i usually can't stand couture season. it's so frivolous and retardedly flouncy and i don't think it's interesting as far as pushing fashion forward. this season though had some real winners. givenchy never ceases to surprise and delight, armani was not bad, and surprisingly, valentino's new designers really gave me a hard on! when would have have ever seen a girl showing bottom-of-the-boob cleavage under the "last emperor"? it was amazing. all these head pieces are awesome too, namely the versions by givenchy, valentino, and lady gaga.
beyonce really goes all out for the bet awards. last year balenciaga leggings in her performance, this year balmain on the red carpet, how's she gonna follow this up? if i was her stylist, i would do a surface piercing every three inches on her body and attach a four inch diameter diamond dangling earring in each piercing. then i would make her kill bill gates, gild his head and wear it as a hat. and for the shoes, i would skin some brussels griffons for the front and bottom, and the heel would be a carved down dinosaur bone. luxe enough?
the new pirelli tires calendar for 2010 displays top models shot by terry richardson in brazil holding phallic objects such as bananas, a cock (rooster), long knife, and a hose. lily cole, daisy lowe, miranda kerr, abbey lee, catherine mcneil, ana beatriz barros, rosie huntington, gracie carvalho, marloes horst, eniko mihalik, and georgina stojiljkovic ham it up in brazil (no lara?). the world can start wanking in january.
richardson has a tendency of shooting women holding symbols of manhood. he shot amy winehouse (which was saved on his website as "amy_whine"...hmmm) holding a cock not too long ago. somehow, as much as i love her, i don't see her as a pirelli girl, no matter how much she could relate to the tire company on the matter of track marks.
also! gaga blows up a subway car and her tits at the much music awards
this proenza schoulder promotional video is hilarious! it features video artist kalup linzy, chloe sevigny, and liya kebede.
i bring you interesting photos from the west(side of manhattan). first, we have a man promoting a massage parlor. however, the precarious positioning of his sign and it's carefully constructed wooden supports force me to believe that this particular rub-down house is not that innocent.
next, we have a very high fashion face gracing a very low fashion discout-store window. almost an exact replica of our darling anna jagodzinska sits pretty wearing mutant snot tangerine orange and cavity-fill yellow gold jewelry.
the best things in life are free, like bloody mary's with breakfast. it's genius until you're drunk at three...actually, it's still kind of genius. coco, james, and i all had brunch at schillers then met up with dana dawg g-steeze, who provided us with a lot of fun in the sun walking around her hood and trying on sunglasses.
then we went to a bbq at this awesome apartment, met up with matt, and decided to head to meatpacking for a pool party at the gansevoort hotel...or so we thought. they decided to get all beatrice on us and tell us we couldn't come in because it was three guys and two girls. shouldn't door guys have gotten the memo that that kind of attitude is so over? (even though it has never been cool, it's definitely time for it to stop.) and it's the middle of the fucking day, dude, you're not impressing anybody in the broad sunlight.
anyway, it wasn't a total waste. we took our pissed off asses to the piers and cooled off before heading our separate ways (creative/irreconcilable differences). chilled for a little bit at home, and while pulling images for this blog,came across the little (literally) ditty you're about to see from the-penis-website.com. warning, you may want to burn out your corneas before you scroll down.
it's a little tiny weeny!!!!! eeewww, that's not a weeny. not a legitimate one anyway.
moving on, i really like the new ad campaigns i've seen coming out. people are finally using models in them and not celebrities. [img cred: thefashionspot]
i hated that marc jacobs collection, but natasha vojnovic's crazy ass looks mad good in the campaign. also using models are gucci, armani, prada, miu miu, dolce, givenchy, chloe, ect. however, celebs are inevitable, and madonna returns to vuitton (which i actually like), and connelly comes back for balenciaga (meh...i like her, but she's whatever in ads). hopefully the combo of this, and money crunches forcing magazines to put fashion models on the covers of fashion magazines (doutzen for bazaar subscriber, it's a start), will mark the downfall of obsession with nothing celebrities who've done nothing, and put more attention on hot models...who've done nothing.
i think that's it for tonight, but before i go, i have to remind you of two things. hunter parrish from weeds is hot (check out casperfan.blogspot.com for a full-montier shot like the one in the collage above), and gaga likes mini movies. i hope i didn't scar you with the non-penis.
standing on a pedestal like a statue of a headless greek warrior with ten others like me positioned the same and perfectly coiffed and dressed. it was in a gallery on Freeman’s alley where the cynthia rowley event took place. all you fashion people came by to admire the “pieces” on us, the models. looking up to us, just chilling in our ivory tower of fashion, while, you, the mortals were just simply there, on the oh so common floor. from my bird’s eye view, i saw the hot pink painted toes, the leggings, the hats, the silky thinks hanging from your necks. It was marc jacobs here, chloe there, an oh, what a lovely vintage yves saint saurent blazer you were wearing! and all of you were thinking “this is fashion, this is the bones and flesh of the industry, a presentation for the exculsive gals of wwd, elle and style.com” watching you raveling in their summertime open toed louboutins, clic clacking away to the conversations: you ladies were totally having it. “recycled fabrics, how innovative!”. cynthia answering questions, commenting on her (brilliant, actually) collection while all the dames were seeking an answer in us, the models, like we held the key to the door of their life, the map to the holy grail. WHAT IS FASHION? Us models don’t have the answer to that silly! You are wrong mademoiselle wwd: it is YOU, no one but YOU who is more a la mode than anyone in this god damn city. YOU in your comme des garcons for h&m blazer, YOU in your balenciaga pants, YOU in your lanvin trench, YOU in your repetto flats YOU wearing mac makeup, YOU in your yoji drop crotch black pants, YOU wearing miu miu, louis vuitton, chloe, alexander wang, tom ford, balmain, dior, chanel, givenchy, jil sander, cynthia rowley jdfgkjdhfkgjdfslkgjkdjfgjkdsfngkdngndnglkjdnsfgjsdfngkjdnsflgkjndlfkgnsdklfgnlkdfgj.
not me, standing here cluelessly wearing look number 7.
