Bowl hair and plum cake's shades

Just back from London, and we all know how much that IS the city. Style breaks out screaming from every corner, every greenish evergreen Irish pub, every glittered garish saucy playhouse, and if you look carefully you will find it bravely peeping out of the fluorescent orange uniforms of the tube staff. And oh-my-god these shops. With assistants illegally pretty and polite. I shopped so much I could hardly save some pounds for eating, but as my teacher keeps saying, that's just another bad habit.
I also managed to get that almost-insaningly-desired Fantaghirò-like haircut I was such a long time longing for.

And I got it for free! I mean HOW COOL IS THAT. Oh Mireille, how you always knew it. This couldn't be but the haircut of the summer.

After the typical londonian rain it lost a bit of its charm but I can't say I'm not VERY MUCH satisfied about it.

Obviously paired with my personal clear and determinate spring summer color palette: mould and dust are the new black and beige is already pretty shocking.


Facing bright sun in sharp white tees.

I'm planning a lot of white tees this summer, a whole long summer of cunning cerebral charming poetic apparently-casual comfy white tees. OH-I'm-so-excited!

inspired by Prada a/w 2010 via Style Bubble

Terry Richardson for Purple, via Fashionising

Karen Elson in Miguel Adrover via The Fashion Spot

Hanne Gaby Odiele via Models.com

Gabriella Marina Gonzalez Autumn/Winter 2010, via Fashionising


Cerebral editorials to train glamorous minds

I am so much excited about the turn fashion editorials are so bravely and professionally taking nowadays! It looks as if they're slowly spectacularly losing the point. And I do love the point, really, oh-I-so-much-do. But I'm amazed by these new cheap masterpieces, in which if you happen to see a body part, it will most-likely be naked, and not really always attached to a body. We don't see many fabrics anymore, and if the description tells about some gorgeous leather sandals, you can realistically expect a Bambi-like close-up with the unfailing messy bed-hair. Still, I really can't help but loving loving loving. It seems like a beneficial intellectual secret plot to force groundbreaking culture in lazy laid-next-pool minds. Here one of my personally recent favourite, named "Exhale", short and poetic as a Japanese haiku.

photos by Will Davidson for Dazed, starring (could you tell?) Jenny and Aminata. via Fashionising.

And, as your smart eye has surely already guessed from the qr code, there's also a video which sort of explain a sort of plot. Please. Feast your eyes on that white lace on Aminata perfect dark skin.

Oh! Those infallible captivity-theme and hotel bedroom! They remind me of my BIG big big love Eugenio Recuenco only with much more hope and above all company.


Following the white rabbit's fur down in the fashion hole.

Tonight I'm temporarily setting the big names apart to give a glance at that streetwear that is living its golden time nowadays. Remember to wear your best heels while you go out to get rid of the rubbish. Here my favorites.

And then some mannequins on leave with their phenomenal taste.

pics mainly from Fashionising, and altamira

Sasha's always so incomparably readily avant-garde.


Abbey's innards by Katie's genius

Remember my unrestrained flaunted appreciation for the anatomical but poetical katieearyan spring summer? Let me just add some backstage pics to stress my point, and say if isn't just this the lovable man who we all hope one day to share our breakfast with.

pics via rackk and ruin

By the way, I seem not to be the only one smitten with Katie, as Abbey seems perfectly at ease while showing her innards. Maybe because everything on the surface has already been shown.

Abbey by Rafael Stahelin for Vogue Korea. See full "Lovely Bones" editorial on Fashionising

See? You can get into patterned pants trend without falling into ethnic! Yahoo!

Pretty precious plumage

That's just a sweetie pretty awesomeness, being minimalist bohemian without falling off turning mawkish, sharply touching and chic without a touch of infantilism (not really at all). It comes from the peaceful and at least apparently humble genius of Tithi Kutchamuch, from the emotional loss of her family dog and the naïve wish to have taken her pet always with her. Although dead birds in fashion jewellery are inexplicably omnipresent (not just as sources of inspiration, even very physically), Tithi's "Companion Parrot" is really a breath of fresh air, without much of the melodramatic tone of her illustrious colleagues.
Shaun Leane, at least while working for McQueen, has always shown himself proud of his dead-bird-fethicism. And we are proud of his too.

photos from the fashion criminal

Simon Costins pairs bird parts with tulle, carved black wood beads, and rabbit skulls with hematite eyes.

photo from the fashion criminal

Stephen Jones pushes it further with an integral mask with a charming, mystical story I'm copying and pasting from the metmuseum blog.

"The Costume Institute commissioned this mask for the 2006 exhibition “Anglomania: Tradition and Transgression in British Fashion.” Milliner Stephen Jones was given the problem of creating a headdress for a Christian Dior Haute Couture gown by John Galliano (a designer whose long-standing collaborative relationship with Stephen Jones on both his own line and that of the House of Dior prompted the Museum’s choice of milliner). The gown, of black silk, had been inspired by Marchesa Luisa Casati, the early-twentieth-century style icon and eccentric, and was to be shown in the Croome Court Tapestry Room in the English Period Rooms. The curator’s conceit was to express a Francophilic phenomenon by placing the French dress by a British designer in the English room with Gobelins tapestries. The room with its avian subjects had been commissioned by George William, the sixth Earl of Coventry. His wife, the actress Maria Gunning, was a great Regency beauty and notorious narcissist who died of poisoning from the lead in her pallor-enhancing face powder. Jones’s response to this pairing of the narratives of “death by vanity” and of the room’s décor was to transfigure the voluminous black gown with a surreal anthropomorphizing of the bird motif and associate it with a portent of death, a crow’s head. Jones’s whimsy appears in his incorporation of an inexpensive metal hairclip for the bird’s beak."

I'm thinking about starting hunting pigeons in the main squares of our cities of art.


Freja damned poetry.

Is it just me or is Freja starting looking alarmingly like Jim Morrison?

Freja for Purple by Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin. Full on



a simple but respectable Sunday-going-to-church outfit out of a Willa Cather story.

picture from Metmuseum.org

I'm now just feeling an hearty tribute to this cult mirable outfit that celebrates this year its tenth birthday but keeps keeping intact all its qualifying features of brilliance, irreverence and poetry. For those of you currently based in the New Continent I strongly recommend a pilgrimage to admire it at the Met.
Now let me delight you with the touching parabola of the Resurrecting Mattress, told by none less than Miguel himself:

“That was also part of my theme of portraying the streets of New York. Quentin was my neighbor for nine years and I would see him every day eating eggs at that same diner. I always said hi to him but we never talked. It was that kind of feeling you have with people you see all the time—you know them, but you don't need to talk to them. He was my neighbor, about four doors down from me. I used to see him all the time.

“I was sorry to hear Quentin passed away, and I miss seeing him. But one day about two weeks after he died, I was walking home and there was a mattress on the street, and someone told me it was his mattress. So I dragged it into my hallway and started cutting it up, and it gave me and all my friends this terrible rash because it was so old and dirty. And then it became the coat that I used on the runway. I think he would have been very proud to have seen his mattress end up like that.

“At the time the homeless had no ticking, Giuliani kicked it out of the shelters. Like England kicked out Quentin Crisp for the way he was; but I [heart] NY gave him a mattress. A mattress like the one I am now consulting (over) and writing from, remembering . . . a f[—]ing freezing night on Third Street between First and Second Avenues covered by a thin layer of snow. He was lying down on the sidewalk, the bodiless mattress. But with a lot of knowledge, the knowledge of sharing someone’s dream of freedom, something priceless, like the ticking fabric that I was lucky to rescue from conventionalism, trying to bring some light to the memory of my once neighbor.

“I was trying to show the downtown he represented. At the same time, I was trying to show how hard it can be for people who are sleeping in the street. I tried to make a nice, tailored suit with Quentin's mattress, as if somebody slept in it all his life. It was meant as an honor. There was nothing macabre about it. Quentin was elegant and chic"

And now's when we all start sighing with emotion. That's why we love Miguel Adrover, because of his ability to see beauty in rubbish, his fearless financial carelessness, his brave indipendence from fashion system and fashion rules, his daring somehow filthy irresponsibility, the preety way in which he proudly admits he has never heard about Diane Von Furstenberg.

"Sometimes I wore a fringe so deep it obscured the way ahead. This hardly mattered. There were always others to look where I was going." Quentin Crisp

pic from Style.com

Ok, this kind of prophecy just before 9/11 was kind of creepy.


Guinevere Van Seenus

New big topmodel crush. The subject of my envious then guilty then envious again admiration is a veteran of the fashion system, being today the venerable age of 32 (she could be Imogen's pretty cool mummy, couldn't she?). What's unforgivable is how I never really noticed Guinevere so far. Worse! I used to have a quick look at her, thinking -oh cute-, and then moving on without really understand OH DAMN CUTE SHE WAS.

Guinevere by Mario Sorrenti for Acne Paper. See full editorial on Fashr.

Here by Paolo Roversi, styling by Olivier Rizzo for Another Magazine. See full editorial on Fashionography.

Here by Daniel Jackson for Dazed. See it on Paper Mode.

Now, really isn't she gorgeous? doesn't see look pretty just alike

pics via childhood flames and Vman.

Now tell me she hasn't got just the same typical louisgarrelian sulky expression. Seriously. I would happily and immediately give my french nose away for that big thing.

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