Reunited and it Feeeels so Good

Paths Fashion Show Spring 2012

The coolest designs at the PATHS  fashion show held no particular similarity to each other. Some I could envision myself in, like the green romper or the asymmetrical silk tank top, others I could never pull off (blue wings are just too Lady Gaga for my sty). The show itself was made up of high school age designers parading down the makeshift runway modeling clothes that they had either designed or modge-podged together from two different items of clothing. The clothes ranged from inspiring and totally grool (Mean Girls anyone?) to kind of crappy. For instance, the bottom of one jacket was just blunt fabric with no hem. Aside from a couple other oversights like that, the clothes were pretty snazzy. The dress second up from the bottom was made out of the top of a wedding dress the girl wearing it found at Goodwill and a skirt that she made. By far my favorite design however, was the long blue sheath/cape/gown/fabulous thing pictured on the woman wearing the crown of sticks. That, my friends, is art.

Juergen Teller

Dear Charlotte,

This afternoon I had the opportunity to wish upon a stray eyelash. I take these things very seriously and yet often find myself wishing for the impossible (getting a pet owl, preferably named Hedwig, was a frequent wish in 4th grade, and ok 5th and 6th grade too). Today, I wished I was Juergen Teller, fashion photographer extraordinaire, the creator of countless advertisements for Marc Jacobs, Missoni, Celine, Comme des Garcons, and Vivienne Westwood, among others. He started out by shooting Kurt Cobain (eek!) before Nirvana was very famous back in 1991 and soon enough was famous in the fashion industry. I can always tell when a photo is shot by him because he makes everyone look extremely, incredibly, impossibly, cool. There's no other word for it. In most of his shots there is an aspect of strange, but the person, or people in the photo always look like they don't give a shit about what you think of them. This, I have learned, is the only way to get away with doing things differently. Bravo, Juergen Teller, Bravo.
luuurve,
Sarah

P.S. Holy moly me oh my, (you're the apple of my eye, moats and boats and waterfalls, etc etc) SPIDERMAN. How I love him, his ladies, and of course the actor portraying him in this summer's rendition Andrew Garfield! Let him BE MIIIINE

Spider-Man Ladies and Rants

Dearest Sarah,

Yesterday my day was spent eating alone and reading 60 whatever-year-old Spider-Man comics so ya-know it was productive. And as much as I love the rip roaring fights between Peter Parker and Doctor Octopus I always enjoy reading the tragic love stories that take place in each issue more. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LOVE AND ACCEPT HIM AS THE MASKED HERO HE IS BETTY? There are significantly less female roles in the comic but the ones that do exist are always well dressed and inspired me to draw some fabulous-fifties attire with a twist:

On the left is basically a classic dress that's seen a lot throughout the series, although it primarily worn in black so I FUNKIFIED IT UP BITCHES(plus she has blue hair which made the outfit a lot cooler than it would have been) and if you will kindly move your gaze over to the right you will see the shape of a regular dress of that era with a hood (Ooo) and some strange design I put down the front.

ALRIGHTY. So with the outfit on the left I basically copied a look out of Spider-Man but than I changed the top so it looked more Asian-y which I liked. On the last one, I took the top of a striped dress and made it a crop-top(how does she do it?) and then gave the little lady lovely high-waisted mom-jeans. Classy! 

Side Note: Excuse the broad shoulders on the orange-shirt girl. She has an unfortunate birth defect.

Now I will fully understand if you cease to continue reading as you scroll down to my upcoming rant but I am going to get it out of my system.

FAIR WARNING WAS GIVEN:

So as I was reading one of your recent posts Sarah,(I loved them by the way!) I came across a reference of yours to Us Magazine's "Fashion Police". Now I am in no way denying the fact that I've read the magazine before. I can't lie and say I don't enjoy reading 99% false celebrity gossip on occasion. HOWEVER, the article "Fashion Police" reeeeaaalllllly gets to me. If you're better than me and have escaped the lure of Us, than I'll explain. Basically the last two pages of the magazine are dedicated to 10+ images on celebrities apparently caught in the act of fashion "blunders" and then a panel of 15 or whatever "comedians" degrade and mock them. Lovely!

I often view Hollywood as a producer of cookie-cutter celebrities. This isn't the fault of the actors, actresses etc. but of society for dictating what is acceptable and what is not, and without society actors jobs would no longer exist. So, in effect they're forced to conform to the strict ideals presented to them . As a result, seeing celebrities featured in "Fashion Police" drives me crazy. These are people who have decided to be brave and think outside the box in a world that tries to stifle creativity. Yet instead of being praised for their fashion intelligence or daring choices they're ridiculed. Often the celebrities that end up in this article are the likes of Anna Wintour, Elle Fanning etc. Each of these ladies have such amazing style and independence. Anna Wintour is literally the face of fashion and in so many circles, the newest fashions are drawn from what she has decided. Elle Fanning, is years beyond her age and I'm literally obsessed with her. She's not only a minor being attacked through paparazzi but one of the most individualistic people in Hollywood at only fourteen. 

I wrote a while back to the magazine complaining about the article. I wasn't expecting to get a response  because I probably sounded like a psychotic bitch raving about the faults in today's society but it kind of felt good anyway. To rap this little diddy up, I get it if you like reading the magazine or others like it. I really do. Just maybe next time look over they articles similar to "Fashion Police"(dumb name by the way) and maybe kind of get what I'm talking about. OK SO I'M DONE NOW. You can breathe a sigh of relief. I'll go quietly back to my spider-man now and weep to myself.

(To be honest I really like this look so boo to you Us)

XOXO-

Char

Badgley Mischka

While Spring is supposed to be '50s style "pretty," as so many magazines screamed at us, Badgley Mischka's Fall 2012 collection is keeping pretty without losing Fierce (with a capital F, mind you). This is the brand that oh so many Red Carpeters have worn (Sarah Jessica Parker, anyone?) so their looks have to be of the moment while keeping that semi-conservative classiness that is important for those who fear the "Fashion Police" section of Us Magazine. They, as always, stick to these parameters without losing the cool-factor. My favorite part of their Fall Collection is their commitment to shoulder detailing. Whether encasing the shoulders in black shoulder-enlarging material or revealing the shoulders through cut-outs, I love it all. 

Dear Charlotte,

Yesterday after school I went and saw The Artist with my mom, starring two actors I hadn’t heard of until then, Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo. Both are obviously French by their names but that didn’t matter because this movie was a silent film, a 10-Oscar nominated silent film at that.

I had never seen a silent movie before (I know, I know, how uncultured I am!) and went into it thinking I was in for some easy entertainment-no talking, no real emotion, right? Wrong. How naïve I was, that old non-silent-movie-watching self!

This movie beat every possible emotion out of me-nostalgia for a time I didn’t even live in (from the roaring ‘20s to the depressed ‘30s), an aching sadness that I carried with me even after the movie ended, and humor at the many comic moments including a talented jack russel terrier.

Dujardin’s expressive face helps him transform from an arrogant actor who jovially plays with his dog to a helpless and angry man shamed by his own profession. Bejo plays her part as a rising star in the new “talkies” well and the fact that she looks like Christy Turlington doesn’t hurt either (lucky b****).

I still don’t understand how a movie without talking can convey such a range of feelings and situations. And I really don’t understand how I have probably never been more moved by a movie than by this one when there is barely a script at all. I’ve sobbed through Titanic, The Notebook, and Secret Life of Bees but never has one got to me like The Artist. It deserves every nomination.

I hope it’s playing in Botswana so you can go see it!

LURVE YEW

xx

Sarah

P.S. Ever since you pointed out the Prada flame shoes to me I have been seeing them EVERYWHERE. You are quite the trend spotter buddy ol’ pal!

HELLO!

I completely agree with your last post about Tumblr vs. Facebook (we're such a deep blog...) and to be honest a lot of the artistic ideas I have often grow from various pictures I've reblogged on the website. I think it's really helpful with finding an outlet where you can express who you really are without retribution from any of those girls who like making insults that sound like compliments at school. 

So remember that fashion show a few weeks back? A day or so later it was featured on the front page of the country paper! Yes I'm just now uploading it. I ACCEPT MY FLAWS. (Anyway here it is...)

PERTY COOL? I thought so.

I've decided that this post is going to be about shoes as well so here are two different ones that I'm currently in love with. I WANT I WANT.

Prada Flame Heels

 Tom Ford's new wedge sandal

I feel that if I were to own the first pair it would instantly make me 1,00000X cooler. With the Tom Ford pair I'm picturing myself elegantly gliding in to some high class party on the top of a pent house in this Alexander Mcqueen dress . This WILL happen. 

So long dear Sarah!

xoxo Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,
Wow, I actually hate you. How come I don't get to take part in a major fashion show? Jeezlouise, you lead a blessed life woman.
I don't know if we have talked about this before, but I was thinking the other day how much knowledge I actually get from Tumblr. It's so far superior to facebook because A. people are actually honest about their emotions and don't give off the "happy effect" that facebookers give off (the one where they seem like they're having waaay more fun then they actually are) and B.Tumblr is all about sharing cool things, rather than giving way to unhealthy stalking (which I am all too familiar with..)
The point of this rant is that on Tumblr a month or so ago, I came across a quote that said "When you take a little bit from everywhere else, it makes a place feel just like home." For some reason this has stayed with me ever since I first saw it, perhaps because it was one of those statements that makes an abstract idea seem simple and substantial. I love the idea of having objects that once belonged to someone else or came from far away in my house. Not just necessary things, like furniture, but little knickknacks and chachkies that have been accumulated over years.
I like the idea of having something that had a whole life before me and a history that I don't even know about.
As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm not exactly a big-time Minimalist. My house is full of random found objects and mismatched old furniture. The other day I got home and found the kitchen bookshelf completely cleaned out (apparently my mother wanted to do some mid-winter cleaning). Walking in, it felt completely wrong so I set about putting all the little "Guys" as my mom calls them, back on their shelf (hence the photo above). I can't wait to make my own collection of "Guys" and stuff from "every where else" to form my own home. Woo to a Small Appartments in New York City!!!!!!
I miss you muchly,
LOVE,
Sarah

Hi!
It's me Charlotte, I'm not dead. Saturday was LE FASHION SHOW and it was amazing! I don't think I've ever experienced such a high-stress situation before with missing make-up artists and wardrobe malfunctions,  but I loved every minute of it. I spent my time getting water for the designers, fixing lights, dressing the models and helping with transitions. The show began in a darkened room  with only a single spotlight that illuminated a woman who began to recite a poem. She was standing inside a giant dress made out of plastics and newspapers that was probably ten feet tall. She would switch off between chanting and singing and as she did so, a model came out wearing this elaborate ring around her with metallic fringe and a large circle on her head with tassels made out of the same material. Then the show began. I'll post pictures soon after I sort them out! I loved your art post! BONNE! (I'm working on my French, how's it coming?)
Salut mon cherie!
--Charlotte