i believe puxotony phil

 

 

 

feeding frenzy / sue de beer / bowie / hopeful outfits / "play it as it lays"

do you love me babe? what do you say?

 

marni f/w 2011

Hometown pride

Since the world outside is frightfully gray and wet and definitely not suede shoe-approved, my defensive strategy against the elements and seasonal depression is to jam as many colors as possible into every outfit. As such, my online shopping trigger finger is aimed on All For Everyone's incredibly charming and affordable knitwear. Everything is handmade by Annie Larson, a designer from my Minneapolis hometown. She describes her knitting process in detail on the site; I give one thumbs up for transparency, and another for recognizing among the models a boy I sat next to in my high school Shakespeare class. Hey, Tim! Nice hat.

HOLY SHIT

boys will be boys (and men will dress like men)

there is much to love in the men's spring 2011 collections, where sensibility reigned alongside just enough youthful details to compel. prada was one of my favorites, but the boys and older gentlemen presented by agnes b. were really something.

there are two elements that i've been looking for at recent shows: a variety of models and facial expressions. when most fashion people go on about diversity within modeling, they almost always mean 'the black guy' or 'the one plus-size girl everyone is using this season to keep critics from slamming our obsession with ribcages,' but i think it's time for 'the old one' to step forward. if you consider that the main consumer base for all fashion houses are well beyond adolescence, it makes sense to present part of each collection with models who at least somewhat represent those who will actually purchase, and wear, certain pieces. i say 'certain' because the suits agnes b. outfitted her Man Models in are clearly for an older customers; it would take a very, very hip 40-year-old man to wear the pirate-cum-surfer look sported by the young guys, though i wouldn't rule it out completely...

the strangely glamorous mug shots of freedom riders

(from Eric Etheridge’s book Breach of Peace: Portraits of the 1961 Mississippi Freedom Riders)

these have been re-posted all over the place, but i can't stop thinking about this set in particular. when the heat is on and things get serious and you know you're right, every hair and righteous smirk falls into place.

taliban chic

this song...omg.

i was already obsessed with das racist's "rainbow in the dark" but this jam is killer. next time i see those guys at union pool i may have to walk up and give them an affected slur: "WHERE HAZ WE MET BEFORE? BALENCIAGA SHOWWW?"