It was inevitable; we all knew Agyness couldn't have the same peroxide pageboy cut forever, debutting her new do in today's Burberry Prorsum show. I just wonder, is this darker hue an accident while dabbling with a box of Clairol's chestnut color #24? Or is it a temporary color/wig to confuse devout Agy-holics, or is Agyness really just into Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy? Maybe DNA is trying to keep her from being a clichéd blonde cropped hair model who really likes neon. Who knows...
So, blonde or brunette?
Edit: Yep, it's real.
You know you spend too mch time on Style.com when you notice things like this: I found a Sasha Pivavarova picture (at left) in the Gemma Ward page. It's funny how even a bigwig like Style.com can't distinguish the difference between the two eerily similiar-looking supermodels.
Perhaps they were fraternal twins that were separated at the hospital and Sasha sent to be raised in Russia, pining for her long-lost, equally bulgyeyed and alienesque twin sister Gemma? Oh god, it sounds like I'm on LSD or something, disregard what I wrote, please.
6. The story line is a bit hasty and muddled but infused with that Josh Schwartz type of OC drama that makes it all the more watchable.
Just an observation.
So, turns out "The Hills" star Lauren "LC" Conrad only "helped out" backstage at the Marc Jacobs show, not walk in the show as been rumored. But she probably foreshadowed the bitchery and drama that would ensue for our favorite little former chubbie nerd turned muscly machoman superdesigner.
Fashion editor of the International Herald Tribune Suzy Menkes even said she would like to "murder [Marc] with her bare hands and never see another Marc Jacobs show as long as I live. " She also blasphemed Jacobs in her review, calling the collection "a freak's costume party", and accuses him of copycatting Rei Kawakubo, Martin Margiela, and John Galliano.
He also believes the combination of bumping up of fashion week two weeks early during Jewish holidays, with the closure of Italian factories in August, and his other collections (Marc by Marc, Marc by Marc Mens, Vuitton) is validation enough for the delay, and that it was good enough that he even showed at all. The fuming Marc is so "f-ing" mad that he is threatening not to show at NYFW at all and move all the way to Paris - with CFDA prez Diane von Furstenberg grovelling at at his feet for him to stay. It would be devastating for NY to show without MJ. We Americans would be left with Kimora Lee and Gwen Stefani as our homegrown designing stars. NOOOOO!
However, I did find some of the frocks rather lovely
The shoes were insane! Heel coming from the ball of the foot?! A foot fetishist's dream.
The hair and makeup made me think of frazzled haired librarians who get a little on the side, judging from the provocateur aspect of the show.
All in all, I may sound a bit like a Marc-hater, but I am a Marc-o-phile at heart. But I tend to get a bit queasy when I see him design something like this:
I've always had an affinity for polaroids; there's just something so wonderful about a a little 4X4 square that slowly goes from blank to picture in a matter of seconds. Instant gratification is my thing I guess. Imagine my glee when I find out about RoidRage, from fashionista, a photo-website sort of like Patrick McMullan, only in polaroid form. Shot by Jeremy Kost, he covers anyone who is someone in New York. There's backstage at fashion shows, media events, polaroids of models, stars, and the occasional D-list whatsit.
I KNOW these runway trip-ups and falls have been featured everywhere from YouTube to Access Hollywood and on millions of fashion blogs everywhere, but since fashion week is approaching and nymag did a feature on them, I couldn't help myself to do a recap on it. It's like when someone trips, it is instinctual to giggle, or maybe I'm just a cruel and heartless bitch and have had many embarassing tripping incidents in my own life that I feel entitled to laugh at another's humiliation. Especially if it's a model, because they need a little embarassment in their lives to offset their skinny, beautiful, yummy cocaine-filled lives.
Milana Bogolepova, Dior, Resort 2008: So, according to nymag, she tripped, came back up, and tripped again. Tipsy much?
Elise Crombez, Proenza Schouler, Spring 2007: It doesn't really matters that Elise fell; I was just so transfixed by her perfect tan.
Kamila W. at Vivienne Westwood, Spring 2007: Okay, now this fall, was excruciating. I actually caught this on ACCESS HOLLYWOOD, of all places; that was how treacherous and widespread it was. It was bad enough she fell the first time, but I thought, well, at least she picked herself back up. And then the teetering began. Then the tottering...then finally her arse hit pavement...all whilst holding on to that damned watering can.
Iekeliene Stange: Marc Jacobs, Spring 2007: She became every self-proclaimed teenage fashionista's idol when she kicked off her hazardous MJ clompers and paraded the runway barefoot.
Lara Stone: Karl Lagerfeld, Spring 2007: Slip and slide runway. Does anyone even remember this? Shes so major these days, no one can recall.
THE fashion industry can be devastatingly pretentious sometimes. But then there are those times that the cold, frigid fashion world gains some heart. (Goodness,I sound like some Hallmark made-for-TV movie.)
The mentally disabled artists of Oakland, California's Creative Growth Art Center have depicted their own view of fashion, what they see in their eyes, by illustrating their favorite looks from the Fall07 collections. Paper Magazine showcased their works in the September issue, tranforming the runways of NY and Paris from an outsider's perspective. It's heartwarming to see how a thousand dollar Rodarte dress (rough estimate, I don't really know the price) can be interpreted into something so simple and good.