under the influence of wine...house

The Amy Winehouse influence on fashion has been far and wide, almost to an Agyness Deyn-like vexation. Even as she goes through a downward spiral, she's been emulated sickeningly from Chanel to French Vogue. However, I admit to being under the influence of Winehouse at times, slathering on more black eyeliner than necessary or fucking my hair up into a bouffant nest. But I really liked Korean Numero's take on the troubled singer, featuring my favorite model, Daul Kim, carrying the weight of a small child on her head in the form of a beehive do. How fun!


Also, check out Daul's blog, I Like To Fork Myself, full of amusing and enjoyably morbid tribulations on fashion, art, culture, philosophy, and pet hamsters. Seriously her take on Steve Aoki's "dj-ing" is more than enough reason for me to admire her more.

Photos-iliketoforkmyself

An Ensemble Piece

As I was flimming through the Sept. Vanity Fair, I came upon the new Moschino ad, shot by Peter Lindbergh, featuring all Asian models, which is a rare occurance in the American fashion circuit. Usually I see ads depicting a Hye Park or Du Juan in the corner sharing facetime with a gaggle of Gemmas and Darias (ex: Cavalli, YSL, LV, Fall06) so this is new. Anyway, alls I wants to say is the messy bobs and sickly sweet babydoll-ness of the garments reminds me of the women-spies in those 70's chinese exploitation spy films my father watches. (He had a thing for asian women assassins and killing machines in cheongsam dresses. And blaxploitation Foxxy Brown films. In short, anything related to 70's exploitation films.) TMI, but it's true haha. And the morbidly fascinating Daul Kim is featured on the ladder, which I like.


Models: Daul Kim, Emma Pei, girl who's name I don't know, Eugenia Mandzhieva, Ai Tominaga, Tao Okamoto
photo: asian models blog

Fashion Shows for Lunch

It's always worth it to skip a fawking useless calculus class to attend my first fashion show.
So on Friday, I skipped out of godforsaken math, and shuffled to Brannan St. in SF to the Academy of Art Graduation Fashion Show. And WHAT DO YA KNOW, turns out the academy shuttled out 15 Elite models from NY, and from I could see I recognized Holly Bartle, Sosheba Griffiths, and more.

It was a smorgasbord of student work, and I saw some good draping and cut, but some terribly blindingly red patent jackets too. I was such a noob at the show that I clapped my hands raw at the sight of a model's emaciated shoulder blades or a flash of chiffon overlay. Sad. But still fun.

So after the show, out came the models from backstage to smoke a few ciggs. My friend and I kept guessing if the model with the bangs was Daul Kim but why in the heathens would she be in SF. But my friend saw her Y3 bag, which you know, nary a person SF wears, because you know, west coasters think Hollister booty shorts and Bape are the sh!t, so it had to be her.

(The blurs are to protect the faces of the common people. namely me)

And what do ya know, it was Daul KIM! Let's just say I let out one of those embarassing star- struck shrieks, which was rather sad. I thought she was going to run off, because I looked like a shrilling slob, but she was nice enough to not order a restraining order and took a picture as well. In real lilfe, I can see why she's becoming huge, she has that commes de garcon modelesque style & quality you never see on America's Next Mediocre Model. And that was that!

Photos- Ma.donna Photography Co.

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