Let’s just dive right in to it. Best dressed:
Not kidding. I wonder who makes her shoes. The dress is resort Alexander Wang. Obviously.
Anna Paquin got an Oscar when she was 9 years old for that kind of really gay movie about migrating geese. But whatever! She looks cool in Alexander McQueen. And Stephen Moyer looks old.
This is Kevin Bacon’s wife. I don’t know her name. I know her dress. It is Monique Lhuillier.
THE UGLAAAAY:
The Queen of TV could literally have anything, anything, out of anyones current or archived closets, and yes I know she is a conservative dresser, but this just looks like a serial killer’s markings. Oscar de la Renta has a career still? Just wait…
Oh my Godddd it’s Oscar de la Renta!!!! Literally. It’s him, in his own dress. Did anyone watch the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion last night? Andy Cohen wore the same dress. Why was there so little taste on the red carpet? Why is there never any taste on the red carpet? Why is Oscar de la Renta still allowed to dress people? Why is the sky blue?
-Elliot
Vogue editor-at-large André Leon Talley the giant blogged a review of his own, and it was hilarious. And accurate. And, just, why?
When you start watching red-carpet shows at 6:00 p.m. and don’t see a stunning dress until 9:00 p.m… it’s sad what passes for style in Hollywood.
Best:
Kidding, but not entirely. I don’t have that much to work with here.
The aforementioned Juliana Margulies in L’Wren Scott. Yeah it’s kind of boring but she looks cool, like she showered after her pilates class and grabbed this off the hanger and got into an Emmy-bound limo. Also, L’Wren Scott is dating Mick Jagger.
Kerri Russel vintage Jean-Louis Scherrer Haute Couture, with Jimmy Choo shoes, a hideous clutch and Cathy Waterman jewels. Where she’s been I don’t really know/care but she is small, thin, and wearing vintage and pink. Pretty adorable.
Worst:
I mean…I can’t even…I hope…just go away. It’s like a bad version of Kristin Cavallari
This is an accurate depiction/representation/metaphor? of my love/hate relationship with Miami.
“Maybe it’s the shoulder pads sewn onto her breast? Betty Draper would die.” -The Cut. Oh, this is Versace.
-Isabel
Scott Schuman has been in Italy quite a bit lately. Not complaining, just jealous.
Alexa Chung at the Costume Institute Gala wearing 3.1 Philip Lim. She wins for best sharp body angles-Heidi Slimane should take pictures of her. Photo from Style.com
More Sartorialism, per gli uomini
Sienna Miller from a Style.com stolen photograph wearing: The. Coolest. Outfit. Ever. (i.e Rag & Bone booties and a monogramed LV duffel that manages to make Goyard look like Coach, even though it’s Louis Vuitton.
“End of Summer” photograph?
-Isabel
Were you aware Heidi Slimane had an online photograph diary? This isn’t a very writerly Sunday.
-Isabel
Filed under: Art
Illustrator Achraf Amiri gets dark and goes brilliant in these images.
-Elliot
PS- this is post #300. Ch-ch-ch-changes!
Filed under: Anna Wintour
Fashionologie reported: “In celebration of Fashion’s Night Out, Barneys commissioned Brooklyn artist Andrew Yang to create one-of-a-kind, hand-painted doll versions of Grace Coddington and Anna Wintour. They took two weeks to make: ‘I had to special-order Anna’s wig and cut it myself to get the bob right. And Grace’s hair was the right color, but it needed a perm,’ Yang says.”
So, once you’ve gotten these babies in your possession, on display…somewhere, hopefully not on a bed…what exactly do you do with them, and how do you explain to dinner party guests why you felt compelled to buy them?
I’m trying to figure that out now…
-Isabel
Filed under: Musings
Made these just now.
-Elliot
Filed under: Rick Owens
Rick Owens makes the best sneakers.
Rick Owens makes boots that sartorially aggressive gay guys go broke for.
Greg Kadel shoots, Brian Malloy dresses, and Sasha Pivovarova works to make me the happiest kid on earth. This may be one of my favorite photographs ever taken.
-Elliot
Filed under: Music
I often overlook the Miami New Times – their online/blog section is insane. It’s perfectly attuned with the vibe of that indefinable paradigm of a city. Miami Miami Miami. I say it now from my desk in NYC laughing and kind of emo because, low and behold, I miss it. I miss these things and these kids.
So the New Times did this funny little “useless list” of their Top 10 Favorite Songs About Cocaine. Of course I immediately love the Goldfrapp song and the Goldfrapp video and all things Goldfrapp for obvious reasons. Then I laughed out loud when the author states, “cocaine is not without it’s consequences – like shooting your wife and going to jail.” And then I thought about my own useless list, and I’ve decided to do a Top 5 Favorite Songs About…Animals That Are Not White Horses Or White Snakes Or White Anything. This is the anti-cocaine symbology animal song post! The one everyone has been waiting for! Holy f*cking sh*t!
5) “Camel Toe” by Fanny Pack
Mmmm hmmm. That’s right. Uh-huh. Fix yourself blog readers, because this song should be in the most played folder of your iTunes.
4) “She Wolf” by Shakira
Get primal with this classic late 2000′s dance floor dust-up. Get out of my dreams and get in to my car Shakira! You’re soooooo awesome. Shakira lives in Miami. On the mean streets of Overtown. She’s a goddamned She-Wolf so she can def take care of her self.
3) “Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy” by Big and Rich
Pretty sure that even though “horse” is in the title and lyrics of this winner, these guys have absolutely no idea what cocaine is. Just meth. They love their meth. Plus, who here hasn’t wanted to “buy the bar a double round of crown?” Put your hands up for random acts of kindness, including saving that horse from back pain and riding the cowboys instead.
2) “Rock Lobster” by The B-52′s
Rock Lobstah! What the f*ck is going on with this song. Maybe this song actually is about cocaine because it’s so wild. Actually yes, I just watched/marveled at the video and I can’t even begin to think this song was conceived without it. Lobsters are so f*cking adorable.
1) “When Doves Cry” by Prince
Makes me want to wear a lot of denim and walk/dance all over the place. I want this to by my permanent-full-loop soundtrack. I want there to be a montage of me walking down the streets of New York City in 1984, waving to the shop keeps, and thrusting my pelvis around like nobodies business. All the girls will love me. I can’t wait for 1984 it’s going to be such a fun year. Another key point about this song – when doves cry, does it really sound like heavy synth keyboard pop music? If so, I am going to go be super mean to the next flock of doves I see, and start dancing all over again.
-Elliot
Who doesn’t love photographs of beautiful models bathing in sunlight pouring in from a window in quaint urban dwellings? Here are some some spreads I like from all the September magazines
Karolina Kurkova by Dusan Reljin for Vogue Spain
Sasha Pivovarova by Greg Kadel for Numero #116
Suzie Bird by Chloe Crespi for Harper’s Bazaar Spain
Christina Kruse for Twin #2 for Paul Wetherell
Eniko Mihalik by Camilla Akrans in Vogue Nippon
This photo has noting to do with anything else in this post, but these sheets are one of the only reasons I was to stay at The Bowrey.
-Isabel
