Dear two dudes who have the lofty and great profession of being YG’s only stylists,
Can we stop styling while tripping on acid? Is it just too hard to stop throwing all the shit you found at the bottom of your draw onto a piece of clothing? I get that it was really cool and refreshing when you first put dolls together into a circle formation and deemed it a “bracelet” and then let CL wear it on stage, but maybe we should stop at one toy-strung-bracelet.
I know that you guys (or one of you guys) went to Central Saint Martins for ~fashun~ and ~design~ but can we stop with this shit? Can we stop trying so hard?
One thing I really hate about Twitter and the way its importance has been heightened in our media system is that any huge person’s death will bring about the 1) Twitter responses, 2) investigations to said person’s Twitter.
Right now we don’t have any celebrity/stylist/fashion guru’s Twitter hashtag responses to Alexander McQueen’s death yet, but there will probably be an outpour of it as the day goes on. Currently, what we do have is the explosion of micro-investigating of everything Alexander McQueen has ever tweeted about, which really annoys me. Yes, some signs are obvious but maybe it’s not up to us to analyze the feelings of distress that someone else experiences, and then speak on behalf of them about what exactly they were going through?
Same thing that happened to Daul Kim. People think they were the master guru’s and knew exactly and without probable doubt that “Say hi to forever” is the one indication that Daul Kim was going to kill herself and that it was her last letter to the world.
I don’t condemn journalistic investigation, but I think up to a certain point, if you cross that line you’re officially prying, and not really investigating anymore. I hate journalists who make sweeping, grandiose statements after reading five Twitter messages and conclude once and for all that a person was blah blah blah.
But Twitter rant aside, this is a massive loss to the fashion community. May you rest in peace, Alexander McQueen.
SNSD’s concept makes it so hard to like SNSD as a Kpop project, regardless of how the girls are personally. Their concept has never really changed (with the exception of maybe “Genie”); it just adapts itself with each promotional period by tweaking hair, makeup, and accessories.
I think SNSD’s concept planners are a decade behind with the idea of girl groups, because I think that SNSD is the worst in Kpop when it comes to redefining what being a girl group means. People already make fun of SNSD as it is for being the 9 [insert your own derogatory adjective here] beauties, and their management isn’t keen at all about embracing individuality and promoting all of the girl’s potentials. Wearing identical outfits for every performance, with maybe a difference in jean color and shoe color (Gee), wearing the same outfits and same everything (Genie), wearing identical extensions and being fucking cheerleaders (Oh). Music concept-wise, SNSD is the ultimate example of embracing conformity. On the international music scene, girl groups don’t seem to have much cache left, but that doesn’t mean that Korea can’t keep putting them out and doing well with the girl group idea.
My ultimate grudge against SNSD is not against the girls themselves, but the kind of male management that’s behind them, because I am pretty much 100% sure that their images are decided by males, for males, to appeal to men’s wishes. It’s so tired, uncreative, sexist, and the worst is that they all have to act like they’re lapping this shit up by playing up the winking, head tilting, heart-making, nervous shaking. And I’m sure all that wasn’t for my benefit. It disgusts me and makes me disappointed because I want to see stronger girls in play.
I’d rather stick to watching them do dance covers forever if that’s the only thing I’ll get:
Posted on January 19, 2010 at 1:02 am, under rant/rave.
From Kate Moss, re: the new line of Longchamp bags she designed, specially in reference to the one in this image,
The emerald green pochette, whose color I love, I wanted to be very simple, based on the shape of an envelope. I would wear it with all black or all navy. Because I love to wear dove grey, I wanted a bag in that color to go with my grey jeans.
- “based on the shape of an envelope”
WOW, nobody ever thought of that before.
- “I would wear it with all black or all navy”
Really now. What a fascinating color combination.
- “Because I love…dove grey, I wanted a bag..to go with my grey jeans”
Is this Kate Moss speaking? She of veteran almighty supermodel status, done-every-campaign-for-every-designer-ever? Or is this a 6th grader who discovered that Aeropostale/Abercrombie/American Eagle sold jeans in colors other than blue? And then subsequently needed a matching handbag for an outing with that boy she has a crush on?
Sometimes, it’s no wonder most people think fashionistas are pretentious fucks. Because they will say those things. And then proceed to drop half a grand on that ugly emerald green pochette. Because Kate Moss designed it. For Longchamp.
For their Spring issue, V Magazine is dedicated to showcasing plus-sized models in an effort to illustrate that oh em gee, plus-sized models are beautiful too!
Just like the first ever “All Black” issue of Italian Vogue from a while back, I liked the idea and I was interested in the final product that the respective companies were going to show its readers but I don’t think these issues are going to do shit in the grand scheme of things. Given the opportunity, I would love for there to be a first “All Asian” issue of any Vogue, but I think these attempts to try and “enlighten” the masses — by attempting to say that beauty is everywhere — are superficial and won’t make a dent at all in what truly matters.
Taking the example of the Black issue and the plus-sized issue of the magazines, it’s problematic that there needs to be a separation of Black models and plus-sized models from what we regularly see in magazines already. Like, they can only exist intermittently in all our regular issues, but unless we dedicate a whole “lookit me!” issue with only models of a certain look, they don’t fit into our standard beauty ideals. They have to appear in every single issue and without any head honcho editor pointing out in glee, “Look! Look at how progressive we are! Look at this Black model! And this plus-sized one! Oh and we’ll throw in an Asian one too!”