old new clothes
Unseasonably cold weather yesterday (I had to dig out a scarf from the box of winter clothes I packed up three weeks ago!) meant that the day was dedicated to some un-spring cleaning, which aside from rearranging some furniture also meant hauling through the depths of my closet for things to take to Beacon’s to trade in for new old-things… and discovering old things I forgot I had. ...
quinoa for breakfast
I’m always surprised by how much feedback I get asking about my food posts and cooking — so here’s some more. I’ve gotten really into roasting vegetables lately, because it’s probably the healthiest and easiest damn thing possible — whatever vegetables are fresh at the market (carrots and cauliflower roast particularly well, as do red onions, peppers, and...
I’m kind of a sucker for heavy-handed obvious art history references in fashion editorials, especially Victorian ones, and especially ones involving sassy-looking vampy women and iconic paintings of them as opposed to another goddamned drowned-but-disturbingly-sexually-posed Ophelia floating in a swamp looking underaged and very, very dead. Thus: Benny Horne’s photographs of Tasha...
Latest obsession: this drapey dress from Surface to Air with INFINITELY USEFUL attatched drapey wings/scarf/shawl/witch-sleeve business. Depending on how you style or tie the pieces of fabric, it’s either super body-con or surprisingly forgiving; the rouching means you can make it a gathered minidress or more conservative and knee-length. I can see it working really well for day/work...
Vintage Advertisements - 1963 Playboy
A few months back I picked up a pile of old Playboy magazines for a few bucks at the Brooklyn Flea… and amongst them was this 1963 edition which has proved itself wonderful for seemingly endless reasons, including but not limited to: a.) it’s basically just hilarious and kitschy and awesome and overall extremely tame and oozing with a hilarious and deliberate faux sophistication,...
masters of black in fashion
By now it’s no secret I’m a slavish fan of too many of those Belgian designers as well as to the lack of colour in clothing. So it should also be no surprise that I am violently, darkly disappointed I am not and have no reason to be in Antwerp for the MoMU’s exhibit based entirely around the use of the colour black in fashion, from the early difficulties of creating black dye...
Black lego-esque angel wings and stegosaurus spines made out of plastic cups, OBVIOUSLY. [from VNfold]