Piacere

Oh goodness. It's more beautiful than I had imagined. 

Pictures, or it didn't happen*

I just decided, just now, that I prefer fashion editorials to videos. Yes, I've complained about editorials before, as I'd prefer to see every detail of a piece first and foremost to figure out how it would work for me, and then see how others see it. And yes, I've posted fashion videos before if I think they're cool or am a huge fan of the designer. Heck, I even look forward to seeing new videos when I know they're coming (such as Alexandra Groover's newest, premiering at London Fashion Week on Friday). But really, if I'm being honest, if I have to choose between an editorial and a video, I'd rather see an editorial with no music or story line or blatant subtext attached so that I can make up my own interpretation of what is going on. Maybe it's that anti-technology aspect of me rearing its head, but fashion is much more relatable if I'm allowed to relate to it on my own terms. Seems obvious, but whatever. The same goes for me and music too - I'd prefer not being told what obscure lyrics mean (insert shout out to Davey Havok here), and sometimes I even wish I had never seen a music video that creates a narrative or image that was never (in my mind, at least) inherent in the lyrics. 

Anyway, this came up because I came home to InAisce's S/S 13 editorial lookbook, and all I could think of was Latin poetry, both the reading and translating of. For instance, the first photo captures in an InAisce-framed way my secret Latin translating spot that I was babbling on about the other day, with me in black, looking through time to what Catullus (whom I'm translating) was saying. And in the second photo, the ghost-like figure in black represents, to me, Catullus (or any other dead poet/writer/artist, for that matter), looking on at what the world has become and what we've made of him, himself being unable to follow us and yet still being here. And in the third photo (below), the figure hidden on the cliff brings to mind my Sulpicia, the focal point of my Masters, waiting to pounce on me in retribution for my erasure of her existence (though, at the same time, her ghost-ness symbolizes her non-existence...). I'm sorry, Sulpicia, but someone's got to do it.

Thoughts/feelings/impressions?

(Photos by Jeff P. Elstone II)

*Written while enjoying Theatre is Evil, Amanda Palmer's new album with The Grand Theft Orchestra (yes, that album); one of my favorite songs from it is called "Smile (Pictures or It Didn't Happen)".

The Lady of Shalott

The last two (gorgeous!) afternoons, I've spent my post-class time translating Latin beside a babbling brook (i.e. a man-made pond with tiny waterfall), which I stumbled upon behind the building I now spend a third of my time in. If I wasn't already sold on being a grad student (which I was), I definitely am now. Can you believe I'm basically getting paid (by the government, no less) to have the kind of romantic afternoons before only read about in Anne of Green Gables (and/or Tennyson)? I've even been assigned an office and given a key, but, as long as it's nice enough to study outside, that office is going to be used as much as Roslyn's Cafe. 

Anyway, Gary Graham's S/S 13 collection perfectly complements my secret little translating spot (and has finally returned to the aesthetic I first loved him for). Prints and all, it also reminds me of some of my favorite layered outfits (and favorite wallpapers...). Thanks, Mr. Graham!

(Photos via Style.com)

Printed matter

Though I used to regularly visit the Black Milk blog (called Too Many Tights!), I had forgotten all about the (i.e. THE) leggings label until Queen Michelle posted herself in a brand new pair. This promptly led to the most impulse-est of impulse buys, being my very first pair of Black Milk leggings...in the New York City Skyline print. How could I not? Yes, they're super cheesy. But what thousands of Black Milk-owning girls know is that these babies they are also awesome in material, construction, and fit. I'm sure a second pair of Black Milks will enter my wardrobe at some point.

Anyway, since I don't wear leggings as pants (because they're not pants), I assumed that the cheese factor would be lowered by the fact that only a small portion of the calf would be bared to the world, and the buildings in the print would look more like abstract art. Which is exactly how they look, at least to the untrained eye. And I think I'd wear a lot more prints (more meaning some) if they were abstract, such as the two pieces from New York-based designer Kimberly Ovitz's S/S 13 collection pictured above. I don't know what they're of (if anything at all), but I don't need to either. The rest of the collection, though in good ol' fashioned solids, is quite lovely as well. However, as I have Latin to translate, I leave it up to you to verify that statement (go here).

Kimberly's name, by the way, might ring a bell to you since I mentioned it once but never posted anything proper. She is, unfortunately, one of the many designers that get lost in the black hole that is my bookmark folder. I swear I tried to organize them once, but to no avail. You should just bookmark her yourself to get up to speed. Particularly as I like her stuff more and more each season.

(Photos via Style.com)

Pei G Tsai

Today was my very first day of grad school, and though it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it definitely was a bizarre day. First of all, as I unfortunately did not take a modern language the first two times around, I am now stuck in a first-year undergrad course with people an entire decade younger than me. I can't even fathom what it's like to not have breathed 80s air, or to not remember a time before the Internets. And each and every one of these kids seem to have sprouted an extra appendage - do kids these days even know how to put their cellphone down? However, since I must choose only one, The 18-Year-Old of the Day Award goes to the guy who sat in front of me. Yes, young sir, it's a good thing you wore that tank top on a blustery day so we can all see your manly armpit hair and terrible tattoo or 'tat', as I'm sure you call it. And yes, we all recognize that you woke up an extra half an hour early to get your hair just so. Both of those things are very important to help you watch those .gifs on your laptop to the best of your ability when you're supposed to be learning Italian instead. You are, come si dice...il douchebag.

Anyway, the other notable portion of my day consisted of both me not throwing up before my Latin class with the most intimidating prof ever (in the very same room where I had a Latin class with him six whole years ago) AND him not recognizing me (as I am now blonde and bespectacled) but yet being able to give the entire class a synopsis of a paper I wrote for his class (...six years ago) after seeing my name on the attendance sheet. Oh boy. Anyway, his synopsis segways into the Pei G Tsai A/W 12/13 collection from London-based Taiwanese designer Peggy Pei-Chuan Tsai (found via NJAL). The reason being because, just as my Latin paper on Tacitus took someone else's idea and applied and revamped it to fit my topic, Peggy here has taken Julian Roberts' subtraction cutting method and experimented with it for her graduate collection (created from only four patterns in total). Three cheers for innovation!

(Photos via NJAL)

Svefn-G-Englar

This photo is very comforting to me. I believe this is still a work in progress (based on the pins present in another photo, hidden here by the belt), but, even so, seeing new creations from Patricia Ayres makes me feel that all is right in the world. Makes sense that it's fall, both my favorite season of the year and the time when my ArtLab pieces get worn the most. September, welcome.

And since we're on the topic of photos, this may be the greatest photo ever (aside from the fact that it's an Instagram, if that's even the right way to say it): Sigur Rós playing at Castello Scaligero in Verona (via Sigur Rós' Facebook). I can even hear the music just by looking at it. Fantastic.

Atifa Rasooli

Part of the reason I'm so excited about going back to school is because I can finally wear whatever I want again, all day, every day. I'm simply not cut out for the office life in any way, shape, or form: I hate office politics, I can't play the mind games involved with being around a group of women 8 hours a day, I can't comprehend how meetings are useful in any respect, and I utterly loathe business wear. I tried (half-heartedly) to dress how I was supposed to, but I just couldn't do it. Why do horrible black polyester dress pants and ruffled blouses make me more professional than well-cut black jeans and a men's InAisce linen blazer? Answer: they don't. Anyway, I hope that a couple years from now, when I might have to step back into an office job, my town's business look has become a bit more European (or at least New York-an), and an outfit in the aesthetic-ballpark of Danish designer Atifa Rasooli's work (found via NJAL) is deemed acceptable officewear by the fashionable and unfashionable alike. Otherwise, I'm out of the game for good.

Josefin Strid, S/S 13

Though I'm not a huge fan of Josefin Strid's newest collection as a whole, I totally heart the colour palette, the layering potential, the long tops on the guys, and the non-tight shorts and short skirts (why don't more designers do a bell-shaped mini?). I'm even at a place in my life right now that I can once again appreciate the fashion potential of the lab coat. But does it have to be in white?

I must also say that this is the most stunning group of models that I've seen in a while, with their angular faces and random piercings. Check out the link below to see what I mean.

(Photos by Anton Östlund, via Rodeo.net)