Josh Goot Spring/Summer 2008
Splat, splat, splat! Call it the Christian Dior Haute Couture effect. Remember my favourite
dream dress from John Galliano for Christian Dior’s fall/winter 2007 collection? Remember how Stefano Pilati came out with these beautiful multicolor splattered plaint pieces for Yves Saint Laurent Cruise 2008? Well, here comes something from Australian designer Josh Goot (who, btw is going to make NYC his permanent home base according to Sonny V.).
On second thought, it’s not really splat that comes to mind but ripples. No? What do I know anyway? Hah! Click any of the thumbnails for the full-sized version.
PS. Check out Sonny’s blog to see those amazing gold shorts. Love, love, love it!
The pearls, the tee and those sunglasses.
Queen Anna, we love you.
Wallpaper* Magazine is gagging for website hits
Wallpaper*, believe it or not, used to be my bible. One of the reasons why I went to Iceland many, many, many years ago is because of Wallpaper*. I saw this fantastic article with pictures of the Blue Lagoon and all these gorgeous Scandinavian people so I went to the travel agent one day, booked some plane tickets and went to Reykjavik, just like that. Everything in Wallpaper* is plastic fantastic – the people and all the things that grace the pages of the magazine look soo good and flawless to the point where it’s wayyyy too good to be true. Remember those Hed Kandi whatever illustrations? And remember how Tyler Brule got out, started his own thing, blah blah blah Swiss Airlines relaunch blah blah blah? I’ve witnessed it all. God I’m so old it’s not even funny anymore. Bottom-line is, like American Vogue, I got tired of Wallpaper*, my taste level went down the drain and I got an Us Weekly subscription instead. I love Us Weekly. They really should get me a job there. When you think about it, why should I kid myself when clearly I was made for the k-mart class?
Imagine the surprise when I saw this earlier today.
Wallpaper.com launches fashion week section
by Charlie McCathie Brand Republic 03-Sep-07, 11:15
LONDON – Wallpaper, the design magazine, is launching a Fashion Week section on its website, to boost traffic during the September fashion shows in New York, Paris, Milan and London.
The wallpaper.com fashion week coverage will go live on September 5 and will run until October 8. The dedicated section on the website will feature around the clock reports…
Wallpaper* and round the clock fashion week coverage? Hmm. Visit www.wallpaper.com over the next few weeks to see what they’re up to.
Converse doubts my supremacy
Converse doesn’t think I’m god and I’ll tell you more about it on this entry. I think I’m the last person in the planet to know this but who knew you can actually
customize design your own Converse sneakers? I know you can get things made by the big bespoke guns like Goyard, Vuitton and Hermès but Converse? Good ol’ cheap and chic ass Converse? Shit, before bling bling became popular, I used to cover my converse sneakers in SILVER and GOLD glitter glue!
I’m not really a sneakers/trainers/rubber shoe/nasty hipster person so my knowledge is soo limited when it comes to these things. Best to leave those BAPE whatever to the darker demographic while I get myself a pair of classic Chuck Taylors.
Click click click!
Valentino Fall/Winter 2007 Haute Couture
I have to blog about this. A friend sent me all these Valentino haute couture high quality photos and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell happened to some of these girls’ tits. Click any of the thumbnails for the full-sized photos. Keep in mind that unlike most of those nasty photochopped thinspo photos, these are actual, unedited photos from the runway.
After all these years, I really should know better than ask you guys. I’m all for aspiration, admiration and thinspiration but dayum, this is just insane!
Whatevs. I love Vlada (the third one) as for the other two, well, I dunno. God damn we have a long way to go, no? I think I’ll leave it up to you. I need a big mac, two large fries, diet coke and a hot fudge sundae.
Blah Beurk Blah American Vogue
I’m sure you’ve heard by now that Sienna Miller is gonna be on the cover of September American Vogue. Isn’t it ironic how Vanity Fair, a celebrity magazine, used Gisele Bundchen, a fashion model, on the cover whereas American Vogue, a fashion magazine, used a British actress named Sienna?
I was gonna write this huge handwritten open letter to Anna Wintour and American Vogue — in fact, I already wrote the first two paragraphs and then I realized it’s utterly pointless. Who am I to write an open letter to the Queen Bee herself? Besides, even if I share it online, my desperate pleas (to use more models on the cover) will only fall to deaf ears. Complete waste of time, if you ask me.
Don’t you just miss the good ol’ days when models graced the covers of Vogue? From my own personal collection of American Vogue: Liya Kebede (May 2005), Gisele Bundchen (May 2000), Angela Lindvall (February 2000), Gisele Bundchen & Carmen Kass (January 2000). Gone were the days when I’d scribble all sorts of stuff on its covers and literally rip pages off to post on my bedroom wall.
Vogue, if you ask me, used to be my favourite magazine. There used to be a time many, many, many years ago when I religiously looked forward to getting my own copy of Vogue. Opening it is like entering a magical world where the model on the cover is your personal guide and the fashions inside it are pure fantasy. I can’t even count the number of times I had petty fights with fashion obsessed fiends whether or not our favourite model du jour is going to be on the cover. These days, the people who appear on it are predictable — Nicole, Reese, Renee, Jennifer or the current year’s fave Oscar bet (perhaps best actress winner)… or, if you do your research correctly, it’s pretty much any Hollywood A-list actress promoting something "big" that month.
The last Vogue I personally purchased is dated May 2005 with Liya Kebede on the cover — and the only reason why I bought it is because Liya, a model, was on it. And the Chanel, I love the Chanel. Other than that, the most recent copy that I have in my possession is December 2006 (Nicole Kidman) — the only reason why I have it here is because my sister left it last month.
Why buy Vogue when you can read the articles (I love Sally Singer) online? Personally, I buy magazines to be inspired. I know we can all go online to see all the editorials (for free) but to me, it’s one thing to experience a few hours worth of visual fashion fantasy by flipping one glossy page over the other.
But what happens when people who have the power to inspire AND influence you (with something/someone new) churns out with things that you’ve already seen elsewhere?
Thank god for Vogue Italia, Vogue Paris and V.
OH SNAP! Marc Jacobs versus John Galliano!
It’s war within the NEW ESTABLISHMENT! Someone’s a bit jealous because 2007 is John Galliano’s best year in fashion.
"MARC Jacobs is so jealous of couture king John Galliano, he loudly trash-mouths his rival during workouts at the David Barton Gym on West 23rd Street. Our spy snips, "Marc and his trainer always talk very loudly – it’s annoying. All he does is complain about Galliano – even after [Galliano's best friend and right-hand man] Stephen Robinson died in April. It was disgusting. He’s so jealous of John." We didn’t call Jacobs for comment because the last time we did, his rep leaked the story to WWD."
via Page Six
Repeat after me: jealousy, jealousy, jealousy… is such an evil thing….
What is it with jealous people and their trash-talking antics? To be honest with you, I simply shut my trap whenever I’m jealous of somebody because I don’t want to be TOO obvious that I’m seething with envy but then again, why should I be jealous of
Snejana Onopka others when I’m queen of the world? I love Marc Jacobs, his hot bareback sex fetish with poz twinks and all his anal warts galore but I have to say I belong to Team Galliano! Once a Galliano girl, ALWAYS a Galliano girl. I didn’t stockpile all those ridiculous J’Adore Dior sleeveless tops over the years for nothing. I swear to god, I prolly have them in every rendition, every color combination and every size – look at how thinspo I was on the first year it came out… (left) and when I was morbidly obese (right). OK, fine, I’ll throw in a top from one of the first Marc by Marc Jacobs collections. Although I don’t do logomania anymore, those darn J’adore Dior tops were a HUGE part of my childhood, bulging tummy, sweaty betty sessions and all.
Oooh the memories. Can you say fashion victim? I loove it!
Sticker Shock: Dolce & Gabbana Metal Corset Belt
I don’t know about you but for six thousand one hunded ninety five donald duck dollars ($6,195), I’d rather buy roundtrip airline tickets to Bumfuck, Texas or Dinky Donk, California, go straight to a car mechanic shop owned by brown-assed hispanic illegals and get a good ol’ Mexican mayate (is that what they call them these days? Mauricio are you reading this?) to make me a corset belt made out of car scrap material.
I onced shared an elevator ride with the powerful Italian duo, Dolce & Gabbana, many, many, many years ago at a hotel in London. I wore head to toe Fendi that day and I also had that infamous Dolce & Gabbana swarovski crystal belt (which, btw, I left in a plane a few trips later because I was high as a kite) on. The tall one smiled at me when they entered the lift, I smiled back and that was the end of it. 10 seconds later, they went straight to the Met Bar downstairs and I, on the other hand, went outside to meet a fuck buddy. I can’t believe my hormones got in the way of fashion networking. I learned my lesson since then — fashion first before mangina. Think about it… had I pressed the elevator stop button 6 years ago, got down on my knees and screamed "BOYS, I WANNA GET SPITROASTED" instead of keeping my silence and pretending I wasn’t starstrucked, that metal corset belt would’ve been mine now.
Dolce & Gabbana Metal Corset Belt
US$6,195 at Neiman Marcus
Sponsored by:Fashion Blog.
Here’s one from the Bryanboy Life Archives. I found this polaroid in a box, along with many icky others, while searching for an old birthday card a friend gave to me. This is what I looked like back in 2001 when I was 11 years old.
IT’S FUNNY HOW MY NOSE LOOKED LIKE A FUCKING SPACE SHUTTLE BACK THEN. AT LEAST NOW MY NOSE LOOKS LIKE A BOEING 747.
Don’t ask. Don’t tell. Someone just buy me "The Essence" by La Mer. KTHXBYE.