"Pre-Fall Is Happening. Did You Notice?"

No. You didn't. I mean, I don't know, maybe you did, maybe you are like me circa 2011: consumed by slideshows, desperately seeking images of the most recent runway shows, but in my experience a few years of actually working in fashion will wrench that impulse right out of you.

Vanessa Friedman writes that most consumers "could be forgiven for failing to notice" pre-fall had even started, a sentiment I generously agree with, but that maybe it's not for the reasons we would hope (sanity, common decency). She explains:

Well, though some over-worked fashion people (mea culpa) saw this as a potentially positive sign that, perhaps, [...]


Excerpts From The December 2014 Vogue, Presented Without Commentary

On Hollywood Bad Boys "But does this occasional model—currently the face of the Calvin Klein cologne Reveal—fear coming off as fake? "I grew up unsure whether I would end up being in the film business or being a gangster," he says, without a hint of irony. (His father, scrap-metal kingpin Billy Hunnam, ran northern England's underworld for decades.)"


"Don't You Hate Pants?"

The Hairpin has a strong, well-documented stance re: women should wear whatever they want. We also have a strong, well-documented stance against pants. Here is an article that, if you squint hard enough, covers both stances.


Faux Feminism in Trademark Tweeds

Karl Lagerfeld's decision to close this season's Chanel show in Paris with a faux feminist protest march is, in runway terms, possibly the worst political and aesthetic decision since Rodarte presented their Fall/Winter 2010 Juarez-themed collection.

Worse yet, major international news outlets are lauding it as a revolutionary move, with some writers going so far as to compare the aesthetics of the show to the May 1968 student riots. As people discuss whether or not feminism is a trend, it seems as if people are missing a lot of what's really, truly awful about this show.


Jenny Diski's Shoes

But it isn’t really fashion that has such a hold on me. It is (like the ultimate book in my head, which is storyless, characterless and perfect) an image, without any detail, of the perfect outfit, the one that slips over my frame and drapes itself around my contours in a way that finally defines me—look, this is what I am—just as my flesh defines the boundaries between myself and the world. And it’s a private thing essentially, not primarily about being seen in or envied for a fashionable look: indeed, I generally imagine wearing these incomparable outfits in the privacy of my own home. It’s stuff to sit on [...]


"In an elegant stroke of free-market irony, self-proclaimed enemy of feminism Ayn Rand has become a girl-power commodity several decades after her death."

I mean, it's just like that classic Coco Chanel saying: before you leave the house, take off the last thing you put on that has a mangled quotation from an Ayn Rand novel printed on it.


As for his own sporting prowess, Wang admitted his passion was very much style based.

"I don't do any sports! I only wear sports clothing."

Same tbh.


Are Tiaras The New Power Scrunchies?

Oh my god, YES. Tiaras are absolutely equal in power to scrunchies. I fully endorse this question and, as always, I endorse infusing material objects with ethereal properties of power and empowerment etc.

Before Amanda Miller rushed out the door the other day, she added a final touch to her look: a tiara.

Her destination? Not a tween birthday or a drunken bachelorette party. Ms. Miller, a 36-year-old corporate communications manager for eBay, was headed to her office in Washington, D.C.

"Before you leave the house always add one tiara." – Coco Chanel


Excerpts From the November 2014 Vogue, Presented Without Commentary

Our destination the next day is the Holy Grail: Castle Gravenwezel, the home of Axel and May Vervoordt. Axel’s son Boris, a model of courtly hospitality and courtly proffered knowledge, leads us there in his crocodile-green Rolls-Royce Corniche.


Thrashin' Fashion: The End

Paris. Paris Fashion Week was upon us and now it's over. Realistically speaking, give or take a few fashion shows in each city, Fashion Week could just take place in Paris and it would be more than enough. Paris is still the center of fashion, and no matter how much we in New York want to believe that we're the center, we are not. I'm fine with this. So much goes on in Paris, it's almost like three or four or five fashion weeks all in one. It would be very easy to turn a recap of what happened in Paris into its own novella, but I'll try not [...]