kicks

New year, new kicks. Air force ones of course.
One question though....why are girl's crepes so sub-par?
Yes, I have ovaries. No, I don't like slim-line, glittered, sequined atrocities.
Kids range it is then.

head space

head space/space hair. beautiful hair, beautiful people.
goodbye social networking sites, hello productivity, direction and blogging.
x J

Fashion as design/art

So according to Matt Raymond's somewhat confidently named 'Trend Forecaster's Handbook', fashion as design art is set to get big, bigger than it already is (who can forget Chalayan's skirt-cum-table architecture/apparel hybrid), the cornerstone of our future one could say. Take McQueen's S/S 2010 collection of deconstructionist footwear (in the sense of "something" having more than one interpretation). It's straight to the museum or a 'deconstructed' ankle for you my dear (in the 'pre-lude to reconstructive surgery' sense).

Case in point: Marloes ten Bhömer. His shoes are selling as both as footwear and artefacts, in equal measure. Not sure what my thoughts are on these....admirable use of recyclable materials and all....but the opaque tight in the last shot, really? Semi-geriatric, semi-ikea.... not so sure. Guess that's why you pop 'em on the mantlepiece instead.

http://www.thefuturelaboratory.com/about-us/the-team/martin-raymond/

http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/index.php

sick tings on ebay this week

Nueva Rock

I say 'New Rock' and what do you think? Fifteen year old Camden days spent lounging by the canal, sweet n sour chicken in one hand and atticus tshirt in the other? Hours spent laughing at pubescent semi-goths with their Emily Strange hoodies and stripy knee high socks? (To be fair I didn't look much better....pink netting hoodies on a chubby frame with pigtails and combat trousers were not a peng look). A haggard, festering old punk who would do awful things to you in an alley behind the Good Mixer after one too many snakebites? I digress.

An ebay-enabled trip down memory lane this morning revealed quite a different story....granted the PVC-clad orthopedic look still reigns supreme.....but a handful (a teen-size handful mind) of their offerings are actually half decent, and even appropriate, for the average post-emo joe.

Those Spaniards know how to construct a sick ankle boot: check out the metal heel of offering number one, the 'snouty' toe on number two and the slip-rings on number three. As a friend scoffed at me on a recent night out, "oh, did you step in a bit of Camden on the way here?" Yes, yes i fucking did, and it felt good.

J

Polly Morgan

i think her work is beautiful. although the morbidity shocked me at first, as well as the brutal angle at which some of the carcasses had been positioned (the pigeon in particular), i think her work is actually rather empowering. all of these animals would have rotted or been preyed upon if she'd left them as roadkill, and the way in which she has displayed them emphasizes the beauty and fragility of animals that we overlook and disregard every day as common, un-extraordinary or pests. morgan's work raises awareness and i love it. over two grand for a dead bird though? think i'll stick to KFC.

anemone

don't be darft

So yeah I bum the FT. Everyone here is super-nice (the other interns totally took me under their metaphorical wings, although one has a wing-like tattoo but i have yet to perch under it), the work’s super-interesting (transcribed an interview with Jonny of Acne today) and the pay…well the pay’s non-existent…but to be fair I’d probably pay myself to be here. Yeah I know, this blog is vomit-inducing. Daily duties include finding cut-outs, compiling roundups of fashion-related news features, dealing with PR companies (cue the vomit) and generally just being ‘fabulous’. Joke, there’s nothing pretentious about this office whatsoever. And that’s what I love.
Know what else I love? New Era’s new Star Wars collaboration (see Darf Vader below) and Martyn Bal’s A/W 2010 collection (see leather sleeved coat below). Know what I don’t love? The fact that I will never own either of these seeing as:

1) I don’t live in Japan

2) I forget…oh yeah I don’t have 2 grand knocking around.

Guess that’s what dreaming and perverse overweight Japanese businessmen husbands are for…
Peace out x

First day at work...

I feel fifteen again. I've obsessively checked that my bag has not consumed my passport one million times and now sit trembling in Pret fretting about being too casually dressed and blah blah. Basically it's my first day at FT fashion, a 2 month internship with the prestigious Nicola Copping. Goodbye high-tops goodbye galivanting hello dinner parties, ikea and potentially a mortgage. It's about time.
X j


J

argh.

Eyjafjallajokull. I blame you for the last few days of silence. And delaying our return from paradis by a week. And stranding a group of lithe canadian skater boys at our resort. I love you Eyjafjallajokull.

Flying back soon, last installment of photos including Percy the 'pervy chameleon' who spends his life perched beside the hotel's ladies' toilet, beady eye rotating in ectasy.






















J

the falls

Lincus took us all over the island today, including a 2 hour treck through tropical forest, dive in a waterfall and ride (well, stand) on a massive derelict air liner in an abandoned air field. I know a girl who would've loved the latter. Too tired to babble, here are the fotes x