I am really quite lucky in that I don’t have to don work apparel every day because, honestly, my wardrobe is monochromally minimal. Fairies, hobgoblins and bedazzled bad-ass bouji banshees spending the night on sequin-strewn acid, dancing upon a night rainbow before vivaciously vomming up an oblivion is a more accurate description of what awaits you once you open my closet doors.
Peter Pilotto *cue breathy, reflective, enraptured sigh*… the things you do! The SS14 Collection was the stuff of dreams. Like, actual dreams. Like the heady, technicolour, imp-infused dreams you dream of having instead of the one where you prance around naked like a tit, exhibiting tit, in front of people you know and then wake up in a blind panic with a serious sweat on. (ph via freakdeluxe)
Picture the scene: you’re a wild-child – a vivacious vagabond – and you’ve wild child’d so hard you’ve found yourself causing chaos, shining on and living the dream in the Middle East with only your trusty sequinned shopper by your side, acting as a noble, sparkly steed. Finding it hard to conjure such an image? Well, Ashish Gupta brought that very vision to life with his SS14 collection. (ph via freakdeluxe)
Right, so Balenciaga might’ve not been my fav SS14 collection but who am I to question the work of the garment wizard that is Alexander Wang?! Wang took over at the helm as Balenciaga’s creative director, replacing Nicolas Ghesquière, back in 2012 and the SS14 show was his first womenswear show since being given that grandiose title. Technicalities out the way, phew. Less of the informative chat, let’s talk about those clothes. Gaga for Balenciaga, I am!
They’ve done it again. Weep. I am filled with joy, awe, longing and sadness as I see the sartorially super Sass & Bide Spring 2014 ‘Freetown’ collection make its way up the catwalk, down the catwalk and into the backstage area where it will delicately wrapped up, boxed up and shipped off. “Why does that make you sad, you irrational human bean?”, I hear you cry. Well, absolutely nowhere in that somewhat simplified description of the fashion week process do those garms adorn my body.
You’re about to do battle with the sun; your body is adorned with the armour of a rainbow warrior and not much else, except for maybe some killer lace-up heels in an array of taupe, tango and intarsia-appropriate hues. Rock-hard abs and legs of a VS angel not compulsory, because Mara Hoffman’s RTW Spring 2014 collection was all about relinquishing the regular and embracing the hippy aesthetic.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara…”
Right. So, basically, I have decided to take up the baton and make a blog, this blog, and to nurture it and stay dedicated to it as a means of motivation within my life. You see, very recently I discovered the very news that I have been terrified of for an exhaustively long time now. That news is this: there are two kinds of people in this world, the do’ers and the non-do’ers (not very imaginative titles, granted, but to-the-point). This information as a whole is not news to the majority of us, but the shocking and unashamed truth is that I am, and must own up to being, a non-do’er. I do nothing. I have ideas spilling from every orifice of my being, brilliant schemes and great grand plans, but I do absolutely nothing to make them happen.