Pretty icy stuff at Paris Fashion Week for Ready to Wear Fall 2010. I say this not only because Karl Lagerfeld imported an iceberg from Sweden to get his “global warming” message across to the world, but that’s what the feel was. Not caveman, not rudimentary, simplistic fashion, but rather a truly wild, earthy, and roughly hairy trends coming out of Paris. and i will always truly believe that the greatest ideas will come from Paris. the thinkers are making love in Paris, and truly digging up the roots of mankind and dressing us up for, the definition of “Big Foot” according to Wikipedia (here here), a combination of folklore, misidentification, and hoax.

what was up the sleeves at Louis Vuitton? i say, look up to the hills. Not no H-Wood, but Little House on the Prairie. Lots of bell skirts, waisted dresses, tailored mini jackets (but definitely no mini skirts), and absolutely no glitz and glamour. No time to party, it’s time to get back to that simple, country elegance. and hot lazy daze~days. while the models walked in circles around a lavish fountain, the sunglasses worn still argued classic style and scaled up the bland colors. Occasional color at the end, but almost with a watercolor touch. Not too much to disrupt the flow. The Ingalls have pre-oredered 2 of each. also not very excited about the plaid, the turtle necks, the to-the-ankle length skirts, and lace. SO BORED with that already. 

Welcome back to the turtle neck and please give a warm applause to collars, from Miu Miu. 
Black, orange, yellow, and a hint of suttle gold but with raised collars and hair, we find the marvelous masculinity and neglected Annie Halls within. but it’s certainly not the work collar, the business suit, the trouser or the power suit, it’s the collar. There were some beak-like, thin collars, baby doll worthy. And then there were some bows, tied loosely resembling jump rope. Although very school girl authentic, it identified the sassy all black wearing, serious business woman incorrectly.

But the humorous deception was played beautifully by, ahh no surprise here, Chanel. Did i mention there was an iceberg there? Models walking on ice within floating water? Underlying global warming and earth’s water supply? And while all of this was environmentally astounding, it aroused the survival instinct and natural inclination of “what will i be wearing?”. Apparently we’re going to be borrowing clothes from eskimos, tribes, Big Foot, and the Abominable Snowman. Fur is king, all shades of brown, white, boots, pantyhose, but some bare legs here and there (tan from frost bite of course), grays, thick, knits, and grandpa sweaters. Mmm, i know i’ll be toasty and yet wild at the same time. But for the one realistic trend that retail is going to go absolutely bananas for will be WHITE PANTYHOSE. 

There was all kinds of yellow at Chloe, and why not? It serves as camouflage. But not for this urban jungle we all seemed to be mixed up in these past few seasons, it’s more of a phenomenal climate shift that we seem to be having. Like a few stifled, hot days in September. and windy weeks in October and November. more than suitable. Such movement in all the pieces, and a swagger… we’ve all been looking for it.

and now we go to catching dreams with J.P.G. (naughty Jean Paul Gaultier)… tough as nails, bullet proof. All outfits were reminiscent of global unity within fashion! African prints, pea coats, cowboy boots, Masai jewelry, Mexican prints, etc. I saw Attila the Hun in these outfits. Something bold, gritty, and tore my limps apart. Gaultier didn’t sweep me off my feet this time, he ripped me apart. In a glorious way. The clothes gave feelings of barbarism, humility, simplicity, admiration, complexity, and overall, TRIUMPH. this concludes the most wonderful week in Paris. Previews of fashion in fall 2010.

lately i have been greatly interested in the the Wildfox Couture collections. WELL THEY JUST CAME OUT WITH SPRING 2010. and the campaign is absolutely beautiful. The photography for past collections and this one is stellar and done by the ever more talented Emir Eralp. You can check out his photos on his website. But here were my favorite photos from past collections (and the brand new one is here:):

(i love wildfox)

(Ben Trovato)

but there was my favorite photoshoot of all, which was a stroke of genius by the creators at Wildfox Couture, which was for Summer 2009 and shot by Lauren Ward. You can see some of her work and pictures on her website. Take a look at the collection and see if you don’t agree:

(Ben Trovato blog)

last but not least, here’s the new promo video for their Spring 2010 line and enjoy! By the way, the model with the black hair in this is that girl that’s in the City. the one who’s boyfriend was also a model and would cheat on her and do shady shit like that to her (even in Miami when everyone of their friends noticed!).
these weeks have been not as hectic as i predicted. my activities have been dominated by work and blogging and just plain old trying to keep my sanity as i know that working a lot can take over my mind and my attitude. i’m trying to save up my money and the more money i make, the prouder i am over myself. because i earned that and i am saving for the things ineed and not necessarily that i just want. it feels SO GOOD to get paid.
i think about when Brennan wanted to take a break and i don’t really remember how he told me he wanted to but i remember it involved him telling me he wasn’t going to move out with me and i remember i had a hard time swallowing that information. but i was thinking about it today, walking around at work putting clothes away and i thought about the things he says, that are mean. Like when he gets mad that i ask him to to the dishes when it’s his turn on the schedule or he did not remember and he has to do them anyway but he puts it off till the next day. i understand he doesn’t like to wash dishes but i don’t either and i still have to get it done. i still have to do things that i don’t want. why because i live here too. i have to contribute and i am obliged to my responsibilities. there is no one that’s going to pick up after me, or for the sake of this topic, after us. After having argued for the 59 millionth time about his responsibilities and chores around the house and his difficulty with actually doing them, he has the urgency to say such epically hurtful things that he has absolutely no right to speak of. it had to do with my family and then when i speak with him about work he makes me feel like i’m too bad of a person with too bad of an attitude to be more responsible or have more responsibilities at work and that stings. It stings because who is he to say anything about that? especially when it’s so important to me? I thought about that at work. I also thought about what really bothers me is that he is sort of critical, and that he shouldn’t necessarily be that way or even convey himself to me that way. i started to tear up, mostly because it sucks and i have to tell him that it sucks. sometimes he doesn’t talk. sometimes (actually most of the time now) when we go out he just stays quiet and doesn’t say anything and just eats and i try to talk and he doesn’t do anything. and it really is making me mad and anxious and i really sometimes just feel like punching him in the stomach and moving out and never having been engaged because i don’t understand. but i shouldn’t say things like that because i’m not even trying to understand.

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