I don't know why, but the title of this blog entry bothered me.
As a designer, my mind screamed, "Where do you think fashion comes from?! You think the people in the photographs just conjured up the clothes with a flick of their magic wand?!"
Of course, I reminded myself that I love looking at these street style blogs for new & innovative ways to put together pieces & see pieces I don't normally have access to. This begs the question of which comes first? Or which influences the other more? There isn't a definitive answer to this, but it's something I will be thinking about.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Hermès Collier de Chien has been an obsession of mine for a quite while. While I still can't decide on the configuration of my absolute dream Birkin (35 or 40 or 50 cm? gold or silver hardware? definitely Black Box leather!), I know I want this cuff in Black with silver hardware. Having two would be the ultimate in luxury!
You can only imagine my delight when I discovered the template for the paper Collier de Chien. It's definitely not a replacement for the real one, but a good placeholder on my wrist. You can choose one of many designs & download your own template here. Here is a (bad) photo of my own handiwork:
Friday, November 12, 2010
In one of the scenes in the movie "The Darjeeling Limited," Jack Whitman (played by Jason Schwartzman) & Rita (played by Amara Karan) sit together in a train car & share a smoke the morning after a dalliance in the bathroom. "Where Do You Go To, Lovely" sung by Peter Sarstedt plays in the background. When I heard a line in this song, I knew it had to be the title of my blog.
Here is an excerpt below:
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds & pearls in your hair, yes there are.
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian & Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.