After buying basically the entire collection of Sonia Rykiel for H&M underwear I realized how incredibly elegant her aesthetic is. I am now using her pre-fall 2010 collection as inspiration for all my days in New York.
Red lipstick, wrap coats, ankle boots/heels, chunky socks, brown hair up, pleated woolen dresses & thick stripes.
AHHH oh my
I am so enticed
(the best part of this song is at 2:30min)
TO walk along Broadway in the lower east side to see Uniqlo, get Pink Berry & browse Sephora
For 34-38th street (garment district) to pick up buttons, drop samples off at So Youngs and get a hides of leather for sleeves.
Lunch at Bottego with Tracy & Kai - number 2 - prosciutto on olive bread
A dress to play a quick game of chess with the homeless men in Union Square, or to buy a plate decorated with real marijuana leaves in enamel
For an afternoon at the Met with Miro & Manet.....matching with the yellow cab that would drive me from the frozen lake at Central Park to find out where the ducks go in the wintertime
For dinner at Uppudo with Robert, Kopi & Ira with Plum wine and lemon juice
An outfit to play pool with Moses at Max fish with $3 PABS and Australian football players
This outfit would be perfect for vintage shopping at Beacons Closet in Williamsburg
To hang out with Thom Browne on Valentines day <3 before the menswear show on Monday
For catching the blue line subway from one side of Manhattan to the other solely because the book you're reading is so addictive that you can't get off
And the last and final look of love (for Sonia)
The outfit to come home in; for a midnight visit to a Safety Boy for kisses
spent the whole night watching jersey shore with Andy, Scotty, Brooke (her last day here :(), Michelle & Tracy. It snowed this morning and on the way to lunch I had a snow fight with the Thom Browne boys. I've gotta admit.... W A N N A S T A Y F O R E V E R especially if I can listen to this song ALL THE TIME. PS: JD SALINGER DIED TODAY, HOW INSANE THAT I WAS THINKING OF HIM SO MUCH YESTERDAY- I WANTED TO CALL HIM AND ASK HIM WHAT HAPPENS TO HOLDEN CAUFIELD BUT I WAS TOO LATE- NOW HE'S DEAD. THIS HAS MADE ME THINK ec
THOUSANDS OF LITTLE KIDS, AND NOBODY'S AROUND- NOBODY BIG, I MEAN-EXCEPT ME. AND I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE OF SOME CRAZY CLIFF. WHAT I HAVE TO DO, I HAVE TO CATCH SOMEBODY IF THEY START TO GO OVER THE CLIFF- I MEAN IF THEY'RE RUNNING AND THEY DON'T LOOK WHERE THEY;RE GOING I HAVE TO COME OUT FROM SOMEWHERE AND CATCH THEM. THATS ALL I'D DO ALL DAY. I'D JUST BE THE CATCHER IN THE RYE AND ALL. I KNOW IT'S CRAZY, BUT THAT'S THE ONLY THING I'D REALLY LIKE TO BE. I KNOW IT'S CRAZY.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. I was flunking four subjects and not applying myself and all. They gave me frequent warning to start applying myself-but I didn't do it. So I got the ax. Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on top of that stupid hill. Boy, was I feeling peculiar. Then I stated wondering like a bastard what the one sitting next to me, that taught English, thought about, being a nun and all, when she read certain books for English. Books not necessarily with a lot of sexy stuff in them, but books with lovers and all in them. Take old Eustacia Vye, in The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy. She wasn't too sexy or anything, but even so you cant help wondering what a nun maybe thinks about when she reads about old Eustacia. I didn't say anything, though, naturally. Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Like you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys tht get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, of even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring- So I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody, most of them, and maybe they're secretly all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me. Then, just to show you how crazy I am, when we were coming out of this big clinch, I told her I loved her and all. It was a lie, of course, but the thing is, I meant it when I said it. I'm crazy. I swear to God I am. If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more. Truer word was never spoken, boy. I mean do you hate it? I know it's a terrific bore, but do you hate it, is what I mean. The Great Gatsby, Old Gatsby. Old sport. That killed me. Some guy next to me was snowing hell out of the babe he was with. He kept telling her she had aristocratic hands. That killed me. I can never get really sexy- I mean really sexy-with a girl I don't like a lot. I mean I have to like her a lot. If I don't, I sort of lose my goddam desire for her and all. Boy, it really screws up my sex life something awful. My sex life stinks. > When I'm drunk, I'm a madman. Witty bastard. All I ever meet is witty bastards. I figured I'd go by that little lake and see what the hell the ducks were doing, see if they were around or not. I still didn't know if they were around or not.
WHAT WE COULD DO IS, TOMORROW MORNING WE COULD DRIVE UP TO MASSACHUSETTS AND VERMONT, AND ALL AROUND THERE, SEE. IT'S BEAUTIFUL AS HELL UP THERE. IT REALLY IS. I WAS GETTING EXCITED AS HELL, THE MORE I THOUGHT OF IT, AND I SORT OF REACHED OVER AND TOOK OLD SALLY'S GODDAM HAND. WHAT A GODDAM FOOL I WAS. NO KIDDING. I HAVE ABOUT A HUNDRED AND EIGHTY BUCKS IN THE BANK. I CAN TAKE IT OUT WHEN IT OPENS IN THE MORNING, AND THEN I COULD GO DOWN AND GET THIS GUY'S CAR. NO KIDDING. WE'LL STAY IN THESE CABIN CAMPS AND STUFF LIKE THAT TILL THE DOUGH RUNS OUT, I COULD GET A JOB SOMEWHERE AND WE COULD LIVE SOMEWHERE WITH A BROOK AND ALL AND, LATER ON, WE COULD GET MARRIED OR SOMETHING. I COULD CHOP ALL OUR OWN WOOD IN THE WINTERTIME AND ALL. HONEST TO GOD, WE COULD HAVE A TERRIFIC TIME! WUDDAYA SAY? C'MON! WUDDAYA SAY? WILL YOU DO IT WITH ME? PLEASE!
Last night I was at a bar and met a man. He told me he worked in "mergers and acquisitions" (all New Yorkers work in fashion or finance)
"YES" I SAID, "MURDERS AND EXECUTIONS!" (LOVES IT!) ONE MORE THING OFF MY HUGE TO DO LIST OF NEW YORK ACCOMPLISHED genuine American Psycho moment
Sarah G took me to a store called UNIQLO- JIL SANDER just finished a capsule collection for them.....IT IS INCRED MAN. AND CHEAP! luxury will be simplicity purity in design, beauty and comfort for all quality for the people basics are the common language the future is here - J
The store is gigantic- and set out beautifully over 3 levels of high ceilings and pristine white walls and floors. Everything is basic, cheap and high quality- its like American apparel's god and heaven- its the ultimate store for style because it is not branded, not highly designed, and therefore all the onus is on you! Freedom of expression is a rare thing in fashion I think the more and more I work on it, people are so driven by branding and 'looks' and trends that they forget that each item that they put on can be layered to create an individual--
SPEAKING OF FUTURE- CHECK OUT ALEXANDER WANG*STAR'S TAKE ON FUTURE SPORTSWEAR. woah
and my favourite Alexander- Mr McQueen (his latest campaign)
and Balenciaga----that guy from uni who got tricked into buying 10 meter long zips should have kept them and done this- zips from neck to cuff along sleeve- impractical and technically a method of constriction- BUT OH SO DIVINE- DELIME
and Alber oh you are so so incred
So I just got home from a Japanese restaurant where I drank Plum wine & ate Ramen with eggs & pork & spoons as big as bowls! When I was in the bathroom I got really freaked out because I heard this big rumbling noise and felt the ground shake and the walls move and thought that maybe New York had been blown up, and ended up going back to the table and asking the boys what it was.... THE SUBWAY TRAINS WERE BEHIND THE WALL. WTF (in a bathtub that was for sale on the street on the way home) WTF wtf is this life? this is gold this is a gold life we're living even if its all matching and parallel EC
Just went for a run with Fernando- the professional major legue baseball player that I basically share a room with- beacuse there is a gigantic hole in the wall where our land lord has put a collection of cactus's and dinosaur statues. he plays for the Tampa Bay Rays and is pretty funny, he comes from New York and its the off season now so he just lounges around and smokes alot of weed. _____________________________________________________________________________ THIS IS OUR LAND LORD TRADON= HE IS INSANE THINGS HE HAS DONE RECENTLY THAT ACCOUNT FOR THIS NAME: 1. not saying anything at a bar except screaming "SANGRITA" at the counter- which ended up in shots of salsa & pesto & some freaky drug that made me vomit purple and pink and all kinds of beautiful colours 2. FALLING ASLEEP ON OUR KITCHEN FLOOR-=WHEN HE DOESNT EVEN LIVE HERE- WITH BOILED EGGS AND CHEESE ALL AROUND HIM AND COKE ALL OVER THE COUNTER AND FACE. ARGH 3. Throwing a party at our house on saturday night, BRINGING OYSTERS AT 8PM, went to get some lemon NEVER CAME BACK.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 4. Wetting the bed from being so drunk with our roommate TRACEY. HE PEED ON HER. omg 5. wearing a tophat and scarf around his waist ALL THE TIME, and swaying to music at every opportunity- even when there is no music- or he's at the supermarket buying more oysters- OR EVEN BEING ASLEEP WHILE THE RADIO IS ON PLAYING SOUL MUSIC. SO TO COUNTERACT ALL THIS MADDNESS HERE ARE THE LOVELY AUSTRALIANS I SPENT THE FIRST FEW WEEKS WITH; Andy, Sarah & Jackson I have to go now and get some free Jamersons from DBA bar on North 7th, last night we went and got free pickled sandwitches & hot acai apple cider with spiced rum. YUM OH YUM xoxoxo E-2-THE-C __________________________________________
Hello Cyber world! Back in Oz I spray painted some of my dads ex-girlfriends shoes that I snuck from her garbage bin and am wearing them all the time in New York! They are pretty simple boots with elastic at the heel and the height is perfect, not a high heel to feel too lanky in the subway when it sways under the Hudson River, and not small enough to feel odd wearing ankle cropped boots with my large disgusting biker calves. bahaa.
A photo from THE BRYANT PARK! WOAH! Where there is an ice-skating rink for christmas and lots of little children fall over, soon they will clear it all up and start preparing for NEW YORK FASHION WEEK, YES OH YES! I applied for a job working as a promoter for FIJI water so that I could get unlimited backstage passes to all the shows....we'll see how that goes!
(I love the street art everywhere, its like the entire world has gone against advertising and paints over everything, maybe its all inpsired by Supreme? This was taken on Bedford Ave, Williamsburg, just around the corner from where I live, I love walking past it everyday on the way to work!)
Starting to think that posting every day little bits and pieces is way more fun and maybe more entertaining for you Meliss-Bliss and Vlad and Melissa Tan(my 3 readers <3)
Photoshoot from a few months ago, where the dress and jacket have been cut to fit a chair. The jacket is exactly the dimentions of the back of the chair, with the shoulders displaced higher on the neck and padded so that it can also be put on the body. The dress draping at the front is the same dimentions as the chair seat, and the length of the legs.
