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Sometimes we wonder if Vera and Jenny ever just sit down in a corner and (very gently) bang their heads against the wall.
You could say she over-shares. You could say she’s the world’s most beautiful woman. You could even say she has “a long butt.” But one fact you can’t deny is Gwyneth Paltrow has friends in high places.
Saying Birkenstocks are back is like saying Miley Cyrus likes to lick things. But even the exponentially increasing number of Birks (not the bag) we’ve spotted in Dean & DeLuca over the last few months couldn’t have possibly prepared us for the double-strapped sandal’s sportier, velco-loving, more unfortunate-looking cousin — the Teva.
Cold lighting and the sound of static might intrigue the brilliantly twisted mind of Rei Kawakubo, but elsewhere designers laid out sensory feasts for multiple senses this Spring 2014 season. From psychedelic greenhouses and cascading waterfalls to a Pantone art gallery and gothic carousel, the runways from New York to Paris doubled as fairgrounds for the Instagram-savvy fingers of the designers’ front rows.
We hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave.
From muses to step teams to feminist statements to statements we’re not even entirely sure how to interpret, this Fashion Month has been serving up a lot to digest. And much of the serving — relinquish any conventional gender roles you might associate that action with — is being done by the fairer sex. Paris might be yet to come to a close, but here are some of the fiercest affirmations of girl power (or, rather, woman power) we’ve heard this Spring 2014 season.
As Jay Z’s ‘Picasso, Baby’ blared through the Grand Palais’ palatial halls, the models — clad in black crop wigs, sharp Siouxsie Sioux eye makeup, and oversize pearl chokers — stomped past larger-than-life paintings, sculptures, and giant Chanel C’s.
Sparkly eyes, sparkly lips or … sparkly eyebrows?
Three weeks ago we noted that the New York runways were full of DIY accessory inspiration, and it appears even the glitzier cities are hotbeds of improvisational finesse.
Couldn’t make it to Paris Fashion Week this year? Sick of being drip-fed your Dries and Balenciaga though the great FOMO siphon also known as Instagram? Well, don’t fret — slip on your smoking slippers, pour yourself a bubbly (they’re six hours ahead in Paris) and get a front row seat to the latest Spring 2014 shows right here.
Ciao, Milano! It was grand. We watched the Prada, we marveled at the great gilded peacock Anna Dello Russo, we bid Carine Roitfeld bon anniversaire and we learned the chic potential of furry neck braces. We were also given a much-needed jolt of mid-Fashion Month energy courtesy of Milan’s kaleidoscopic runways.
“She’d look great in a burlap sack” is something we’re only used to hearing facetiously; trust Moschino to turn a complimentary turn of phrase into a runway reality that does, actually, look rather … compelling.
Follow along with us as we wait with bated breath for Miuccia’s latest offerings!
And just like that, London Fashion Week is over. It came, it swathed our eyes in gauzy chiffons and twinkling embellishments, and it left like a good dream abruptly ended by having your feather duvet ripped off on a chilly fall morning.
Slogan tees are like trips to Whole Foods – when they’re good, they’re good, and when they’re bad, they’re rage-inducing. So it seems next Spring is going to be a highly emotional season.
In his new book Asylum Simon Doonan throws fashion people into the same boat as mental hospital inpatients who detect trends when there are none. But sometimes we don’t so much try to create a trend as we do try to ignore one when it’s staring us right in the face. This is what we have been doing for the last few days with one of the more frightening things to come out of Fashion Month so far – skirts over pants.
12 days of looking at tall, skinny, Caucasian 20-year-olds can really mess with your self-esteem and skew your perception of the human population in general. But you can always count on accessories maverick Nasir Mazhar to pump a little diversity into Fashion Month’s notoriously bland model lineups.
Fashion Month is in full swing. And while you might still be nursing a delayed hangover from the New York leg, you can count on London’s exuberantly clad It Crowd for a dose of sartorial Emergen-C.
Getting a good look at the clothes is hard enough with all the rogue iPads and past-capacity venues, so as you can imagine, the most stunning details often slip past unnoticed on the runway. They don’t, however, slip through the cracks of Instagam, not when the ‘no social media’ signs backstage are so shamelessly ignored and the best model selfies so tirelessly #regrammed.