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Crimes of Botox

I’m always up for a good did-they-or-didn’t-they plastic surgery feature, like this one from the Daily News. And I’m always surprised to see somebody like Cindy Crawford—who can afford the best and presumably knows who to ask—with a face full of really bad botox or fillers. When you’re Cindy Crawford, you need somebody who, after a sufficient number of injections, thinks, This is Cindy Crawford’s face; I’d better not fuck it up, then puts down the needle and calls it a day.

Posted on April 24th, 2012 17 Comments

Maybe let’s just not ask models body-image questions anymore

Somebody might want to look into getting Natalia here some media training

British Vogue threw a big New Yorker-style festival in London over the weekend at which, according to The Cut,  there was no shortage of notable moments.

  • A famous model said, “Come on guys, it’s better to be skinny than to be fat,” and didn’t stop there.
  • Stella McCartney revealed herself to be pretty funny.
  • Tom Ford, usually such a gentleman, was a touch impertinent.
  • And Burberry’s Christopher Bailey, who always seemed pretty charming, came off quite well. Always nice to know it’s not an act.

Also:  if you’re interested, British Vogue’s website has a fun and rather lengthy street style slideshow from the event. And I like this shorter one  from The Guardian too, because they captured a kind of fascinating—much more real world—cross-section of Fashion Followers.

Posted on April 23rd, 2012

Why do celebrities dress so extra-special crazy at rock festivals?

Is nobody calling bullshit on poor Emma Roberts?

Recently, I made an editorial decision to leave all analysis of  famous people and their loony wardrobe choices to the The Fug Girls. They created the genre; they mastered it; I bow to perfection. And yet I’m going to break my rule just this once, because this Stylelist slideshow of backstage types at Coachella is just too astounding. It’s like these ladies showed up in  costume. Almost as though, having presumably given the stylist the day off, they put on their actress hats and thought: “If I were playing a groupie at a rock festival, what would Wardrobe dress me in?”  and went with that.

 

Posted on April 23rd, 2012 8 Comments

Shopping for pretend: Ssense

Ssense  is pretty much the most coolest thing to come out of Canada since maybe ever. The aesthetic is very  Downtown Girl of Means, with $6000 Balmain gowns existing alongside $165 APC shifts, because that’s how fancy girls roll. I’m very, very grateful that there is no physical version of Ssense it in my neighborhood, or anywhere in my city. Because if that were the case, I might very well be digging pennies out from under the couch to make the mortgage by now.

Let’s go pretend-spend $5,000, shall we?

Michael Angel is new favorite of mine. He has a love of color and pattern that is simultaneously fearless and not at all scary to behold, which seems like a pretty tricky trick to pull off. What I love about this dress is that he keeps things fairly simple up top, thereby earning the right to let his freak flag fly with the rest. $610

Typically I’m content to stick with the poor man’s Rick Owens (a.k.a. Helmut Lang, and I say that with a great deal of affection for Helmut Lang) but for the purposes of this exercise I’d  be delighted to make room in my hypothetical closet for this full-length Rick Owens number.  The man really knows how to drape, and how to  to make a dress look as engaging from the back as the front. And also—not nothing in my book—how to create something that looks perfectly suited to curling up and taking a nice long nap. $800

One could never accuse this MM6 Maison Martin Margiela dress of being sexy, but sexy isn’t really the endgame at Margiela. And it’s precisely the Margiela-osity of this dress—its drapiness, the way it kind of slouchily narrows at the hip—that makes it such an intriguing possibility in a category I find deeply appealing but equally vexing: the white summer dress. This one works, I think, because it’s slightly off-white (with a verrrry subtle grey pattern) and a material that feels quite silky and soft, like a nicely worn-in old t-shirt. If your mom saw you wearing it, she’d probably tell you  it needed a belt. And she would probably, annoyingly, be right. $450

This DVF dress just looks so clean and throw-it-on-all-summer, and the touch of asymmetry at the hem feels like just enough and not too much. With a print like that, one might not want too much else going on, shape wise.  $400

I’ve always derived a peculiar kind of satisfaction from having a very expensive and desirable piece I’ve seen in a magazine or online—or even on the rack right before I try it on— turn out to be a real dud in the dressing room. You are spared the stress of those  it’s-so-amazing-but-I-really-can’t afford-it-but I-need-it moments  entirely. And while I would love to report that this really annoyingly expensive Christopher Kane cardigan looked like crap in person, it actually is pretty damn great. Such a sophisticated floral print, and so well-conceived that it serves as irrefutable proof  that anyone who still thinks blue and black don’t go together needs to update their hard drive.   $965

 

Ssense is pretty predictable in the bag department: they’ve got all of the big expensive it-baggy names you see everywhere, and not much in the way of the new or unexpected. Having said that, this Givenchy leather eel shoulder bag is striking me as pretty damn glamorous, and if I was still a fancy girl who bought crazy-expensive bags whose prices ran into the four figures, I might buy just go for it. $1540

I would most definitely go for a pair of these J. Brand chinos to accompany the identical  pair I lived in all of last summer. The most comfortable—and surprisingly flattering, for a lady with hips—pants you can imagine. $180

And finally, this, cute, painfully-trendy-but-I-want-it-anyway little Dannijo bracelet for a nice pop of color. $230

Total: $5175! Just a touch over the wire, but in the world of catch-and-release shopping there are no rules.

Posted on April 23rd, 2012 5 Comments

I want orange, weirdly

Nobody could be more surprised than me. But suddenly orange seems all happy and poppy, surprisingly wearable, and very much as though it will not be denied.

I love this ALC dress, with its mini-ish skirt under the longer overskirt. It should look all overdone and nuts, but somehow doesn’t.  And while it’s definitely the type of thing that works better on taller ladies,  that’s what wedges were made for, right?

Tom Binns is a master of the whole  juxtaposing-of-old-fashion-y-shapes-with-loads-of-crazy-brights-upon-crazy-brights thing. But it’s kind of nice how this necklace sticks to just the one crazy bright.

My mind knows that there is something fundamentally wrong the notion that  an orange blazer  can be considered a neutral, but my heart keeps telling me that it can be so.

For those who want to keep things on the quieter side, a nice little pop of color at the foot is always nice, and the tan and orange look so cool together here. You couldn’t overwhelm in these if you tried.

These cropped trousers look just exceptionally laid back for something that comes in orange, don’t you think? It almost makes one think one might be able to pull them off, and with dignity!

Posted on April 20th, 2012 10 Comments

At last! A mascara I might settle down with

Photographs of mascara tubes are never pretty. It’s a story as old as time

When it comes to mascara, I am the least brand loyal person in the world. No matter how much I love whatever I’m committed to at the moment, I never stop wondering if there’s something better out there to be discovered. I’m kind of like some men in that respect.

Which is how I found myself trolling the beauty aisle of the drugstore the other day, looking for love. And I was not disappointed: there, in a skinny gold disco-sleek wand, was Loreal’s Voluminous False Fiber Lashes in Blackest Black, beckoning. It’s a lengthening mascara, and I adore lengthening mascaras because they totally deliver on their promise. It’s like magic. They can also, unfortunately, clump like crazy, which can be a frustration for those of us with less than-precise skills in the makeup-application department. But with Voluminous False Lashes, there is no clump. Only superior length.  This has led to a heretofore unimaginable level of personal satisfaction and contentment on my part. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but it’s hard to imagine any other mascara making me this happy.

Posted on April 20th, 2012 4 Comments