What's my line?

The infamous Yves Saint Laurent on the game show What's My Line?

1947

The year is 1947. Glamorous fur coats are being thrown over gowns for special events, avant-garde shoes are being made by fathers for their daughters, specially for the Ascot, princesses are being married, and jewels are PILED plentifully.


These shoes, worn by Irene Clifford at Ascot, were made by her own father.

Le Ballet

Anna Pavlova - Principal artist of the Imperial Russian Ballet and the Ballets Russes of Serge Diaghilev. Dying swan. Connoisseur of maneuvers. Beauty, grace, and decadence all in one; the epitome of ballet. If there ever was a little girl that did not dream of becoming a ballerina, I believe that images of Anna Pavlova would conjure up a storm of whimsical tulle fabrics and cream colored feathers, nights of spinning on their toes, and the airyness and softness that only a ballerina can bring to mind. I think I want to be a ballerina.

Bunnies and Brown Leather

I just had to share this photo from the November issue of Vogue Paris. Something about the oversize chunky gold men's watch, soft bunny with it's ears half pugnaciously yanked back, half endearingly held back, and a placket-like sheath of brown leather ignites an amber flame of what is to be November.

Belle de Nuit

When night comes... colors, vivacious or soporific, are distributed against the darkness of caliginosity. Colors dance like minions, prance like potent chorus girls, wave like abled and ambitious flags against nightfall. However hard color may try to escape the seemingly infinite soot; black prevails. For when one wears black with the night - there is nothing more cosmopolitan. A bond is created where life bleeds into death- day bleeds into night - clothing bleeds in to darkness. Only the archaic street-lamps and birds full of wanderlust can compete.















From Vogue China November 2009.

Backstage S/S 2010: Dolce and Gabbana

Rose is a rose is a rose. Dolce and Gabbana is what is is, and it always will be. This season though, what was missing was the bounty of overdone ball gowns towards the end of the show. In their place, girls in spunky red leopard print dresses with a side of the woman tux! My favorite part of the show? The backstage photos and the make-up. Oh, and the hair... Definitely reawakened my hunt for the a large ornate hair-clip. I'll search the Earth's ends for one of those!

Carl Erickson

Fashion illustrator and advertisement illustrator "Eric" was born in 1891 in the USA, to Swedish parents. The stunning detail portrayed in some of the illustrations by Erickson were achieved only by using live models and having them sit static for long periods of time. What makes Erickson's depictions so anomalous, however, is the calligraphic style stokes, and bleeding colors.