Since the basis of my dissertation was women's footwear, I think it is quite fitting to post some sketches by a man who many believe is the master of shoe design - Manolo Blahnik.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Head Over Heels
It was on the 11th of February that I wrote a post entitled “Getting to know you”, in which I mentioned that I had handed in my dissertation – “Does Footwear Reflect the Spirit of the Time with Regard to Feminism”… Quite a mouth full, and no small feat…And I have finally received my results. It is official; I now have a BA in Fashion. I am pleased with my results, and even more so with the fact that I persevered despite feeling like I was fighting a losing battle.
Since the basis of my dissertation was women's footwear, I think it is quite fitting to post some sketches by a man who many believe is the master of shoe design - Manolo Blahnik.
Since the basis of my dissertation was women's footwear, I think it is quite fitting to post some sketches by a man who many believe is the master of shoe design - Manolo Blahnik.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
It's all in the Detail
If you have been reading my blog from the beginning, you will know that myself and some friends are in the process of starting a label…you will also know that it is taking some time…
(I must be honest, I am not sure who the designer is of these amazing pieces, but I have a sneaky suspicion that I found them on the Etsy site).
None the less, we are getting there, albeit slowly. We are currently in the design process, which I am enjoying a whole lot more than the business side of things. We are hoping to create a brand that focuses on unique design details. Below are some pictures that I have found over the past couple months that personify interesting details – truly inspiring!
(I must be honest, I am not sure who the designer is of these amazing pieces, but I have a sneaky suspicion that I found them on the Etsy site).
Friday, June 18, 2010
Black Bag Operation
I am in serious need of a gorgeous black handbag to wear with my monochromatic winter wardrobe. Here are a few fabulous designer finds…
Chloe
Miu Miu
Alexander McQueen
Alexander McQueen
Coco Chanel
Chloe
Dior
Gucci
Miu Miu
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Coco Chanel
I am currently reading a biography of Coco Chanel – Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel – who, as I am sure you know, was a pioneering French fashion designer whose modernist philosophy, menswear-inspired fashions, and pursuit of expensive simplicity made her an important figure in 20th century fashion.
In 1922 Coco Chanel introduced a perfume, Chanel No. 5, which became and has remained exceptionally popular. I am fascinated by the many different depictions of the famous bottle – which is seemingly as popular as the perfume itself.
Coco Chanel introduced her signature cardigan jacket in 1925 and signature "little black dress" in 1926. Most of her fashions had a staying power, and didn't change much from year to year.
A little more than a decade after her death, designer Karl Lagerfeld took the reins at her company to continue the Chanel legacy.
Coco Chanel introduced her signature cardigan jacket in 1925 and signature "little black dress" in 1926. Most of her fashions had a staying power, and didn't change much from year to year.
Monday, June 14, 2010
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up.
When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome.
When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her.
Then head-butt her.
When a guidance counsellor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red.
When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen.
When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading:
“Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom.
When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time.
When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do
not turn red.
When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands.
When your father locks the door, break the window.
When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife.
When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red.
When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know.
When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,”
assure her that it is not true.
When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Jersey City, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him.
When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him.
When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him.
Do not regret this. Do not turn red.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back
By Jeanann Verlee
Jeanann Verlee is an author, performance poet, editor, activist, and former punk rocker who collects tattoos and winks at boys. I have just ordered her first full-length book of poems, Racing Hummingbirds (Write Bloody Publishing, 2010), which earned the Independent Publisher Book Award Silver Medal in Poetry.
I can't wait!
When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up.
When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome.
When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her.
Then head-butt her.
When a guidance counsellor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red.
When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen.
When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading:
“Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom.
When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time.
When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do
not turn red.
When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands.
When your father locks the door, break the window.
When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife.
When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red.
When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know.
When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,”
assure her that it is not true.
When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Jersey City, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him.
When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him.
When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him.
Do not regret this. Do not turn red.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back
By Jeanann Verlee
Jeanann Verlee is an author, performance poet, editor, activist, and former punk rocker who collects tattoos and winks at boys. I have just ordered her first full-length book of poems, Racing Hummingbirds (Write Bloody Publishing, 2010), which earned the Independent Publisher Book Award Silver Medal in Poetry.
I can't wait!
Monday, June 7, 2010
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