Oh oh oh. Over here. I have something to say. I like this bag. A lot.
D&G purse from vogue.com
You know what the hardest part about having a weird face is? Getting a hair cut. I need someone to start a Pinterest board of hair cut ideas for girls with weird faces. Weak-chinned, long-nosed, coarse-skinned, thin-lipped, wall-eyed wonders need good hair too! When I look for a new haircut, all the pictures are of the same face but with different hairstyles placed on top. Fine-boned, small-nosed, big-eyed, full-lipped girls that look good no matter what is on top of their head.
We are in the dawn of a new era when decorating blogs and magazines are starting to show photos of real/weird homes, warts and all. Why not a hairstyle blog for the strange-faced?
photo from here
To be good at something, like, really good at something, requires a certain level of repetition that can get obsessive, tedious, and boring. If you are really interested in doing something well, you can get past, or even enjoy, the monotony of that repetition. Refining the smallest gesture, making minute adjustments, researching, watching and repeating.
I admire certain teenage boys for this trait (I know there are girls out there too!). Watching the boys behind my house on my brother’s skateboard ramp, all day and well into the night going again and again and again, trying to nail the trick.
Sometimes fashion designers feel (especially economically) they have to re-invent the wheel every season: create something new from scratch, dazzle, sell, then move onto the next season. Some designers are good at this. Most aren’t. It’s not a sustainable way to work, to develop a strong identity or to hone craftsmanship. Sometimes I think the best way to come up with new ideas is to master old ones.
So, as always, I go back to Alaia. His exploration of and refinement of a few key ideas season after season, the pushing of his own boundaries through repetition, not through reinvention, is compelling to me of late.
This kind of mastery (if I can call it that) requires a monk-like devotion. It leaves no time for shitty collaborations, store opening parties, and perfume launches.
Just watched The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie last night and I quite loved the variations of school uniform Sandy wears throughout the film. Plus her lover’s oversized sweater. This is what my teen-aged self dreamed of looking like.