2K12 STYLE VIBEZ INSPIRATION PHOTODUMP TIME Y’ALL WHILE WE’RE ALL AWOL FROM TUMBLR RUNNING AROUND TOWN FOR NYFW
More of the usual, I’m predictable by now, aren’t I? WHO CARES, GIANT CURLS AND TRASHY FUR AND WEIRD HAIR COLOURS AND 90S VIBES AND DRESSING LIKE THE INTERNET PERSONFIED 4E
AND TODAY IN 90’S EDITORIAL GOODNESS, we bring you more 90s-pop-feminism-influenced fashion-androgyny by which I mean “Stella Tennant and then some nakie models with messy hair,” plus the last time that neon opaque blue and yellow lipstick was a thing!
Previously: Arena Homme eds by Stevens Meisel & Klein, the Self Service archives, and more Arena Homme from ‘96. It’s okay if you go ahead and print it all out and paper your walls with it, ‘cuz I was thinking about that too.
[Via the TFS vintage magazines thread, which I could obviously spend weeks browsing.]
Sudden cathartic realization of THE FASHIONS and AESTHETICS: I basically just want my entire life to look like the hypersaturated pop-religion floral sequinned over-the-top faux-branded clusterfuck of the 1996 version of Romeo+Juliet, forever all of the time. Which I hated at the time — I was what, in junior high school the first time I saw it? and not particularly interested in liking anything, let alone Leonardo diCaprio, ew, that was for dumb girls — but have become oddly re-obsessed with in the past year. And a bit of googlin’ revealed that the costume designer was the same lady who did the costumes for The Matrix. Of course!
MONTHLY PICSPAM/MOODBOARD/WHATEVZ TIME Y’ALL. More of the usual, it seems: apparently all I want this winter is still serious big pastel or blonde hair with drawn-on eyebrows (sound familiar?) and lace-up boots and crop tops with ratty layers and major 90’s vixen babetown vibes and bra tops and fur and maybe some weird athletic wear mixed in there too? I don’t know. I dyed my girlfriend’s hair cotton candy pink and got her a white studded belt for her birthday, I guess I’m still majorly regressing. That’s okay, right?
Miliyah Kato x Saga Sig — a little reminiscent of all those photos of Eriko Nakao I posted a while back, no? Totally epic, and now all I want to do is match neon periwinkle eyeshadow and nail polish or put weird temp tats on my face and neck.
Monthly inspiration, late October version: more shabby layers and 90’s references, California/Jersey trash, candy hair and clunky shoes, but mixed up with slightly dishevelled heavy-handed overdone classic Hollywood glam, big curls and red lips…. thigh high fishnets and creepers, leopard print and florals and a baseball hat, big hoop earrings and pencil skirts and ratty tees and maybe an old fur coat. (How perfect is that photo of Freja Beha?!) Some sort of failed delusions of grandeur with a thrift store wardrobe, a set of curlers (do you know how many times I have googled permutations of “Veronica Lake setting pattern” in the past week?) serious boots and major eyeliner.
Guess it goes hand in hand with being newly blonde (though not as blonde as I’m eventually going, that shit’s not easy to get overnight) and packing on the eyeliner again and “figuring out how to style my hair like a girl instead of like a wet rat who just lost a fight with a lawnmower” and making vapid faces into photobooth since my apartment is too small to shoot in, it’s dark out on my roof once I get home from work and I don’t have a bright enough flash, and whatever other excuses I’ve got to make for not posting this past week, like maybe PLANNING MY EPIC HALLOWEEN COSTUME OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE GONNA DIE.
Because sometimes we all need a little personal reference board of “how the hell do I want to dress myself this month again I can’t remember what kind of clothes I was into HELP INTERNET PLEASE ADVISE.”
Can’t get enough of the colour, texture, grain, and light in photos from fashion photographer Masha Mel.
big plans.
I can’t get over the absolute goldmine that is Self Service’s new online archive — I think I saved half a dozen images from every issue posted to my hard drive and Pinterest today. I wish I could take all my damn outfit photos on a disposable camera, complete with date stamp and requisite lens-viewfinder parallax-induced decapitation due to double lens reflex. Also maybe I need to wear only one hoop earring and frosted lipstick at all times from here on out, yes? I swear that photo above just suddenly made me get the whole Chloe Sevigny thing for basically the first time ever.
Most of it just speaks for itself — more after the jump, but it’s totally worth dedicating an hour to browse the whole collection as well.
Loving basically everything about this ed from, of all places, Stylecaster by photographer Bon Duke — the makeup! (green eyeshadow in the inner corners?! THOSE EYEBROWS!) the hair! the layers and the mix of 90s punk tomboy streetwear and then the slick red, black, white, and leopard! all that stuff from Bess, I will never get tired of stylists putting something from Bess into every shoot they do! the heavy-handed cross-process filter, everything, everything blue and yellow all of the time! Jumping around in Chinatown! Unnecessary headphones in shots in case we didn’t get that it was “edgy” even though it’s really just product placement! All that Givenchy! $19,821 outfits that I can recreate with pocket change on St Marks! All of these things! I like all of these things! Rest after the jump.
Monthly moodboard image dump post time! Still on this summer kick of post-apocalyptic Los Angeles punk tween girl clothes: half old-weird-America meets super-saturated 90s pop, and all that heavy black and studs I’m used to combined with the acid-brights of cross-processed 35mm film.
As usual, more after the jump.
More in things I know I ought to be ambivalent about but really just AM VISUALLY KIND OF OBSESSED WITH: all of these images from Eriko Nakao, T Y, and Rie Shiraishi, all from here. Maybe it’s just some lingering obsession (STILL) with Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” video which I think somehow still nailed the aesthetic that I want, oh, I don’t know, everything ever to look like, all of the time? or just all those stupid hair colours, but I can’t get over them. Why do I suddenly wish I’d never thrown out all those terrible graphic tshirts I bought at Pacific Sunwear/Alloy and wore for track practice/snowboarding/whatever back in the day?!
More, as per usual, after the jump.
Juergen Teller
Maybe I’m turning into a broken record here — this will, after all, be the second time I post overly enthusiastic posts about editorials by now-iconic photographers from Arena Homme in the 90’s, and it seems like every other post on this blog is now dominated by a crippling nostalgia for the decade of my youth — but like, kids, SERIOUSLY. Potentially questionable racial politics in some of the images aside, these are all pretty epic, especially those amazing cheesy effects on the Roversi ed. More, of course, after the jump — all images from Arena Homme FW1996, via the TFS fourms.
Paolo Roversi
Nick Knight
Um, no commentary needed on this post other than EPIC WIN FOREVER and why did I ever throw out everything I owned in the fourth grade because I would wear it all right now always forever and ever NO SERIOUSLY she almost makes me want FLORALS in my life.
Okay, so I lied about the lack of commentary: again, so obsessed with the heavy saturation, x-pro fetish, intense film grain, and above all lack of uber-slick photoshopping in 90s images and editorials. OBSESSED.
More after the jump!
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