Showing posts with label I don't understand fashion AT ALL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I don't understand fashion AT ALL. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Dear Zara


So many of you thought this was a good idea. The model booker, the stylist, the photographer, the model agent, the people at Zara's HQ, the people at Zara's web place and so forth and so on.
Well, you know what?
This end consumer hates you for thinking this is the kind of ideal you think best serves your consumers.
Go ahead, click that image and take a closer look.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Things that will NEVER be said about me



When the magazine writes me up it will be more like this:

She owns not a single bag, unless you count the plastic kind you get in grocery stores - and only accessorises with an elastic hairband around her wrist (for easy access, especially when riding her 80's bike).

Shoes, though, are her weakness, in the form of comfy worn out running shoes, always with a hole on the right shoe where her independently minded hallux valgus has carved out a little peeping hole for itself. For years, hoards of young women have begun to cut little holes on the insides of their right running shoes as a style tribute to Guner, while eagerly waiting for their own hallux valguses (hallux valgii?) to come in, as the rite of passage into real womanhood this signifies.

ps. Also how can you get away with writing an article where "just two bags - both birkins" is stated as a testament to the owners humble approach to style?

Friday, October 22, 2010

Funny or sexy - you decide


Uggs by Jimmy Choo. Have the greatest respect for Tamara Mellon, but seriously, these look like they were designed by Brüno. Props to Amber Valetta for doing all that she can, almost succeeding in making EVEN THESE appear somewhat sessy.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Friday, October 16, 2009

Dear fashion

Dear fashion, I think about you a lot.

Today I want to share my view of fashion.
You're distant, aloof, a little bored and always somewhat disinterested in the people who're interested in you.
You're kind of like this:
I'm more interested in the failure, the flawed, the unpretty, the other side, the exaggerated, the rejected: