Thursday, November 26, 2009

Simple accessories for the beatnik lover

Glasses are the first thing you notice about a person's face. No one can stop my glasses obsession right now; this is where all the research landed up.

It's great vintage doesn't survive forever, because then it becomes antique. What a jewel this is.

via Fabulous Fanny's, on 9th street, between 1st and 2nd avenues.

First off, Cazals, of which most are from the '80s. A little over the top, requires some sinking in. Some have this really tasty Egyptian feel to them, like those with the cloisonne decorations or swan arms. They exude old-lady chic. Haven't you ever seen those old ladies who looked so chic, in their scarves, and little coats, you could almost picture how they used to dance? The blue fade lens are so seductive. See how his designs change between each series. Yum. Savor just how beautiful "CAZAL" is etched out on the lens too.

via Vintage Sunglasses

Next, featuring the Moscot Lemtosh,

loved by Johnny Depp,

as well as other famous men,

for years. Check them out and try them on at the site. You may like em, and it's your choice as to whether you want to purchase a pair or two online, but to love em you have to drop by the store. Don't miss the time-worn, lemon yellow sign with the big, bold black letters "SOL MOSCOT" on them. It is situated a wee bit east of the West Village.

Philip Crangi, the jewellery designer wears them too.

The same goes for the bracelets on a wrist or a necklace on a neck. Something there, previously gone unnoticed, is made more visible.

His jewellery is deliciously simple and blacksmithy.They are edgy without being too distressed or punk-ish, and created with tender care in his NYC studio. All by himself. Riveting.

The leather on the bracelet turns darker with time. There is a dusty pink version of this, which I wish would stay pristine though it'd be fun to see it turn brown... I'm half euch and half ooh with that.

The rings and bracelets can be engraved, and a consumer certainly appreciates when his or her jewellery is customizable, because it is a personal object to be worn all day, or even for days at a time. The store, called The Crangi Family Project, which is located in the Meatpacking District, is a rather quaint place. Look, HARD, for where it is. It has tin roofing. Just next to Pastis. I really love the hooks, nuts, and bent railroad spikes, echoing how banal is cool.

Of course, it is the hot thing to do reissues and collaborations nowadays. When is it never?

Cazal x Dita

Moscot x Common Projects

Philip Crangi x Giles and Brother

If you are interested, do look them up.

A great place to wear any of these is in David Hockney's A Bigger Splash, 1967.

In a suit.

Tailored or bathing.

If you are bored, view his new exhibition in the Andre Emmerich Gallery in Chelsea. All the values are of roughly the same value, of equal saturation, but further in the back, it gets gradually less busy and further away. Hence you can really imagine yourself walking into this wonky landscape. His mindscape, perhaps.

Hawthorne Blossom, Woldgate No. 4, 2009

It is funny how microcosms interact to form a bigger one. NYC is a huge cultural melting pot, and this cannot be emphasized more. My locale influences me, but I have a greater need to influence it.

Style always evolves, but something always stays the same; it would be too contrived to describe it, because it is a feeling best kept to yourself. If in a collection the designer's voice is lost to a change, there is something wrong. Hypocrites can't trick people. That's why the word "hypocrite" exists. Don't listen to what that high horse lover, or the oratory pathologist has to say. You know what suits you best. I personally enjoy having a Me complex, but only in the comforts of a silent black room with a hanging lightbulb in my head. Respect that you have your own too. "I think, therefore I am" needs no broadcasting, but introspect and understanding.

The greatest mistake and stroke of genius are ironically and concurrently present in a designer's pastiche. Blatant copying sucks more than keeping a mind of your own.

-Miss C.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Need New Lunettes

My geek-chic alert radar has been sent in to hyperdrive. To clarify, it's not a want, but a NEED. So here I am, spoilt for choice. Should I pick Rio or Paris? Choosing a vacation destination should not be a problem, but these Prism glasses - oh- they're from London and a pair comes in an exquisite crystal box. I love their designs, the frames are simple and flattering, angular to complement the round and round to complement the angular. And and and I really want to try them on. Where's the stockist when you need one? Barney's seems to be out, and it is coming soon to Opening Ceremony, but I just can't wait. There are some things you just need to get your hands on, and put them on yo FACE. As with clothing, an accessory has to fit in seamlessly with the whole equation! Secretly, I'm lusting after the zebra horn, but wear it too often and the kitsch factor compounds. How can I resolve the dilemma about colours then? Crystal grey or dark tortoise? I'm somewhat leaning towards the dark tortoise now. (Think...) It's either the Rio in crystal grey or Paris in dark turquoise. They come at 205 pounds a pop. Hmm. There is always the option of getting both, but I will explicitly state here that I would most certainly like a pair as a present. Please!

What do you think? I have eyeballed their handsome blog, but seeing is certainly not believing. FEELING is. Along with seeing. Don't miss out on the feeling.

London in Dark Tortoise Shell (Large, rounded. Also, probably too large for my small head)

Paris in Zebra Horn (Adorably described as coquetteish - tres mignonne!)

Rio in Crystal Grey (Cat eyes. Look smart, think smart, like an architect.)

Jessica Stam rocks this look. So now it changes colour too. Awesome!

Conclusively, unless I can make an informed decision, I shall be trapped in a Pandora's Box situation, where curiosity kills the cat. Not to fear, for there is light at the end of the tunnel, as the cat is survived by her kittens and remaining 8 lives. Time will pass!

-Miss C.

Update: They have some remaining styles at Barney's namely the Rios, Londons, New Yorks... No Paris in sight. Arriving in Opening Ceremony next week!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My wanderlust unfolds into austere deserts and oases

A darkened flaxen,
veiled women,

golden tears,
parfum vials.

Givenchy Fall '09 Haute Couture

Givenchy Men's Spring '10

Wow Riccardo Tisci. I love Morocco. Who can't love this - the palatial prints, the stars, and the ornate hardware. Whittle away the high octane loudness and ostentatious lathering. It's so austere because it's nearly elemental - think topaz, rubies, gold, argentum, silk, burkas. The sidereal and sands whisper that it is time to pave the earth for reserved liberty and the unpretentious. Here's what Mr. Tisci has to say:

More from Christian Lacroix:

Christian Lacroix Fall '09 Haute Couture

Also look out for young Greek designer Mary Katrantzou, whose inspiration came from vintage perfume bottles.

Mary Katrantzou AW '09

I appreciate a fine execution. These collections are very fine indeed. Appreciated.

-Miss C.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Supercolorfragilistic Things

Feel like a disco dancing diva from the 70's x young millennium hybrid. 2009 heralds an evolutionary era. 70's rewind/80's remix/90's edge/00's glam you name it, recycle it.

Marty McFly's 2015 Lenticular Cap

Herve Leger Bandeau Dress

But really, the futuristic thing all started in the 1960's. Wait a minute, maybe not, it was way way before you were born in the 1930s when chivalry was alive and well. Be surprised at how accurate this is. These people were nostradamuses, no joke.

(Wot the heck! cantilever heels! o_O)

As we approach a new decade, the 10's, what distinguishing mark will set it apart from the rest? There's no prediction, or futurism for that matter, just re-creation. That is how colour televisions came about. We call it history, we call it the past, but all of our struggles, mishaps, trials and tribulations really still are concurrent in the present and mapping into future presents. From the beginning of man till now, the fascinating voyage and discovery of new places has had the juice squeezed out it for us technophiliacs to eat in byte sized pieces. We have reached global, cross culture saturation. Forever detreating from single points, we project where we want to be; definitely not here. We get something we lose it. We lose it we want it back, but it can never be found again, as fresh as it used to be. It is now stale and crumbly. The search for a higher plane brings us falling back to the ground. Crawl, repeat. Everywhere our desires renew and morph into something else, they convalesce into an gnarly magmatic mass of blah blah blah, yes! yes! yes!, no no no, hot hot hot, not not not, artistic, fartistic, __Blank__-able, un__Blank__-able. "Look, we like the old and familiar, but surprise me!" Well, panic not, this is the boiling point before sublimation. You know all these trends are gonna implode real soon. This is the tipping point. You got black and white. Now fill in the rest.

-Miss C.

Fitting Room Follies by Karl Lagerfeld

Explicit directing by Mr. Lagerfeld! Lara Stone! Chanel! Choices!

Only 5 minutes of your time to show that dressing up is a game where clothes are the dice and vain excess-ories of repeated inclusion subtraction, ambiguity and elimination, are feats of self-abstracted folly, getting lost in flights of fancy.

LOL at 0:58. 3:30 is the hotness!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Igniting my affections

are these handsome knits from Swedish designer Sandra Backlund from her FW '09/'10 collection. A harmonic wave along the median between complexity and simplicity, her pieces are compelling and completely wearable. They also manage to look utterly comfortable! I can imagine........ Awesome how she worked with the dredges of the tight-fitting body con trend and injected renewed life, volume, and softness into it. Digging those amorphous bumps like the styrofoam packing. Mmmm... Sweet! Tingly! My goosebumps are coming out. And jolts of frissons are shooting through my veins! Aggh!!!

But seriously, I really, really marvel at how she has the skill. With knits you have to work with a more difficult form of technology than the sewing machine, well, obviously the knitting machine. How input into computer without computer fail :( ? Everyone should go watch Space Odyssey, it is poetic, has gorillas and an evil computer called HAL. *Shudder* It shows why mankind will not be replaced by chips and metal. If there ever comes a scheme where they wanna plant a microchip in you for security purposes for example for identification, think twice!

I also like how the photographs are taken. There is a mood of fragility because it's so stark, you are able to see so clearly the beauty in the symmetry. Take care in looking, not to break that. Human versus Machine, HUMAN forms symbiotic relationship with machine, owns machine. HUMAN WIN!!! Again, pictures say thousands of words. FEAST YOUR EYES ON THEM NOW!!!

P.S. Hi Knitting Machine, can I call you KM? I can't wait to meet you when I go to design school, hopefully, we'll have a frightfully good time with you not attacking me with your needly things and have such nice bebes such as these!

-Miss C.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

To go from Vulnerable to Venerable

I am someone who is deeply connected to my emotions. My heart and head have a close relationship! Hmm... Good or bad, we shall discuss. (I also have a creeping suspicion that I would actually enjoy studying psychology… but that's besides the point.) Normally I would talk in a positive tone, but ain’t it hard to get through to people without talking negatively? Here’s an exercise, try not saying, that’s not nice, not working, not good, not ___fill blank here___ for a whole day, and grade yourself.

First of all, let me tell you what I am not. I will not wind up talking about a concept, telling other people that they know there is such a thing as this particular concept, classifying a situation into this bracket or that branch, without explaining why I brought up the concept by showing through example. Communication is a two-way street. You may be quick on your feet to mention, ya know, I think it’s a (for instance), conspiracy theory… Yeah well I can understand, to demonstrate you know the specifics is pretty empowering. But that just makes you knowledgeable. You also, probably have, a good memory and have become such an expert at employing mnemonic devices. Good on your frontal lobe though! If I really needed the name of something, I would have gone to a library, where I can check the characteristics of a phenomenon, google or find the word, say ‘Science!’ and forget about it. It is one thing to be knowledgeable, but to apply that knowledge for further argument and henceforth a conclusion would be more useful.

A picture says a 1000 words

Now, here’s what I would do. I would say, ya know, I think it’s a conspiracy theory.... Why? OK. You need the facts.... Because of all these incidents that have been popping up, and questionable evidence... Therefore I feel and infer that there is a possibility they may be working in cahoots. I feel that it is wrong because people have the right to know the truth!

So, what separates people from walking wikipedias? We may reply instantly, nitpick away, but a question I love to ask is, “So what? So what? Sooooo what? Soooo what what what what what what what…….” And till I get to the bottom of it, I cannot rest. I keep going till it’s so blindingly true, it hurts. Then, I can finally screech to a stop. When I can’t be bothered to feel something about the situation, I will not come up with the words to substantiate my feelings, because there is none to begin with. But it’s totally alright to admit you haven't heard of it or you do not care!

So what? You are not a robot. You are not an on/off switch. You do not run on electricity. But blood, food, water and the Sun. You are a human (NSFW). You make mistakes. You do not know everything. You have the human touch and you have feelings (unless you are a psychopath like Jack the Ripper). I don’t believe that if a concept doesn't have a term, and can't be formed into a sentence with the available vocabulary, it doesn't exist. Let me rephrase, I believe that if a concept lacks the words to express it currently, it may still exist if you seek to create it. Give it form. Give it shape. So that it becomes more tangible, you know, visible, touchable. Test the theories, break them down or build them up. Otherwise, how did cavemen begin to speak? Who invented those Chinese words? They look like pictures man! Or who thought of cheongsams and decided to put those heavenly mythical dragons on them, and why do they look so oriental? Or how about xiao long baos? What wonderful soup bursting goodness!

Your word is your bond. Make sure that when you say something, it serves a purpose, because you feel for it. Do you have to list down reasons 1 2 3 and 4 and name them for the way you feel? Maybe it’d be too late then. Trust your gut. Your brain tells you when the red flags are up because it’s helping you connect the dots. Maybe you’ve been through an event like this before, or maybe, someone or someTHING has been sending vibes to you!

What is that?

Now that was just the introduction. I will become very feely and vague now, because I’ll be approaching a rather new agey topic. As you may have noticed, I love talking about brains. It’s where the magic happens. Where something comes out of nothing. Do you believe your brains can transmit energy to inanimate objects? Right now the brain it is making me type: this may be weird, but I have a feeling that inanimate objects possess an energy. Are neurons responsible? Ever lost your phone or your iPod and said you missed it? (For the smart alecs, it’s called Animism. Easily Googleable) Have you ever experienced messing around by kicking or throwing an inanimate object like furniture only for it to bounce back and come SMACK like a boomerang? Then, you might just ADORE these bracelets from Ettika. They are 18 k gold, and really hippie. The charms are fawsome! They wrap around your wrist and stuff. I am defo a wrap bracelet fan. I just love those dangly beads and stringy thingies. Now we’re talking. These are the concepts we should be more concerned about. Qualities! Like love, hearts, peace, joy, luck, hope, and freedom! SO WHAT is the point of all this garrulous gabbing? Before you say shut up, take a gander at ‘em. Then, instead of being all confused and whoa! You’d be like, WHOA!


Self Confidencey

Greeny Goldey Beadey

Egyptianey Handey

Purpley Violetey Heartey Circley Peacey


Neoney Happey
Aquaey Watery Eyeballey Keyey

INTERMISSION: OMG someone please buy me one >.<

Life is full of abundance, just go out and grab the opportunities and RUN FREE! They come in so many colours and designs I am just spoilt for choice. Stop hating and live happily ever after! And if you meet perverts, run faster! Save the animals and mankind! Do unto others what you would have them do unto you. Nip the nitpicking this instant and love one another, be humble, respect others and they will respect you too! Can you feel it?

-Miss C.