Tomorrow, I fly out to Stockholm for a pretty short trip abroad as I return on Wednesday morning. I’m flying out for the Acne Jeans SS09 show and will be laden with all sorts of Acne Jeans facts/tidbits (and possibly some goodies…) when I return. More importantly, I’ll be meeting the folks at Acne and demanding WHY they did not put THOSE cage skirts into the shops (or maybe they did and they were only available in Stockholm…)… questions need to be answered, goddamnit!
Naturally, I’ll be wearing my floral cage skirt courtesy of Angie Montreal to really hone in my point.
Acne’s online store may not be yielding any cage skirts but as usual, it is all rippingly covetable stuff…the sort of gear that doesn’t need extra embellishment to do the pieces justice…
A few people have commented that my style has gotten more streamlined, less layered, and in some cases, ‘more to their tastes’. Oh joy. Me losing the layers is getting brownie points with some people. Unfortunately this doesn’t really reassure or please me in the slightest because I feel like somehow I’m lacking a bit of ‘me’. I was pondering this the other day as I had a look through my pics and then it hit me that I hadn’t been back to Hong Kong in over a year and a half. Just to reiterate that, that is a really long time for me. Furthermore, the Japan Centre has stopped stocking all my favourite Japanese fashion magazines and the prices have been hiked up yet again. Heck, I don’t even go home as much these days to browse through my mum’s mag stash. It’s not that Hong Kong or South East Asia in general has a direct effect on my style but I’ll admit that certain style aesthetics that I’ve nurtured since my teens has something to do with those places far out east and the motherland and all. Whilst I’ve always maintained that I miss the food more than the fashion, little niggles do creep in and urges to rush to a cheap mall and buy some HKD10 tat that I can layer, style and jazz up to my heart’s content and some ‘wah-ho-cutey-ar!’ accessories to add to the outfit.
It doesn’t look like I’ll be making it back to the Fragrant Harbour until the end of this year and even then, having just checked flight prices on Virgin and nearly choking on my Vitamin Water and needing to think twice. Therefore I’ll just glance at pics from the July issue of So-En magazine, which I’m sure my local mall in Hong Kong would carry in their specialist Japanese magazine section for FAR less than whatever ppl are charging around here (NY-ers have it lucky in the Japanese/Korean mag front, from what I’ve read at Fops and Dandies). Online browsing of course is never the same as physical paper tearing and gazing but I’m hoping to find a bit of the ‘old me’ soon.
Ah…the wonders of visual merchandising aka shop display… whoever had the wonderful idea of customising the tights on the shop dummies in the womenswear department of Selfridges in Manchester is a clever one seeing as I was transfixed by the mannequin and spent a good five minutes studying it intently, during which I might have also picked up what the mannequin was also wearing and promptly went to seek it out.
Except, for me, the fascination ended at the tights, the way they had managed to cut up a pair of black tights so expertly so that they achieved a ‘web’ effect, with the strands of yarn/thread in the tights making a wonderful distressed effect, similar to the tights seen at Rodarte AW08-9 but with more opaque parts of the tight interspersed between the ‘web’ sections. Hard to explain and it does make it even harder to demonstrate visually when my own botched attempts with a pair of black cotton tights didn’t really pan out with the right effects. Cutting little slits in the tights made quite substantial strongly round holes in the tights and then it was a case of getting a pair of closed scissors and swiping the tights in a downward motion with the point of the scissors until a ladder appeared. Of course, I had to do all of this tights-jabbing whilst I was wearing the tights so I’ve also got a bit of a gash on my calf to add to my myriad of mosquito bite bruises etc. Oh well… deliberate holey tights it is then… better luck next time… or better yet, Rodarte tights anywhere?
I did something quite hazardous to my health yesterday. I was ‘dream browsing’. No, not the online safe sort. The in-store, with wafty music and in amongst the presence of other shoppers who could well afford the racks of clothes on offer, kind of ‘dream browsing’. I did this dangerous activity in the London department store trio of Harvey Nichols (is it me or has the ambiance improved greatly?), Selfridges (is it me or has the ambiance gotten more dreadful?) and Liberty (is it me or does this store never fail to instill a sense of calmness in you?).
It involved a lot of walking around, touching things, picking things up and putting them down again and basically tricking the mind into thinking one can afford a ¬£400 dress. It’s the sort of shallow meandering in shops that will probably make people guffaw a little. Anyhow, the one label that repeatedly made me deluded to the point of nearly taking a dress to a cash till was 6267. I’ve been meaning to give some sort of a shout out to the labels coming out of Milan Fashion Week that aren’t boring me to tears and are in fact really impressive. Derercuny and Francesco Scognamiglio are part of this brigade too. But in my dream browsing sessions, 6267 dresses were wow-ing me with their choice of fabrics, detailing and shapes. Tommaso Aqualiano and Roberto Rimondi, two ex-Maxmara designers haven’t veered too far away from one’s idea of Italian fashion but it’s the extra edge that they have brought to the table that makes their clothes appealing. Sarah Mower called them on on their blatant ‘homage’ to Nicholas Ghesquiere in their latest AW08-9 collection but a very detailed description of what they were trying to achieve and how they did that with fabrics, colours and inspirations on their website convinces me that they weren’t merely doing lazy nods towards Ghesquiere.
‚ÄúCurvilinear Lines‚Äù follow the body and sudden verticals give the figure a slim but feminine line, seen in the short skirts to the knee, like the tiny women in old music boxes; Degas! Not tulle, but Mikado, faille and simple black and white overchecks, emphasised by touches of pale pink light, faintly echoing an infantile femininity."
Oh well…at the end of the day, 6267 proposed to me something that I very nearly parted 500 quid for yesterday which sounds a little robotic and transactional but I guess it does come down to that business minded building of a clientale and I look forward to what 6267 come up with in the future so I can engage in more dream browsing through their clothes, touching the fine fabrics and imagining ridiculous situations like being able to afford a 500 quid dress.