as an around-the-way girl obsessed with reebok classic high tops, guess originals, ghost town djs and everything else that the glorious 80s gave us, i was THIS happy to read that the 1980s italian label fiorucci has been put in new hands and is making a comeback later this year. i'm hopeful that the new owners will keep the colorful, carefree and tushy-loving vibe. i first read about the good news at w magazine here.
she's just so damn fashionable, this one. for any of the celeb/designer crossovers we've seen in recent years, this girl undoubtedly deserved a spot at the drawing table. "fenty" doesn't exactly roll of the tongue for me but nevertheless, it seems that anything this caribbean queen touches does indefinitely turn to gold, if gold in this case is outfit upon outfit of really fun shit.
many, many moons ago (when i still had dreams and endless afternoons to spend sitting at coffee shops), my girl sally and i spent a good number of hours concocting the idea for our breakout fashion line, to be called The A.V. Club. i'm sure it was her idea as she is magnificent and creative (seriously, check her monthly fashion horoscopes, they are brilliant). we were so excited, so giddy, like to girls rummaging through chloe sevigny's closet. we would have different categories based on the (terrible) high school stereotypes. you know, jocks, nerds, goth queens, cool kids, stoners, etc., etc. we even sketched out lots and lots of outfits, which i was going to pattern and sew. and then, as so many ideas do, other annoying life things got in our way and The A.V. Club never saw the light of the runway. i would think about it from time to time, like, dammit, that's still could be so fun and a theme like high school and the personality boxes that come with it is something that never goes out of style.
and then, this afternoon, while scrolling through the ny times style section online, as i am oft apt to do whenever i can sneak in two free minutes of screen indulgence, i saw it. ri ri. ri ri did it. she went ahead and stole all our thunder. as only she could. i mean, it's not like we could have competed with her global reach, influence or bank account (like, AT All) but still. as much as i felt the sting of seeing someone waaay more accomplished then yourself materialize your dreams, i was also really happy to see that if anyone was going to fashion-pimp high school types, that it was her. i mean, who else on this glorious globe or ours could have the forsight to draft up the most perfect theme, the most perfect clothing and set her show in the most perfect setting but rhianna? nan, that's who. i just hope that if she decides to do a second collection, that she calls sally and i in for extra consultation.
As a long-time devotee of the New York Times style section, my favorite stalker seasons are fashion weeks which fall in February and September each year. The Times always does the best job covering all the fun, onstage and off (their after-party slide shows give me life) and maybe a year or so ago, they started sprinkling in behind-the-scenes videos and interviews of busy studio interiors and the minds at work inside them.
I, of course, am obsessed with any studio view that shows garment construction or pattern making so it was extra cute to flip though photos of the making of Mary Katrantzou's elaborate tulle-laden floor-length skirts, dripping in richly embroidered American cowboy motifs. Click here to see her process, from initial inspiration to runway.
Here is a good link to diy your own tulle skirt from the ladies over at A Beautiful Mess, whose diys are the shit. They're super fun to make and last I checked, Fabric Depot had tons of tulle colors to choose from. If I made one, I would just omit the lining...
And here is another adorably fast and easy way to whip up your ballerina dream. Plus, anyone who references the opening credits of Sex And The City in her diy video is the bomb and we should be friends.
Go make a Spring-worthy tulle skirt! Go!
This is Mayhem. A nickname I'm guessing her momma gave her. It's adorable. I don't even remember what late-night internet hole I fell down and found about this little girl but I am so glad I did. I mean, look at her. She constructed this look and tons of other just fabulous dresses she's made for herself out of the "junk" drawer at home. With the full support of an adoring momma who watched her daughter craft these outfits for months before being nagged by friends to put them on a blog for the rest of us to enjoy. I just love her.
I think Mayhem is the most perfect first post for this new adventure in offering classes out of my house because as we get older, we seem to get more scared of trying new things. Mayhem made this outfit using just her imagination, some construction paper, glue and tape. No pattern, no tape measure, no ruler, no scissors, no pins, no sewing machine. And she looks a-mazing. Learning how to operate a sewing machine is easy, I promise. It's letting go of any and all pre-conceived notions or voices from the outside telling you that you can't do it / you're too old / you're not creative enough / any other shitty excuses we use to stop ourselves from diving into something new. If you want to make clothes, come make clothes! Look a little Mayhem. Not a care in the world about anything except her own creative drive. We all have to put on something to wear in the morning. Wouldn't if make life that more fun if it was something you made yourself?