NYFW 2010 Wrap Up!

It is safe to say that New York Fashion Week for fall 2010 was all about “the statement” look. Furs, embellishments, velvet, structured leather and pure elegance rushed the cat walks with their warm and welcoming presence. The trends are a true return to luxury with a simplistic twist. The material mash-ups and long skirts are definitely a note to make in your fall 2010 shopping must haves if you’re thinking that far ahead… like me.
(Photo: Brian Reyes Fall 2010)

The Origin of Art in Paris

While reviewing the prints and patterns for spring 2010 I realized how much fashion reflects every era our earth has experienced; I am not talking just about the 20th century either. The faded colors of ancient etchings and paintings on stone, and the images themselves, are used constantly as inspiration for a unique fabric.
SO, in the midst of this revelation I discovered an interesting cave I wanted to share.

The Paleolithic cave paintings in Lascaux are beautifully crafted works of art that are said to be over 16,000 years old. In the southwest of France there is a complex of caves that consist primarily of realistic images of animals, humans and abstract signs that total over 2000 images.
Discovered in 1940 the cave has been open then closed, then open, then closed again due to damages by the public, air conditioning systems and high powered lights that were installed in the caves for tourists. In 2008 the cave had been closed for at least 3 months for scientific research and preservation.
The images are truly remarkable and varying in size and brilliant colors. The paintings origin are unclear, however, there have been theories ranging from the pictures being constructed from astrological mapping to visions experienced during ritualistic trance-dancing.

Matching Denim hot for Spring 2010?!

... Well, I'm really into it; however, matching the denim in the proper way.
Is there a technique to it? Absolutely, and it can go utterly wrong if you are not extremely careful about your pickings and may end up looking like a color coordinated farmer. No, we do not want that people.

My suggestions:

1. Make sure the denims that you are attempting to match has shades that are far from matching!!! Avoid wearing denims that are too close in color... go for a dark pant with a light top or vice versa.
2. Avoid "western" accessories; try pairing chic and "uptown/mod" shoes and jewelry with the outfit... we don't want to look like we are traveling back to 2004 when boho chic came in do we?!
3. Id try to stay away from that camel/tan color all together when it comes to bags and accessories. Again, the "western" theme is not what we want. Go for black, deep brown or Burgundy belts, bags and shoes.
4. Finally, make sure the cuts of the denim are current, borderline TOO current, possibly verging on the line of being labeled "so 20__" if you get my drift? If your not wearing matching denims that are clearly "now" fashion (ie. boyfriend patched jeans, worn denim (sooo key this season), skinny jeans etc) you risk looking like the farmer we have been trying to avoid!

MKA finally debute "The Row" at NYFW!

So Mary-Kate and Ashley finally showed their Fall 2010 line of The Row at New York's Fashion week! I am a huge fan of anything MKA so I drooled the entire show... absolutely breathtaking.
The mix of textured navy blues, sheer fabric and accents of leather paired beautifully with the seamless tailoring of the dress pants, asymmetrical skirts and discretely ruched cocktail dresses. The line reflected the New York woman who claims to "only take 15 minutes to get ready in the morning"; we know these women are lying but, to be honest, they can say whatever they want when they are dressed that fabulous!

Sleep Till Death

Striking from hell’s angry grave,
We are aloft the white peaks of a mad sea.
While shells of skulls and earth remain,
The flesh of bone perishes amid the furry.

Niamh’s Bones

Under her tread, the gut of the land
Soaks her worn shoes, soiling her apron.
Forming her childlike frame into a pitiful arch
Her flesh fell into a breaking fear,
Grasping rotten potatoes buried
In the grime asylum of a bog.
Amongst the sodden packet
Of the others, she held her breath
In the midst of dying thickets;
None of which could shelter quarried lovers.
The field offered no sense or nonsense,
Only muffled winds and famished souls.
In silence, they become the maggots
Of a shivering havoc.

The Peril of Virtue

Hope is the one
Who fools us all.
The wake of an inferno;
it engulfs our trembling
lungs like a seething furnace
who burns its coal
in a fury of kindling.

It sprays fumes of purple haze
And spews a stream of flame
From a flamed vent
Far too heavy to conquer.
Cobalt ashes and a singing blaze
Silence the sound of reason,
Flogging our delirium.

A desolate sanctuary
For screeching lambs
Misguided into a wasted league,
Aloft the desperation of fate,
Are propelled into a wrath
Of void and spellbound red.

This fathomless beast becomes
our slumber and our exile.