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You know me, always hating on Drake. And although I’ll spare you diehard ovo’s my reasonings, I have to say this song embodies my entire summer. Lazy days tanning on the rooftop, to hot nights sweating on the dance floor. Summer breezes, yachts, docks, ice cream patios, islands, ferris wheels, prosecco evenings, and holding hands. Obviously, I am beyond excited to share the music video – especially because ASAP ROCKY has a cameo appearance – holler!
Three things I need from this collection: the sandals aka “Jesus Birkenstocks”, the silk screened sweatshirts of full moons and the custom made leather that is dyed to look like bleached denim – in either dress or blazer counterpart. I’d be happier with both. Bravo, Mr. Lee, this collection is super wearable and oh-so Scandinavian chic.
The possibilities are endless. Nighttime reveals latent dreams of couture and high heels. In my mind, it’s the spark of excitement – dressing up to go out like a transformation from monotony to fantastic. I asked myself who I wanted to be that night. A lady with lots of secrets. A leather dress that stuck like a second skin. A disguise. A reprise, even. For I’ve been here before, acting out a venomous slither of long legs and black lashes through the night.
This whole talk about Miranda Kerr, blonde wig and nip slip, playing legendary Italian porn star Cicciolina in the September issue of V Magazine has got me thinking about the real thing. Miranda did an awesome job playing the part, especially in conveying a precociousness that is not unlike the above picture where Ciccolina is rumoured to have been 16 years old. Don’t you dare Google recent pictures of her, I want us to remember or become acquainted with Cicciolina just as she is in this photograph: a paragon of male fantasy as perpetuated – to this day – by Italian media; a surefire anomaly when it comes to the sexual objectification of women on television, movies and cellphone commercials. This is by no means a criticism of it, just an observation and tip of the hat to Ciccolina, who may I say, had killer style with that Buone Vacanze graphic tee and floral crown back in the day.
Fall is around the corner and I’ve begun to source images that remind me what I want to look like in the upcoming months. It’s not very easy to look effortlessly stylish, often a lot of pre-planning and recon is vital to fashion supremacy. Disorder is the underbelly of dressing well, even if the very look we are trying to achieve is disorderly. Does that make sense or am I getting too semantic this morning? Nonetheless, I like this look because there is really no “order” to it. A studded belt from at least five season’s ago, the gaudy statement necklaces stacked right, a braid, masculine timepiece with a leather band – such disparate pieces. Her jeans look faded and her blouse is diaphanously feminine. I can’t figure out what the underlying organizational element is and that’s just what makes this look so aesthetically pleasing. You can’t put your finger on it, and you probably couldn’t duplicate it without looking all wrong. It’s a fleeting moment in style, which thankfully, someone captured in a photograph. This is enigmatic inspiration.
Or should I say, Caroline Sieber von Westenholz? Her recent wedding was featured in the September 2013 issue of Vogue as The Wedding of the Year – look out, Klout score! She is formally referred to as a Chanel brand ambassador and Karl, himself, made her wedding dress. Of course, Laetitia Crahay had a hand at the veil and so on and so forth. Privilege at its apogee. Seriously, I’ve been following her on instagram for a few months now and it’s all St. Tropez to me.
She lives in a castle and dresses as though she had every runway collection at her fingertips. All her clothes look brand new, too. Poppin’ tags. (Never mind tags I swear she drinks champagne for breakfast). Her life is most assuredly a charmed one. Picking street style proved difficult, however, because Caroline sometimes looks too affected, as though the clothes were laid out for her the night before by a Chanel-bot. I tried to select the few outfits that have a bit more movement to them. Something common folk might aspire to, if not dare to imitate whilst feeling ballsy one afternoon in a couture daydream. Read the rest of this entry »