Showing posts with label London Fashion Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London Fashion Week. Show all posts

pretty little ditties

While for most of us it's Fall '09, for the fashion crowd it's already Spring/Summer 2010. That's right, we're in the midst of another LFW.

It's been an interesting (and shorter) season. The recession is definitely taking its toll. People who were paid last season, aren't seeing a penny this year (but still working, of course). The gift bags are sparser. The champagne is running out quicker. But ah well... we're all here for the clothes - right?

That said, I rather enjoyed this creepy-dreamy live "puppet show" by Steve J & Yoni P. We stared at the puppets, they stared right back at us, while ethereal harp music scored our unspoken exchange. It was haunting, unsettling, gorgeous. It's hard to capture the full effect without the melodic trance-inducing lullabies, but here's my best go.

Enjoy!







fashion beat a la 'sestra nožisková'

Behold... Kasey's first video creation. This will give you a more, well, moving picture of London Fashion Week than what I normally provide. It is also the first of many such solo and collaborative creations we plan to deliver. Welcome to sestra nožisková. Enjoy!



P.S. This mini-film premiered on our friend Stefan's site Not Just a Label and is also where you can find Kasey's article on the latest exhibit at The Welcome Collection, Dressing Up Calamity.

Another February gone, another Fashion Week finished..

LFW... blah, blah, blah. It happened. I went.

I'm never one to ruminate much about clothes anyway, but living out of a suitcase for a couple of months meant I had a much more limited "fashion" wardrobe at my disposal than normal, so as we headed to most of our events, Kasey would look me up and down and say, "you're wearing THAT???"

To which I would reply with one or more of the following:

1) It's cold.
2) All my comfortable heels are in storage.
3) Nobody's looking at me anyway.

All true.

Yet despite being blatantly out-of-place, and more stressed than normal, I managed to take some pics.

Enjoy!

A model worth mentioning, Alek Wek.


A Geldolf sister? Not sure... all the models looked the same and we didn't know that Peaches and her pack were in this PPQ show till afterward when everyone was yakking about it (Kasey and I actually just thought they were curiously using bigger and shorter models than usual). But we sat behind a member of "Girls Aloud" (who knows this group anyway? we also didn't know why all the paps were taking snaps till after). And Alexa Chung was across the way... we watched her try to shield a cold sore from photographers. "Celebrities! They're just like us!"


LFW wrap party.


Kasey was in love with this man.


Final walk.


Cake! Compliments of Antoni & Alison... yay.


The Brits (even the skinny supermodel ones) love their teas... we interloped on another tea party at St. Martin's hotel... Kasey was agog at all the fashion royality that we were sharing tight air space and tables with... I was oblivious and just happily munched on a cupcake.


Girls wearing interesting headgear at Jalouse.


This outfit, I like.


Yeah... more parties...


Holding a show in the narrow and cold Burlington Arcade? Seriously - what were they thinking?

London Fashion Week: Do-It-Yourself

Yep, it's that time again, LFW... only this time my participation rose a smidge above my usual casual observance of a few runway shows; Kasey and I got roped into helping our friend Bosaina with the promotionals for her fledgling basbousa line.

We spent an afternoon last week shooting the video below... we caused quite the scene running around swank Sloane Square - NYC this isn't... we received more than one shocked/horrified/appalled stare. And in a twist on the infamous Breakfast at Tiffany's mask-stealing scene, we all picked a similar animal-mask persona - I chose the frog and a pink guitar as a prop... I felt like something of a dark primordial Kermit. What fun. Enjoy!



London Fashion Aftermath

For those of you unimpressed by my "fashion" coverage of London Fashion Week, I bring to you a peace offering. And in this case, I have an affinity for the models that doesn't involve pity, not simply because they look like healthy functioning individuals, but also since one of them happens to be my sister Kasey (seen above).

This past weekend, post-facial, post-procrastination, and post- a-wee-bit-of-protest, Kasey helped our friend Bosaina (the 2nd) by posing in Ms. BII's inaugural collection for her label basbousa. Find the full photo spread here.

Probably because I'm much more of a music person than I am a clothes person, I'm particularly fond of the resulting video... this is set to a great tune (Johnny Thunder's version of a A Great Big Kiss), plus watching Kasey speed-walk in heels is oddly endearing and amusing. I've pasted it below.

P.S. - Just to make it perfectly clear, in the parting shot, Kasey is NOT naked... just wearing a corset that didn't quite make it into the frame. (And that comment totally made all the guys in the audience rush to click on the clip - didn't it?)

Enjoy!




London Fashion Week: Ummm... Some of the Models Look Like They're About to Cry....


So it's Fashion Week here in London, and now that Kasey's a veteran of the entire affair she's able smuggle me, pretty much the antithesis of a erudite fashionista, into LFW shows and events here and there. I think my fashion ignorance probably gives her a unique perspective on the entire scene - that fashion is not everyone's world, such that when people start whispering about the fact that some fashion celeb has just entered the room, I have to whisper back, "okay... but who IS he/she exactly?"

Our first show was 'off-schedule': Polycok & Walsh, Krystof Strozyna, and Emilio de la Morena (for those of you familiar with the Sundance Film Festival, "off-schedule" is sort of the equivalent of a film being shown as part of Slamdance). It was here that the young models seemed both ultra-nervous and ultra-skinny; like their fragile selves might fall apart under the weight of the clothes on their skeletal bodies or the emotional duress of having thousands of critical eyes peer at them as they tried to saunter gracefully down the catwalk. I was so concerned with the well-being of these poor creatures I could hardly pay attention to the new season's apparel offerings!

It got a little better after that. Our next show was on-schedule Peter Jensen, where we wandered around backstage for a bit before we finally managed to find ourselves escorted to front row seats (for the fashion uninitiated like me, the front row is exclusively for the elite - fashion editors, socialites, celebs and the like - not that either Kasey or I fall under this category, we just manage to have really good luck [and looks?]).

Today was another 'on-schedule' show, Issa, where the highlight was the fact that Naomi Campell made an appearance and confidently sashayed down the runway for the last look (shown above).

This was when I finally witnessed in-person what genuinely separates a supermodel from those girls who merely model clothes. She absolutely owned the runway - and you didn't mind it. I only managed this blurry photo, but wow... she IS fantastically beautiful, with enviable smooth skin, shiny hair, large eyes and mesmerizing cheekbones. (Check out the girl in the front row just beaming with admiration at seeing Naomi).


And what would a proper Fashion Week be if a person didn't manage invites to any of the parties?

This is Kasey and moi at Hannah Marshall's party at Bungalow 8....


... just touching up our makeup...

... before finally ending up here at the Feathers' party at The Wellington.

I may not be such a fashion person, but the party part of London Fashion Week, I can definitely do!