call me old-fashioned but i don’t think chanel temp tats would pass coco muster…

why is it what was once a perfectly serviceable joke in a ben stiller movie eventually apparently inevitably becomes a thing in real life?…

the prada book, meant to showcase polymorphous creativity, is all kinds of nonsense. $150 for imagery that is neither original at this point or even transcendent of the brand is fucking highway robbery for a house that really needs to look at itself with a better set of eyes than that of impressed outsiders looking in. where are the roots? where are the risks? where are the clothes?!

just learned of lee mcqueen’s passing, from apparent suicide at his london home, and i am not quite sure why i feel so sad… is it because he was, in fashion terms, a loud voice that yelled out the learned rules and did what he thought was true? maybe. is it because it is shocking that a 40 year-old man at the height of his talent and success could see no other way out of his quiet misery? probably. a little over a week ago, his mother died, and, as i have heard some people do, he wept for her. still, as if insta-psychiatry it provides might be enough, he tweeted “but life must go on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” apparently, he had a change of heart. what is it that happens which leads one to consider that way out. we have manufactured systems so deep in order for us to feel comfortable in our own lives that it suddenly becomes impossible to cope with the infinite layers of pain once the we take a peek behind whatever curtain you have drawn to achieve aforementioned bliss. this is crazy. rest in peace mr. mcqueen.

french connection uk, they of fcuk fame, have just launched a new campaign highlighting their new principled spokesperson, the man. designed to be one i would want to be, the one that, as a french man myself, i should probably be had i not be thrown away from the country 20 years ago for lack of smoking, eating red meat and not relying on either lunch or history to build self-esteem. of course, i can’t help but be reminded of the dos equis campaign and, antithetically, of the dumb man wave that is slowly sweeping over us. where are we men going? should we aspire for inexplicable smugness or simply do what we’re told in the hope of a reward? as someone for whom advertising is gospel, i feel confused, you know, just like when you read the real bible. (via animal)

you know, for once, i was going to give the campana brothers and moss a pass on this one. fact is, stitching hundreds of lacoste crocodiles together into a shirt is pretty fucking cool and i wouldn’t mInd gett… SAY WHAT?!!! $5000? FIVE FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A T-SHIRT YOU DEVOLVED MARKETERS OF OVER-DESIGNED MOUNTAIN GOAT SHIT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IS THIS WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING NOW YOU BLOATED SELF-IMPORTANT SKULL-FUCKERS OF TASTE AND DIGNITY?! EXCUSE ME? FOR THAT PRICE, IT’S ONE-SIZE-FITS-ALL?!!???!!! SO, IF I UNDERSTAND CORRECTLY, “LAURA” CAN’T GET ONE OF THESE TO CONGRATULATE HERSELF AFTER HAVING BLOWN HER STICKING RICH HUSBAND INTO GIVING A BILLION DOLLARS TO CHARITY THIS YEAR BECAUSE SHE COULDN’T LOSE ALL THE BABY WEIGHT AFTER GIVING BIRTH TO THE TRIPLETS? REALLY, THIS IS IT? THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE DOING NOW? AND YOU DARE DESCRIBE YOUR PRODUCT WITH A LONG DESCRIPTION ABOUT HOW THESE $5000 T-SHIRTS WERE MADE BY A COOPERATIVE OF CRAFTSWOMEN AND THEIR FAMILIES AT COOPA-ROCA, A WORK COOPERATIVE IN BRAZIL WHO PROBABLY CHARGED YOU $50 PER SHIRT WHICH YOU ARE NOW SELLING WHAT? FOR FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS!!!! IS THIS POSSIBLE? IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING??!?!?!!?!!?!…

i used to love you… LOVE. you. we done.

why is it that when brands talk about heritage, it is ever solely in regards to campaigns or brand identity but never the product of their labor? are we sick yet of luxury outfits bamboozling us into perceiving them one way or another, depending on the season, but giving the clothes the shaft in terms of fitting within that vision? i am. exception made for tom ford’s tenure, of course… does the designer who wants to praise the 60s, as gucci does now, actually research stitch patterns, fabrics, fit in order to make the clothes feel like they belong within the homaged era or is it just the black and white archival photography? my fear and disappointment is that it is the latter, leaving us to imbue mere bullied feelings into the clothes, you know, what they ask money for. it’s not enough.

the wonderfully expressive portfolio of aneta bartos reminds me of the inimitable (under penalty of child pornography laws) photographer david hamilton or the sublime cowboy kate by the late sam haskins. her way of looking at life is old-fashioned in all the right ways. sure, the vintage grading adds to the mood but i’m talking more about the poses, the choices of models, the clothes, the locations, all conspiring to making images that stick, if for a moment, in a world of photography that favors ephemera over meaning. beautiful.

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ok, fine, the louboutin cat burglar barbie turns me on. no shame zone.

glorious ad for damaris directed by justin anderson and showcasing what survey said women did most of the chores wearing… obviously.