SS15: Rodarte’s Sea Tales

Rodarte! How I’ve missed you! You’ve been here all along, sending interesting collections down the runways, but for a few seasons now I have awaited the sweet return of the type of rich and vibrant story that made me fall so deeply in love with you in the first place. I’ve waited patiently for your storylines to mesh inextricably once again with your essential gorgeously strange, unexpected aesthetic – and this season, Spring... Read More

SS15: Mara Hoffman’s Rainbow Vision

In the midst of the striving and trending and innovating of fashion week, sometimes we just need to give thanks for the color and vibrancy and sheer optimism of a designer like Mara Hoffman, who injects what seems to be something close to pure happiness into her collections from season to season. And true to form, her Spring 2015 collection brought yet another infusion of joy to our pleasure centers, while also stepping up the refinement of her offerings.... Read More

FW14: Marni’s Twisted Birds

Marni is one Milan show we always await with bated breath. Not always accessible and certainly not always pretty, Consuelo Castiglioni’s collections are nevertheless consistently packed with power, intellectual interest, and a different perspective on femininity. Like Prada, Marni often eschews sex appeal in favor of something more articulate, more thoughtful, more experimental – all of which is a welcome respite from the overt sexiness... Read More

Inkbramble’s Top Ten, NYFW: #10, Gary Graham

“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.” -Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces We’re deep into London Fashion Week now, and New York already feels like a dream. Lest we forget the treasures too soon... Read More

Dia de los Butterflies

“Here are letters, all yours (already on the folds their traces of jerky pencil are fading). By day, folded up, they sleep, amid dry flowers, in my fragrant drawer, but at night they fly out, semitransparent and weak, they glide and flutter over me, like butterflies: one I may catch in my fingers, and at the night blue I look through it, and in it the stars shine through.” -Vladimir Nabokov, 1923 Translated from the Russian by Brian Boyd... Read More

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