"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.


Lessons My Closet Taught Me

I just came home from a weekend stranded because two trains caught on fire. Now I am too tired to crawl into bed so I am lying on the floor of my closet. My delicious, walk-in closet, as big as my room, bigger than the studio apartments my friends own. You have to walk through it to get to my room. My walk-in closet makes the increasing chances of death by flaming subway train (or two) seem reasonable to me. My walk-in closet with a rug thick as a blanket. I lie on it and stare at my clothes like they are my psychoanalysts. They are.


Smells Like Teen Spirit

I've had a theory for awhile that the greatest American fashion designers must, as a rule, be born and raised outside of the United States. I don't mean "greatest" in terms of actual greatness, because that is subjective, and I'm not going to argue about whether Alexander Wang is more indicative of American fashion than Tory Burch because that's a losing game. I mean greatness in terms of which fashion designers can adequately sum up "America!" as a concept in their seasonal assortment.


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 [...]


Lending Fiction to Her Facts: The Legacy of Coco Chanel

My first introduction to Chanel was the sensation of Allure. My mother wore Allure. I distinctly remember the flask shape of the glass bottle; the golden contents I was prohibited from disturbing; the whiff of the scent, like a curtain raising rapture.

Allure isn’t Chanel No. 5, the first fragrance to be launched by French couturier and powerhouse, Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel, in 1921. A bottle of the storied scent is said to be sold every 30 seconds, and remains one of the most popular and recognizable fragrances of all time. Allure, on the other hand, didn’t make its aromatic debut until 1996, twenty-five years after Chanel’s death on January 10, [...]


"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.


Thrashin' Fashion: Baring All

After London comes Milan, and while a lot of the bigwigs show there (Prada! Versace! Gucci!), it can generally feel like a snoozefest. Milan is known as the city of glamour and excess, I guess, and if you looked through the collections you certainly noticed. But glamour and excess can be boring when they're all the same. And anyway, it seems that glamour and excess have come to mean an exposed nipple, which, if you are Rihanna or take your fashion cues from her, you would be very excited about.