Charlie Rose recently replayed a 1997 interview with the recently deceased Alexander McQueen. Read more here.
Via Boing Boing.
About
Vintage Rags and Vague Ramblings
What is Necrophashion?
Vintage fashion reanimates the past, and current designers continually breathe new life into long-dead styles. Necrophashion embraces the old in the new, and the potential for new to emerge from the old.
Walk a mile in a dead man's shoes, but be happy that when you're dead and gone, someone will be walking in yours.
(In reality, this blog is less about a cycle of metaphorical fashion samsara, and more about me rambling on about things I find interesting that have to do with wearing clothing. Sorry, nudists, it's nothing personal.)
Links
Meta
Following
Elson, 30, the flame-haired “discovery” from Oldham, Manchester, who has become a global fashion star, arrived on the stage at the Royal Courts of Justice to present the Fashion Creator award – and seconds later disappeared. She walked straight into an ill-concealed “orchestra pit” and promptly disappeared from sight.Look what she was wearing when she decided to take a long walk off a short pier!
That’s MY dress!
That’s actually a really unflattering picture of a gorgeous woman in a gorgeous frock, but it’s definitely the red velvet McQueen I broke my brain pining over in this “Sh!t I Can’t Afford Sunday” post.
How, you ask, did I make a supermodel plummet into an orchestra pit half a world away? I think I must have ended up coveting that dress so hard that it transformed into a curse of ill will against anyone lucky enough to own/wear it!
Yikes. I am so sorry, Karen! She seems like such a neat person, too, all married to the White Stripes guy and being 18 feet tall and super gorgeous, and having babies and whatnot. I hope she doesn’t take it personally. And I’ll have to be sure to keep my Harry Potter-style untapped magical powers in better control in the future.
I’m going to assume my acceptance letter to Hogwarts is in the mail.
Sh!t I Can’t Afford Sunday - Velvet Edition
The holidays make me crave velvet. And rum-spiked eggnog, but that’s another story. Anyway, I’ve rounded up a few pieces that are making me consider a North Pole hostile takeover scheme - I’m assuming there must be elves up there with the sewing capabilities of a Hong Kong bespoke tailor - so that Santa and I can discuss my Christmas list face to face. Starting with this piece from my imaginary boyfriend Alexander McQueen (we’re very in love):
Seriously, you guys. This. Dress. It’s killing me. I want it so hard. I keep trying to think of something clever to say about it but I’m getting stymied by the fact that every time I look at it, my heart aches in a manner normally induced by surprised kittens and Welsh Corgi puppies. Here’s more pictures; weep with me:
images from Alexander McQueen
Now kill yourself, because it costs $3,395.00 oh no wait it’s on sale for $2,039.00.
Ugh. I can’t even talk about this one. Moving on.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment, here’s another McQueen piece. This time in navy, and cocktail length, but still with the 30s inspired silk velvet drape.
images from Net-A-Porter
This one’s on Net-a-Porter, for the low, low price of $1,638. Merry Christmas, everybody! You don’t own this dress.
You also probably don’t own this dress from Diane Von Fursternberg, but it’s at least slightly more attainable at $325.00.
images from Net-A-Porter
While it’s out of my price range, it’s juuuust close enough to where it’s got me considering credit cards and limits and payment plans. I’m either going to need more or less rum - and fast - or I’m going to get into trouble.
On the vintage side of things, I need this in my life:
image from Unforgettable Vintage
From Unforgettable Vintage on Etsy, this reversible velvet and metallic brocade opera coat from the 1920s will set you back 1,400 bucks, but my goodness! Unforgettable, indeed!
Well, with my amazon.com wish list updated and the ninth commandment well and thoroughly broken (that’s the one about coveting your neighbor’s ass, ya’ll), I’m going to bring this to a close. I have a few red velvet Christmas bows left over from decorating, so I think I’ll go stick them to my head and pretend to be glamorous. Til next time!
