A little over a week ago I had the chance of attending my favourite designers’ Fall 2014 show at the New York Public Library. There is something unattainable and life-changing about the notion of sitting front row at any form of performance, so to do so at NYFW to view my most adored couple of designers new garments live before my eyes, and sharing that moment with Anna Wintour was a surreal experience. The collection was breathtaking. There is a reason Marchesa has always resonated with my personal aesthetic, even though evening wear is not part of my every day ensembles. There is something whimsical, and opulent about each gown and garment that feels otherworldly. Season after season their concentration on the most luscious and dreamlike fabrics and materials from tulle, to fringe, to lace, to illusion panelling, always feels so cleverly designed and beautifully executed, it becomes obvious why no other evening wear designers can rival their red carpet aesthetic. I have always stated that if I were to dip my foot in the design pool these are the kinds of garments I would dream of making. Many shows use production for theatrics, with dripping chocolate walls, and Kardashian nipples, but with a presentation like Marchesa the drama clearly originates from the “oh so” intricate work put into each and every piece. This season Georgina and Keren took us to the Scottish Highlands, with their take on tartan (metallic dip-dyed lace) and even deconstructed kilts (burnt orange and black Chantilly lace). The colour palette resembles shades of an evening bomb fire in the fields, and the static hair and use of cornrows adds a contemporary element to what is another timeless collection from the lovely designers. Do not even get me started on the shoes.. What’s New Pussycat
I have a guilty conscience
I apologies for my absence from the blogosphere this past weekend, I seem to have fallen a tad behind. I promised “the good stuff” and i’m afraid it took a little longer to deliver than anticipated. Here I am sharing my NYFW with you, while others have already traveled to the London and Milan weeks and have documented in a timely and relevant manner. You see the reason behind this, which I will use as my excuse is vey simple, I had to finish Downton Abbey….that and I ran a marathon, you know, the ushe. Back to the matter at hand. During our incredibly brief stint at NYFW we had the chance to go to the “tents” and shoot my #OOTD, turns out others were interested in what I was wearing as well. The last time strangers took this much interest in photographing me I was in China, which apparently when blonde, and not all that asian, is a common occurrence. Street style photography is probably my favourite thing to look through as fashion week season goes by, so to be unexpectedly worthy of documentation was pretty darn cool. Metaphorically speaking, to be considered one of the cheetahs during the course of this style safari in the concrete jungle, was kind of a highlight of our trip…and my life.
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Tom Ford Campbell glasses, Eddie Borgo gold chain, Kate Spade “Joie de Vivre” pendant, Zara coat, Nasty Gal cropped sweater and midi skirt, Fendi “2Jours Elite” and fur monster, Chloé “Susanna” boots, Nasty Gal caged cuff, Hermes bracelet, Disney Mickey Mouse watch (similar), rings by, Jacquie Aiche, Sydney Evans, David Yurman (similar), Tiffany & Co. and Chanel.
Finally we get to the good stuff! Though NYFW was already last week, it seems as though time flies by when you’re watching Downton Abbey. Seriously, My pile of responsibilities was almost reaching the ceiling and for some reason I could not give two shits, as long as I found out if Mary and Matthew were going to tie the knot, and that Bates was going to make it out of jail. A week later i’m already at season 3, so no spoilers readers PLEASE, I’ve been working so very hard to catch up. This “masterpiece classic” is a victorian novel on screen, and I simply cannot get enough. Nothing guilty about this pleasure! Now getting back to what a street style blog is supposed to be about…oops my A.D.D often gets the best of me when I pen these, as you have all probably noticed. We decided to drive up to New York instead flying so comfort was essential, therefore I went for this BCBG runway sweatsuit of sorts. I’ve always been a fan of wearing matching separates, which is considered a serious offence by many…but what can I say, i’m constipated, couldn’t give a shit. Do I Match the Carpet or the Drapes?
Nasty Gal necklace, BCBG Runway sweatshirt and pants, Nike fuel band, Chanel pearl bracelet, Cartier bracelet and watch, Céline Phantom tote, Samsonite Cosmolite luggage, Christian Louboutin sex pumps.
I have been a couple Miami outfit posts behind before I get to my quick stint at fashion week, so i’m going to hash out all this lovely summer heat to get to the good winter storm stuff. There’s something about rolled up sleeves on a blazer that just screams Sonny Crockett doesn’t it, then add that in a miami context and I’m officially stylin’ in 1984. All i’m missing is a cigarette boat, an african american counter part and I can officially solve crime. To be honest i’m more familiar with the shitty 2006 remake, which works for me because I much prefer being Colin Farrell than Don Johnson for very obvious reasons. Colin Farrell is a dime. What a tangent this turned into…anyways this is me wearing my father’s Clavin Klein jeans after I massacred them with a pair of scissors, and crossing a couple streets. Enjoy!
Look Both Ways Before You Cross Me
Porsche Design aviators, Anna Dello Russo for H&M earrings, Rodarte tee, Rag & Bone blazer (similar), Vintage Calvin Klein shorts, rings by BCBG, Nasty Gal, Jacquie Aiche, and Tiffany & co., Arm Party consists of my Rose Gold Nike Fuel band (similar), House of Harlow (similar), J. Crew, Links of London, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Chanel pouch, and Miu Miu shoes.
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