‘A la’ Yves Saint Laurent (www.themodeledit.com personal protest, use of full YSL name ) and reaction to their Instagram shutdown of all posts pertaining to H Slimane’s there, I have no images today. My mental image though, is that of thought control, implemented from the CEO throne room at the court of YSL, by eradicating all traces of Instagram imagery posted during Hedi Slimane’s tenure. Are we lost in the crossfire of some bitch fight? is this the very bitter end of a love affair that was actually only ever based on decimal points? How do we feel about that? Are we ok about being so curated? Will the disappearance of these images help us to totally forget that Hedi was ever there? Will those of us that bought some of his clothes whilst he was Creative Director feel like fools because our purchases are now considered a mistake and an aberration by YSL? Examining the ever so slightly megalomaniac leaning of this action, should we thank our lucky stars that, despite the conveyor belt through put of disposable designers, equalled only by the regularity with which Premier League football managers shuffle off their professional coil, any reference to the Yves Saint Laurent himself, has somehow dodged the cull and still remains? Although the ‘Yves’ part of the Saint Laurent was’t so lucky, was the erasing of the word ‘Yves’ a sort of ring fencing of that era, or acquiescing to a despotic Mr Slimane? How boring that not only do we have to be told the the mental state of each designer prior to them putting pen to drawing paper in order for us to understand why we should like something, thus eradicating any need for frivolous thoughts like ‘I like that colour’ Now we aren’t allowed to remember what people would prefer us to forget, and are becoming collateral damage of an argument that started off as a beautiful relationship… I’m talking about Yves Saint Laurent and his designs.
All That Glitters is Not Gold.
The sun’s out, and everything is shiny so themodeledit.com is sharing a style find. Rushing around Carnaby Street on Friday I found this top at Monki and bought it not in silver as shown, but in black, reduced from £30 to £8 in store, even though it says £15 from Asos. Loads still hanging there ( whats the matter???) It’s slightly tailored and made me get all Audrey Hepburn about myself, freckles and frizzy hair not withstanding… that is me Mrs V. I wore it under my Lee dungarees to the theatre. Nothing cultural, but a Soho venue and a day to evening situation developed. This top elevated an outfit that had pounded the streets with me by day, to ending up walking me down The Mall at 11pm by night.
On a roll (neck) and supposing that not everyone wants a tailored top, but still wants their body crossed with silver, I suggest this ever so pretty pleated metallic t shirt from Mango. Mango launched their ‘Metallics’ collection last week and have featured Karlie Kloss modelling it. They’re not silly, she’s just a gorgeous girl, naturally flipping’ fabulous. Best not to dwell there, instead look at the message; shouty silver will do the job, nothing left for you to worry about, lipgloss or ‘stick if you fancy, and Glow from Topshop because I fancy . Now read on for news of your bottoms…
Big Girl Knickers, (themodeledit.com has it covered)
Dolce and Gabbana
Now that we have that out of our systems, but at the same time have set the waistline quite high, I shall continue.
To quote Dita Von Teese, flamboyant and professional knicker wearer.
”Don’t save your good lingerie for dates, wear it for YOU’.
Shall some of us also interpose ‘husbands’ for ‘dates’?
Shall we wear what tickles our fancy and shake it up a bit, given that styles for S/S 2016 don’t include clothes being superglued to our arses?
There has never been a better time to shop the navel grazing pantie. Truly, when I started researching this post I underestimated the size (just the once, promise) of this phenomenon, and am now knee deep in knickers. This just goes to show me that big girl panties are on the up and up…. Cutting to the chafe, we can swap our our g string days for regulation school uniform undies,and from there to lacy lady knickers. There is nothing or everything, to hide in. We can mete out the sexy. I don’t need to point out every nuance of the sensual slip of your choice, however, in my mind, the bigger the knicker, the longer the reveal… As I mentioned in my recent Fashion post Join The Navy knickers that maintain full cheek contact are stating their case, and this season’s fashion cares not a fig leaf for that bully, VPL. You are literally spoilt for choice and I felt frenzied about what I would wear, what I wanted to recommend for you and the full economic panoply.
Gym Thing and The Easter Funny
HAPPY EASTER
From me to you…
I’m just throwing out some calories before I refuel with the Choc Fest hopping my way.
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Whistles Split Dress £180
With navy blue, I feel it’s a ‘get it while you can’ situation. Always when you’re not looking, your hearts desire confronts you. Just as I was contemplating a rethink of my underwear, strings to knickers with hanky pockets in them, I had my resolve confirmed., with good window dressing by Whistles. A school uniform dress whose subversive splits; 1, immediately makes you Head Girl, adding t shirt and trainers ready for P.E. and 2, could really wine and dine crotch to chin knickers. How about a glimpse of a substantial amount of material clinging to your bottom, instead of… bottom? Both dresses can accommodate full frontal and back-al (?) panties. It’s the way to go and my next post will confirm, convince and coersce you in to more is the new sexy, vis a vis knickers. Good, you’re all on board. The other beautiful navy blue dress, also by Whistles, is in fact the high street chaser to my last post concerning stark naked shoulders, Trends, Not Necessarily Spends, and should convince you that I am on it every inch of the catwalk so that you don’t have to be. Get your shoulders ready to be admired but not adorned for that ever so important one day of sunshine that is almost, nearly, perhaps, certain to come our way here in the UK. How short is this post compared to my pet rant of a post Just The Clothes Please ?
Truly, the little schoolgirl split dress stopped me in my trackies in St Christophers Place, W1 yesterday. Happy to do detention in that dress.
Just The Clothes Please.
Firstly, I sort of do want to apologise for ‘picking on’ Rick Owens. Whilst it’s true that I’m not a fan, I do admire his candour and his earnest and egotistical belief in what he’s doing. Rick Owens is representative of some designers from this generation, and because of that he serves my purpose well. As yet, I’m not a front row regular at Press shows, although I should be as I need to ask; is everyone sitting tight on their front seat thrones, scared of losing their footings? Will no one give an honest unbiased opinion. Why is no one pointing and laughing? Truly Mr Owens, whilst your furniture is fabulous ( and I definitely think that’s the way to go), your clothes are patronising, unwearable in their catwalk state ( you do amend these for people that go to the toilet right?) and are body binding. Don’t think Azzedine Alaia or Herve Leger, think more a Gladys Aylward scenario, and therefore tyrannical and not liberating. I am probably a Mastodon in so far that my model mates and I are largely extinct on the catwalks of today, however my memory of Yves Saint Laurent expounding the motivation behind his each and every collection is nil. Yes, that’s because he didn’t have to, his clothes did the talking, not his ego.
Yves Saint Laurent Haute Couture Knitted Wedding Dress 1965
I’m bored of being lectured by designers about their creations. I want their creations to wander freely in my imagination, to interpret them for myself, and to let my imagination ensnare the items that I will be wearing because they speak directly to me. I don’t need an interpreter to tell me why I like something. I also don’t need my conscience pricked by a couturier, I have all my other senses honed to that. Spare us the designer doctrines, editorialised despite any genuine responsibility to us the customer. What happened to clothes shopping being a treat, an escape or just fun? I don’t want to be beaten about the head by a banner waving designer. Please leave my body image and wardrobe aesthetics out of the political forum. Another thing, where exactly does this fashion fawning stop? I don’t care which model ‘opened’ or ‘closed’ the show. Will we get to the point where the model is questioned about the angst or joy behind her interpretation of the clothes that she’s modelling, why she particularly paused before she snapped round and headed back up the runway, was that her statement on world peace, who cares? Certainly not themodeledit .Tell you what designers, you send out the clothes. Fashion editors, you report on them, honestly and then, given the above information, we your audience/clients, will make an informed choice. Not designers, because you felt the need to validate the existence of your clothes by sewing a metaphorical poem into them. We don’t need your poem, we need you to spread before us your collections, we’ll channel the rest. It goes like this; “does my bum look big in this?” etc, etc, because if it does, I ain’t buying it. Even if it was inspired by a sonnet written by Shakespeare and dedicated to the travesty of Elizabethan Plague deaths.
Trends, Not Necessarily Spends.
Buff up the shoulders right now as they absolutely have it this year, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. This is really good news, because, and please tell me that none of us have shoulder issues, we can all be on the same page . We can pay and display, tiny glimpses, or the full on armpit to armpit, off the shoulder look. Ok, it might possibly be reasonably said that we may give some viewers the cold shoulder, but not before we’ve given them a clear shot of a very sexy, feminine piece of our bodies, without it being x rated. We can go pretty or we can go raunchy. There are no holes barred on our shirts, T’s, blouses, dresses, the lot. We are naked…in patches.
Mrs V and Edeline Lee
Completing my dispatches from the seated side of the catwalk, I give you Edeline Lee and the presentation of her A/W 2016 collection, rather than a show, which was a first for me. The format of a presentation is a good one for themodeledit.com, because it allows a time to really see the clothes, static and moving, up close and on the horizon. Apropos of what’s important to me, it highlighted the fact that my iPhone 5 is not all that in the camera dept. Or am I a fool with a lens?
What Edeline Lee does, even though it’s presented in a very edgy way, is design incredibly pretty and wearable clothes. Taken piece by piece this collection could accompany you anywhere. Obviously I’m first in the queue for the green lurex ensembles. They will transport me from party to party next festive season. Before that madness, I’m going very navy and ecru. I’ve featured the wool t shirt with wide legged trousers. Or, the v necked dress with appliqué flowers, which, because I have nothing to particularly flaunt in a v neck way, I’d pussy bow myself silly with one of the trillion skinny scarves available, in order to circumnavigate the dearth in my decolletage. Deconstructed navy and ecru coats, they’re the answer to loads of Winter, can I be warm and stylish, questions. Who can’t wear any or some of that look? See below.
My comment would be that this collection, could have stood out even more with the addition of a couple of older models thrown in the mix. It would transcend the divide and open up Miss Lee’s customer base. Where’s the harm in that?
They have my email…
Do Sweat the Small Stuff, and Why Hip Hop is Us This Summer.
It is without hesitation, but definitely repetition, that I bang on again about the influence that sports gear is having this season. Even those of you in my congregation that assume a Kettlebell is Alessi’s new offering for the minimalist kitchen, should limber up and get on this style’s starting blocks. Oh, and please don’t let themodeledit.com be alone in Lidl’s wearing my tracksuit when the only sweat that I’ve broken into is over whether or not their prize winning Extra Virgin Olive Oil is in stock or not. I’m permitting you to pose not as fitness fanatics, but fashion one’s. I am wearing two different colour combos of Adidas Originals in this post. Both from the menswear section…I also have a couple of designer track pants, including an Abercrombie & Fitch quasi Tuxedo pair that I’ve worn with ankle boots. I’ve also teamed the whole look together with an uber bright coat from Sydney Davies, sporty and sleek.
Straight Outta Compton, and straight into your wardrobe.
London Fashion Week Groupie
Once I had surmounted the overwhelming feeling that ‘it should have been me’ as soon as the spotlight chose it’s victim, I totally assumed my role as Mrs V, style blogger. I was searching for anything that would congratulate and inhabit the woman whose wardrobe, isn’t necessarily the target audience for this, that and the other designers showing at London Fashion Week. J.JS Lee sent out looks that I could disseminate and imprint on a variety of my target audience. I like the strident reds and blacks. I liked the dress over trousers suggestion, although the ‘trousers’ did turn out to be leg warmers. Donna Karan’s wrap dress 15 years ago, was the last time I really considered doing that, but it’s my favourite , a multi tasker; sexy and practical. You can seriously stress your Louboutins seeking that combo out. I also loved the big blousey tweed coats and dresses. There are many wearability miles in this collection, but standout next to the water-cooler looks too. If this is a label that you hadn’t previously considered and you’re looking for fabulousness in your work world, please investigate this beautiful, totally current collection. Shout it out checks with big coats concealing body contouring tweed dresses. Nice juxtaposition. Plenty to inspire and more than plenty to covet. Nicely done and thank you for the permission J.JS Lee.
