The start of something new

There are roughly four seasons de fashion in a year, not to mention the resort and pre-fall events that meddle in between. Let me just say fashion is like one big insomniac. It's an on going phenomenon where people within the industry, not to forget ordinary people like you and me, need to take their daily hit. The importance of having very few gaps between fashion seasons are to reduce these withdrawal symptoms. If fashion folk are deprived from runway shows over a long period of time, their sartorial addiction suddenly hits cold turkey. Personally speaking it isn't very pretty. We simply need one little taste to take our edge off. For us ordinary folk, this will leaves us temporarily calm and cool until reality triumphs and your left at Holt Renfrew with your dream shoes snatched out of your arms because of a declined credit card. What do you mean my limit is only $500? Whereas celebrities, editors and other big shots in the industry can easily purchase four of the same kind of Prada shoes. That being said I like to think we ordinary people fight the fight a lot harder. No worries, stay strong. Even if we cannot inherit or afford big ticket items, we are at least given a glimpse in the inside world. With modern day technology we are just as informed and "in the loop" as any other editor in chief that sits in the fore front next to random celebrities like Willow Smith or Julianne Moore. We can just as well if not better spot a woman on the street all dolled up in Marc Jacobs. Precisely! We are the underground fashion gurus. Wow is it just me or was that bone chilling?

Now. A major downside with modern day fashion are the fair shares of redundancies and deja-vus. Out there are many variations of the same thing. We've all seen it. And I'm not solely referring to runway trends hitting mainstream stores like Zara. This also includes runway to runway. I swear i've seen the bright pink suede Phillip Lim overalls at Isabel Marant. Or Vice versa? Essentially it's difficult to pin point something "brand new" or completely original. Though once you find something you know you've never seen before you treat it like a pot of gold. Not the chocolate. Pirate gold. Par exemple, one  day I was surfing the inter web when I discovered the brand Ellery. Whilst skimming through their lookbook I begin to hyperventilate and hallucinate and shout "I've found it I've found it!" I've found only the greatest thing to mankind, the evolution of homeless chic. Now that is something that's right up my alley.

This level of homeless chic stumps perfectly long legs and leaves behind frayed fabric on garments. I know I say this too often but I actually mean it this time. "It's like looking into a mirror". Only this once I'm not using any clever shortening illusions like silky flared leg warmers. Seriously world, it's about time for something new.

You see this. This right here. This is a revolutionary trend where every pair of feet are treated equally. It doesn't matter if you are in $1000 Louboutin or sneakers you found in the dumpster (Kidding. I mean random front lawn...that's worse.) because above it all, all you really see are a stupendous pair of fancy bags around your legs. I beg of you, please do try this at home.

Until next time,

Didi

Ebony & Ivory

It's funny how one's personal style evolves at the same rate as worldwide media hits like gangnam style or the harlem shake. I think we can address the elephant in the room, I'm talking about me. My extravagant shopping sprees entail a few hours in a goodwill Neiman Marcus where I spend a maximum of 20 dollars or I like to believe I binge on Miu Miu shoes and Haider Ackermann everything. Let's get back. Minutes after my transaction at the local Goodwill near you I realize that the one trophy item, the J. Crew cashmere sweater had dried up vomit on the back of the neckline. Then it hit me, I'm stuck with this vomit for all of eternity. And there I thought these fools in the store have missed an opportunity of a lifetime with this J.Crew sweater. It turns out I was the real patsy. Aside from the crusty dried up vomit, I was contemplating whether the sweater was me now, me two years ago or me in future time. Something didn't feel right. With this realization I toss away the cashmere along with my other purchases in the garbage parking lot. Now, this clearly demonstrates the rate at which my style changes form. Wow was complete exaggeration or what? Alright for those who personally know me are aware that I am NOT capable of throwing away any of my personal belongings, especially specimens of my wardrobe. I'm a hoarder. One must pay the consequences of having an incredibly expensive disease. So even if I'm completely torn apart with a particular piece in my wardrobe, I'll keep it. Why? Because I know I'll like it again one day and when that day comes, I'll have saved a few bucks. So in the end I win.

 Though I've decided to take a hold on purchasing over the top pieces that I know I will lose interest over a few days. My most recent or not so recent strategy while on the hunt involves stocking up on black or white garments that are not so bling bling (WHA?) where I am able to create endless combinations of outfits. Pieces that I would never hang on the bad side of my closet. Pieces that I am guaranteed to get my moneys worth. You might be thinking, the girl lost it. She's absolutely boring. I can change your mind though. It's editorial spreads like these below that make black, white and grey come to life. Once you see these combination of Chloe, Donna Karan and Celine you'll forget what colour even means.

Also note the knotty dread hair that suddenly became cool and hip. I feel like I started this once upon a time when I had long hair. It's as if I was looking into a mirror.

Oh the joy.

Until next time,

Didi

Milan to go please.

Paris Fashion Week (PFW) is on the cusp of bidding their adieu to the world and closing the usual month long fashion extravaganza or I like to put it as "shutting down" until the cycle starts all over again. I like to believe my word is my bond so on that note today's agenda will include my personal dissection of Milan Fashion Week (MFW) like I promised way back when. Yes. MFW is old news. It's no surprise that I'm still a city behind but you already know that. So bare with me, let's dive in.

It never occurred to me how disconnected I always seem to feel with MFW. They speak a language that I don't really understand. Don't get me wrong. Milan designers are magnificent creators, legends even though I do not feel that ummph like I do when I go through LFW. It's not a bad thing. Every city rocks out their own way and I admire that.

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy a SINGLE show throughout Milan or else there wouldn't be a story to write. A handful of designers in Milan always have a way to make me believe that I can look somewhat homeless and chic simultaneously. And this makes me very happy. Shall we turn this story around? In the midst of sensual desirable women MFW symbolizes so perfectly lies a handful of rebellious designers that like to march to the beat of their own drum. A drum that sounds pretty awful to the point where it almost sounds good. You feel me? These designers do not entirely "fall out" with the rest of MFW but they truly stand apart.

Jil Sander


No. 21

Max Mara
Camel and charcoal were the real stars at Max Mara. They really did something right this season.

Fendi
Holy macaroons! Do you see what I see? Fur mullets. This is good stuff.

Gabriele Colangelo
There's no doubt in my mind that this was by far my favourite show in MFW. I want it all.

Marni


I'm off.

Bye.

Until next time,

Didi