Color Punch

okay, i won't lie to you. i didn't know much about Catherine Malandrino except her name until she appeared as a guest judge on Project Runway. but once i did see her there i was smitten. so i waited on bated breath until New York Magazine posted the pictures from her show yesterday.
i wasn't disappointed. i mean, i didn't fall to my knees and proclaim her to be the messiah either, but it's nice. i really like the color choices and her knitwear pieces are so stellar and classic, things you could keep forever and would never go out of style. her work just seems like a contemporary classic all around. maybe it's because she's French or because i suspect she was into Throbbing Gristle when she was young.

















HOWEVER, even she wasn't exempt from a trip to Sacktown, and i'm not talking about California's fair capital.

the coat is actually nice but i'd never wear it. mostly because my muffin top probably has more girth than the tailored poof at the bottom. anyway, what the hell is going on with these Hammer pants? i don't care. i'm going to ignore them.

Marc Jacobs Cut The Crap and His Hair

Hooray!
It's official: The Marc Jacobs Fall 2007 line is beautiful.
It's such a relief. His spring 2007 collection was awful, awful, awful. Stuff that looked like a kindergarten class had created it after being given huge spools of green felted wool and scrap fabrics from a prom/bridal dress shop.
And the Marc by Marc Jacobs show had only been slightly less offensive.

It's exciting to see him make proper clothing again, not just garments.
These pieces are really great. They look like an updated version of something Jean Rhys would've worn. Very '30s inspired but still packing his classic color punch.





















On the other hand, what is this horrid crap
Caroline Herrera is making. Uggghhh.

Looks like jackets made from dead opossums
that've been repeatedly runover
on the side of the freeway.





And just to close on an up note, Kim Gordon at Fashion Week. Can I say again how rad she is?

Trashin' Fashion Week

i frieghtened a couple of customers on Friday night when i hollered out: IT'S FASHION WEEK, PEOPLE!! WOOO!!
ever since House of Style and vh1's FTV i've always loved and looked forward to NY fashion week. the fact that i could never wear 99.9% of the clothing is irrelevant.
but the Fall lines that've shown so far are fucking killing me. what is this shit? seriously.

it's like i'm looking at what would've been a really rad spread in Sassy...CIRCA 1993!!!
i can see the designers backstage shouting:
mismatch those garments!! turn these bitches into waistless wonders!! i want sporty pauper, jaunty urchin!! make it work people!!

horror of horrors. there's no rest for the wicked. thankfully, i can almost always count of Diane von Fursetenberg to make dresses that i covet and that make me, even for a moment, think: if i just had a little more money, i could be foxxxxxxxxyyyyyy. and at least there's comfort in that.