, as promised. I left my camera back in my hometown when I went to visit several weeks prior (excuses excuses!) but I'm excited to start documenting outfit posts on the reg because I'm so ~inspired. Just wish I had money. Or those black biker Jimmy Choo for H&M's I so desperately desire. Or just about every jizztastic article of clothing I have tried on and not been able to buy due to being a silly broke ass university student. Things will change come christmas break though, I can sense a vintage binge coming on. Speaking of christmas break, three and half weeks, bitches. Then finally I will be done with this semester. Or in the english language, hell. But now I'll abruptly stop writing and introduce another inspiration post extravaganza. With explanations (you actually thought I was going to stop talking? bitch plz)

The first two pictures smell like what epic would if there was a scent for it. First we have Ann Demeulemeester on June 21st, 1998. Second, a Lina Scheynius photo of Vivienne Westwood. The bright orange hair and the forest green sweater complement each other so well. Makes me want to dye my hair a colour that will blind people. Don't think I'd be able to pull it off as well as her though.

 

Jak and Jill photos of Chloe and Ann Demeulemeester shoes, respectively.


The following two I found in the abyss of my harddrive, too essential not to post. I need both of these in my interior living life immediately.

A Matheus Chiaratti photo. Love the colour contrast and perfect angle.

PJ Harvey during her recent White Chalk days. I've been watching this video on daily basis for weeks though. Gotta love her during Rid of Me.

Natasha Khan of Bat for Lashes in Fader Magazine earlier this year. She's inspired me in more ways than one. Not to mention she pulls off those eccentric, gorgeous headdresses as if they were ballcaps.

Man oh man oh man. Björk during the Volta tour. I can not even begin to describe how much solace I've derived from her music. Her performances are on a whole other level completely; she reminds us common folks what it feels like to be inferior. In this photo, she was in midst of completing 18 month world-wide tour for her most recent album some time in 2007. I really suggest going out and getting the Volta Live in Paris DVD, but if you suck you can watch it on Youtube (first song from disc). She is beyond words and has been my ultimate inspiration for as long as I can remember. Even just googling this bitch under the Images tab will make you weep.

This is a photo by renowned photographer Phillipe Halsman from In Voluptas Mors, a collaboration with the surreal artist Salvador Dali. It is a series of multiple human bodies taking the form of a skull. I love both Dali and skulls, not to mention Halsman's portraits of iconic celebrities, so I'm inevitably fascinated by this piece. Oh, and a pop culture tidbit for yah: it was also on the Silence of the Lambs movie poster. The one where Anthony Hopkins is a cannibal and says Clarice like a pedophile and Jodie Foster acts badly in. Horribly. Don't care how great you thought Panic Room was, if there was dislike button to her acting career I would click it so hard.

Mia Wallace. Uma Thurman. Quentin Tarantino. Pulp Fiction. Iconic two word phrases that are recognized almost instantly and for a good reason. I think I've broken my tape of this movie from rewinding and playing it so often like I used to do with Disney classics (aka The Jungle Book and Dumbo) thirteen years ago. It's like cocaine in VHS form. PS. Take Mia's advice and stop being such a square.

I've had this on my computer since my junior year fashion class where I had to do a presentation on fashion in the 1950s (yes, that was as intricate as the topics ever got) and found this on Wikipedia or something just as basic. Needless to say I've been obsessed with finding a similar skirt ever since. Pretty sure I've already posted this on the blog before, too. Whatever dude, repost was essential. Who can say no to something that looks like that?

A Colin Dodgson photo from his Just Because It's In Your Head Doesn't Mean It's Not Real collection. Love the parallel of her face paint to her pants. Want patchwork pants please. Does anyone know Gloria Vanderbilt's number?

This is Stella McCartney, right? Correct me if I'm wrong. Also, is it odd if I noticed Anna Wintour in the audience before I noticed Sasha working it on the catwalk in that bitchin' dress? Kind of creepy, tbh. Her bob and sunnies are fucking everywhere.

Rodarte Spring 2009 RTW! One of my favourite collections ever from one of my favourite pair of designers ever. Kate and Laura Mulleavy, if you ever stop doing what you're doing my reaction will almost certainly be something like this.

The next doesn't even need an introduction. Words do not justify. Click here if you still don't know what it is. Mr T concurs when I say "I pity da foo' who don' know masta' Rei"

I have no idea where the following two come from for again they were unlabeled in my harddrive but oh hot damn. This just reminds me that I need more jewelry on the pronto. Note to self: father's old watches can be recycled.


This picture is so UNF right now. Sequins in any colour make me weep almost immediately but a sequin sweater with a different colour for each sleeve, the back and the hood? So so so so so UNF. I don't care what anyone says. (for the street vernacular challenged UNF is a very good thing)

And finally, my current pivotal inspiration, the top of the pyramid, the cream of the crop, the apple to my inspirational craving eye. SPACE. Although it is primarily nebulas nebulas nebulas, I make exceptions for crazy cool space-inspired art prints such as the dress two pictures below. But those pants though. Those pants. They need to be on my legs. Must find similar pair. It is an emergency. But no, go to FuckyeahtheUniverse, one of my favourite tumblrs, and you'll see exactly where I'm coming from.

This dress is from the WKND spring and summer 2009 collection by Karl Grandin. They have tights too! Would it be too much if I wore both at the same time? No? Good. (Thanks Style Child!)

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