Forget fashion, This is what we need to be worrying about right now.

Yours Truly

This is just a picture of the character YT from 'Snow Crash' ,my new favourite novel, by Neal Stevenson, sci-fi virtuoso. Yes, I'm a nerd. Thanks to Charles Woods. Click to enlarge.

Mind. Blown. (Colours Part 2)

Well. So ahhbviously I was blown away by the sheer genius of these clothes. I mean, what could be better than insane psychedelia printed onto clothes, which, well, 'mean business'? Nothing, I tell you. NOTHING!


Allow me to elaborate. I have always had a penchant for garments which other people may find revolting (and often -- very often -- do). Which sounds pretentious and a little weird, but it is true. I could tell that style.com didn't really like this collection from their restrained but disdainful little post on the subject. I found the article irritating and snobbish (no room for fun in Vogue! No, siree!) but that is beside the point. So, what I 'm saying is... take the rod out of your posterior, fashion-people of all rank, and take a little time to appreciate stylistic exuberance, regardless of whether or not it fits with the heritage of the fashion house.
Anyway, I have always appreciated clothes which have a heavy dose (some might say an OD) of colour. BUT. Although I cherish insanely poofy de la Renta ballgowns as much as anyone and then some, I find that, me being me, I couldn't actually wear one without feeling like a dumpy meringue. Regardless of how amazing they look on the runway. (Oh, and hey! Look above! I love how the background to the clothes actually interacts with the fashion itself. The fabric and background blend together and kinda undulate... I love it. The model looks like she's growing out of the wall.)

So this is just me putting in a little word (which won't necessarily make a difference to die-hard crini-fans) for the sleek, edgy-elegant silhouettes of these beauties (regardless of what kind of bonkers materials they consist of, see above) that make copious amounts of colour actually look TOTALLY rad.
This last is my favourite (this and the light blue one), partly because the colour of the sleeves and belt is my very favourite colour in the whole wide world. Oh, and I didn't even mention how cool the stripy obi-type belts are! You know how cool? Very very cool!
And I also like the model's expression. That is to say, get out of the range of my rage-activated laser vision and shut the hell up, unless you wanna die.
Which is oftentimes how I feel in Biology class.

EC

Colours/Colors/Whateveryouwannacallem

Recently I've been seeing some awesome colors on the runway, and I don' believe I'm the only one who has had the pleasure of observing this phenomenon.
Awesome colors can even come from bastard anti-Semites, excuse my French. I think we all know who I'm talking about here.




Oh, but the peach and midnight blue chiffon! Plus, those look totally comfy. But it might not be a great idea to trust Dior, who revived the corset, in that respect. Not hugely wild about the hair and makeup here either. But Chloé here is a totally different story. (Sophisticated segué attempt.)
This is what my hair (and wardrobe, for that matter) would look like in a dream world.
Plus, I now automatically think every bleached-blonde on the runway is Andrej Pejic.
Who is epic. By the way.
I really love this shade of green; I can't think of a lot of designers who would have the guts to throw a reptilian print in the mix. But. It. Works. Oh. So. Well. Ditto with the yellow.



I know this doesn't have a lot to do with colour (ahem) but its just too fifties costumey crini-orphan to pass up. And just by coincidence, I am listening to Paint It Black at this very moment. In all seriousness.

I wanna see you painted black as night, black as coal...

A long as there is a tad bit of bright yellow snakeskin involved. Sorry, Coco Chanel.

EC

Kurt