Patti Smith and David Lynch talk Blue Velvet and Pussy Riot.
Here’s a little something I wrote about people who wear pizza onesies, amongst other things.
Street style is dead – kinda.
Robin Givhan’s precise analysis of fashion is always great. Here’s her take on the new fashion exhibit at the Met, which focuses on mourning dress – “A widow was also a potentially dangerous woman, one with sexual experience who was untethered from marriage. Mourning attire marked her and served as a visual reminder of her formidable, discomforting knowledge.”
Bonus Givhan! A look at the journalist’s attitude to life and work.
A very thorough look at Vivienne Westwood’s new biography in the LRB.
Putin’s isolationist policies are changing everything in Russia – even the fashion industry. BoF’s two parter on the fashion media and retail sectors are essential reading.
Are you listening to Serial? (I’m not, but only because I want to wait ’til every espide is done so I can binge listen.) Here’s two articles on the more troubling aspects of broadcasting an already-troubling story. Spoiler alert, obviously.
“And I’ve never been able to believe that peace is a good present to give a young woman.” We need more advice columnists like Colette.
What it’s like to be an Instagram celebrity.
A look inside the gay wing (actual wing name – K6G) of LA Men’s Central Jail.
Ta-Nehisi Coates on the foolishness of ignoring the Bill Cosby rape allegations.
I’ve been in London for the past few days, catching up with friends, going to exhibitions (The verdict on the Hollywood Costume exhibition in the V&A? Just go now, I’ll wait here for you to come back), eating my weight in curries, tacos, dim sum and pancakes and drinking an equivalent amount of toasty mulled liquids. There’s nothing you can’t mull to make it that little bit tastier (bar Bovril, I suppose).
And sherry. I do not like sherry.
Here are some Instagrammed pictures – can we take pictures any other way now? Pathetically, I’m very proud that I only took one picture of my food and that was because I wanted to remember the day my skirt became so tight that I had to buy a new pair of trousers.
1. Skating at Somerset House – 2. A fashion newsagent on Wardour Street – 3. A very creepy print from a Brick Lane curry house – 4. Carnaby Street gets festive with The Rolling Stones – 5 – 7. Tim Walker on show at Somerset House – 8. The sad occupants of plastic bags at a manga shop near Leicester Square – 9. Eyes bigger than my belly at Wahaca (the waiter said that he was proud of me for trying anyway).
My sisters in the airport lounge…
…and at the cocktail hour.
Dad showing me the best places to shop
Huevos and veg for breakfast
Purchases – pin-up prints from the Picasso Museum
Clear PVC clutch from Bershka (of all places)
Sunset over the Sagrada Famiglia.
Yet another thing I don’t normally do is haul posts, but I think that these two purchases are too special not to share.
A Mary Katrantxou x Topshop blouse that I snagged because I happened to be up at 4am when the sale went live on the website. It looks lovely on and, true to form, I have already dripped pizza sauce all over it.
This isn’t a real 1960’s YSL Mondrian. If it was, if probably wouldn’t have been the incredibly reasonable price of forty bucks on Etsy. It is however, a 1960’s dressmaker’s copy of a YSL (it still has the dressmaker’s tags) and it’s strangely flattering, or it will be when it gets a dry cleaning blitz.