Sunday, 8 April 2012

pictures: Valentino Haute Couture A/W 2011
runway via
details via

I love the fact that the concept of Russian royalty fleeing Soviet Russia was the inspiration behind this collection. It's a historical detail and mindset I've always found so fascinating to think about, probably because I romanticise the strangeness and foreignness and and loss and longing for the past that comes with it. And this showed so beautifully in the details invoking the early 1900s - the buttons, the occasionally wide sleeves getting narrow at the wrists.
But then just as the idea of aristocracy is tangled in tradition, the collection seemed a bit like Virginia Woolf's Orlando - indebted to the past and to history as a whole, as a concept. There were echoes of everything - Scarlett O'Hara and her velvet courtain-dress, the great Russian novel and it's mid-19th century balls, flappers, 30s elegance, the 60s backs boldly showing, even the simplicity of the 90s. Also pointed out by Miss Moss, the medieval legacy was everywhere - capes and velvet, braided hair and the woven belts and trimmings, long gowns and long sleeves, collars coming all the way to the neck. Sometimes all the gold and silver and closed up fronts even became evocative of armour, and that in turn made me think of the bullets bouncing off the Romanov princesses' bodies because they had diamonds sewn into their corsets. 
Of course, all these eras of fashion and history were challenged and subverted, diffusing but miraculously coming together in a sense of wondrous confusion and over-arching nostalgia. And I think what I find most important is how all this beauty corresponds with all of our own longing for the times we hadn't lived through; the confusion and nostalgia of our own time.


picture: by me

Okay let's do this again.

As no one intends on forcing me to write about transcendence or the role of women or the meaning of anything in anything for the next few months, I think I need to make myself. Also, I think something needs to be done with the film screenshots and photos of Jane Birkin on my hard drive. Plus all those epiphanies I get when seeing overwhelming flowers or crumbling buildings need documenting. Maybe.

Sunday, 24 April 2011



Sophia Coppola photographed in Paris for The New York Times

Saturday, 23 April 2011

I loved you in the morning our kisses deep and warm your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

-Leonard Cohe, Hey That's No Way to Say Goodbye
by Henri de Tolouse Lautrec

Saturday, 16 April 2011

There's always a little bit of heaven in a disaster area

-Woodstock (1970)
all taken at Woodstock in 1969
1,6,8 by Shelly Rusten
2,3,4 by Burk Uzzle
others by unknown