Proportion, Print, Puff: Peter Pilotto F/W13

London brand Peter Pilotto‘s star just keeps rising higher and higher. Pilotto and partner Christopher De Vos were at the vanguard of the digital print revolution that has cut a huge swath through the fashion landscape over the past 4 years, withstanding with panache the sober onslaught of the minimalists. Peter Pilotto, Fall/Winter 2013 For Fall/Winter 2013, Peter Pilotto thumbed its nose at those who have wryly begun to question the wisdom... Read More

LFW SS13: Erdem’s Extraterrestrial Garden Party

Erdem, Spring/Summer 2013 Erdem Moralioglu found a new breed of lady to dress up for his Spring/Summer 2013 Erdem collection: the gentlewoman from another planet. He imagined a visitor from another world doing her best to fit in with the well-bred ladies of Earth. This made for some special moments of wacky prettiness comprised of Spring’s favorite new flavor, python, patchworked with muted ladylike prints in colors of butter and powder blue;... Read More

We’ll Eat You Up, We Love You So!

Wolf headdress and socks by Topshop Unique, shirts and leggings by Helmut Lang This was originally published in May of 2010. We are posting again today to honor the life of Maurice Sendak, who gave so much joy to children of all ages for so many years. Wild things ran rampant on the Fall/Winter 2010 runways, gnashing their terrible teeth and showing their terrible claws.  Wolves in particular made a striking appearance at Helmut Lang in New York... Read More

The Surreal World of Mary Katrantzou

Every fashion season, legions of editors and aesthetes converge online and at the shows to witness the turning of the fashion tides. Admittedly, the returns on this investment of time can be less than thrilling on occasion: Shocking! Last season it was the 50s, now it’s the 70s! Would you just look at all those wide-legged trousers! or Goodness me, can you believe the amount of orange around here? or Who would ever have thought of doing... 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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