Daughter to Amanda Harlech, actress Tallulah was featured in Karl Lagerfeld's now infamous first and only short film for Chanel. I don't really know anything about her, except that she was also in the March issue of Vogue Paris and that her choice of jewelery is pretty sick. An exercised epitome of understated rocker chic- Snakes and heavy metal everywhere. She does have a certain elan about her.
Some things are just unexplainable- like the Antikythera Mechanism and the Baigong Pipes. The fact that the UK version of Harper's Bazaar is so much better than the US version? Just as unexplainable.
Red sleeve, blue sleeve. Let me ask you- Would you traipse down the street you live near, amble down the corridors you enter, perambulate past the buildings you seek - ALL with one sleeve? Would you? Designers obviously hope you do this Fall. Maybe with a reverse one sleeved cardigan- with the sleeve on the opposite side. I know I would.
@ House of Holland, Gucci, Jil Sander, Herve Legar, Micheal Kors, Balmain, and Roland!
By now everyone has probably gazed at the Nina Ricci Fall 09 shoes in awe, but I was re-reading No Exit by Sartre and I was reminded of them. Simply because the play is about Sartre's portrayal of Hell, and these shoes remind me of Hell. Complete with a 12 inch sickle base and covered in sparkly soot or vivid red silk, it's a wonder these shoes aren't classified as a weapon. This was Olivier Theyskens', the now ex-artistic director of Nina Ricci, last collection with Nina Ricci, and some ponder why he saved the best collection for last - though I think this opinion is heavily influenced by sympathy for Olivier of those not looking at the business side of fashion. Because really, it's a dual world.
Glass like panels with silver metal coated edges eventuate into a spiral of a girlish flower. The gem in the center is galvanized only by the uneven spade shaped petals. And I love it. I got my pony to showcase it.
It's the forthright strangeness of Paris Vogue of the 1990's that is intriguing. These nails are disgusting. Lace pants and an entire outfit made of sweatshirt material? What? A man with periwinkle colored toe nails...
One of the more influential films of the early surrealism movement was Un chien andalou produced in 1928 by Spanish writer/directors Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí. 16 full minutes of dead and rotting donkies, slit eyeballs, and dream logic may amount to too much for some people to handle, but i think it's amazing by way of grandeur weirdness. Laiden only with one or two Argentinian tangos, silence remains. The only rule of making this film?
"No idea or image that might lend itself to a rational explanation of any kind would be accepted.", spoken by Buñuel himself. He also stated that "Nothing, in the film, symbolizes anything. The only method of investigation of the symbols would be, perhaps, psychoanalysis." So there you go, art without "meaning". Further proof that not all art has to symbolize something or that the artist is "trying to say something through their art". Take that you "higher level thinkers".