Tuesday, September 30, 2008
mi posso, tu posso
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Honeymooners
After tacos and chocolates at Chocolates on Castro, we headed to Haight Ashbury where we hit the major vintage shops. Long ago, I lost all of my patience for sifting through piles of junk for hidden treasures (I'll leave that to Nicollette, she's a professional after all), but once in a while I'll make an exception. I picked up some Look From London plaid tights at Wasteland, and then we stopped at Decades Vintage, which has the most incredible selection of clothes from the 1880's-1980's, including a breathtaking selection of hats. I was dying to pick up a tophat, but they started at $180 for the silk collapsible variety, and went up to $300 for the turn of the century beaverskin hat of my choice. I also inquired after a Paul Revere style tricorne hat, which is selling at the Marc Jacobs store right now for over $1,000, but apparently, they were all snatched up by Burning Man Festival attendees. Eep! A true fashion victim moment. I guess I will take this as a sign to skip the tricorne hat for FW08.
Acrimony in Hayes Valley.
90's
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Smuttin' It Up
Savant in WWD!
Congratulations Feng Feng! This Thursday, the hot pink elastic cage skirt from Savant's SS09 collection appeared in a WWD feature on Bondage themed pieces from New York Fashion Week. Unfortunately, a subscription is required to view the article, but for those of you who missed the show, please take a look at the beautiful video that Feng Feng put together. It documents the creation of several of the pieces, as well as bits and pieces of the inspiration behind the collection, such as medical braces from the turn of the century. While so many designers often resort to the same banal sartorial references from other eras without ever arriving at anything original or new, Feng Feng does the opposite, taking this somewhat unlikely and definitely unfashionable starting point, and translating the concept into something beautiful, wearable, and thought provoking. This is what defines her as a savant in her own right. Of course, we already knew that, but now the rest of the world is starting to catch on too...
-Tiffany
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"Pretend I'm a Man and Make Me A Woman"
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday at the Showroom
Like most people, I'm not a big fan of working on the weekend---especially after a long fashion week, which we finished at Le Royale, hosting Robot Rock with DNA Models Men's Division. And when it's a choice between one decent night's sleep, or frolicking around with beautiful, confused, pouty-lipped men who barely speak any English, well---what would you choose? Luckily, weekends at fiftytwo showroom are quite fun, and I took the few moments of downtime to play dress up in some of my favorite SS09 pieces, and play with Araks's adorable baby son.
The cutest male model of them all, Araks's son pouts for the camera.
Friday, September 12, 2008
All Tomorrow's Parties...
Birthdays are a Bitch. Nicolette wears a Screaming Mimi's dress; Christina wears a Barneys New York Dress, a Stella McCartney belt, and Marc Jacobs boots; I wear a Maison Martin Margiela bodysuit, a Rick Owens Sweater, a Prada miniskirt, and Marni heels.
At the Seven New York/Hint Magazine Party with Steven, wearing the yellow Mischen dress I borrowed from the showroom.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Leather Me Up...
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sick Sick Savant
A Glimpse of Robert Geller
I've been looking forward to the Robert Geller show for a while, since it will probably be the only menswear show I'll get to squeeze in before I start working market week. Unfortunately, I didn't get many good pictures, being that the husband wrangled the prime seats, and Ashley and I ended up in the back row somewhere, unwilling to climb over the masses of sticky boy-bodies that filled the room. For some reason, no matter how much air conditioning they can blast into a place, every show seems fated to be insufferably stuffy. Nonetheless, I am always willing to sacrifice comfort for a bit of male-model pageantry, and it was only half way through the collection that Ashley and I realized that we should actually take a look at the clothing. Thank god they handed out a lookbook, otherwise we might have missed the entire thing. Not to downplay the clothing, which featured impeccably tailored suit jackets with a rakish riff-raff appeal and vests worn over bare chests to show off tattooed arms. Think incredibly well-dressed tramp, or the no-good boys your mom always you to stay far far away from, which of course makes you want them even more.