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

Palme d’Or

Tropical flora has long been a recurring motif in Spring/Summer and Resort apparel collections, though it’s certainly had its moments of being cracked down on by the fashion police. (The Hawaiian shirt, after all – especially when worn in concert with a big camera, big belly and big mouth – has become synonymous with the obnoxious American tourist abroad.) And yet tropical prints do suggest the heaven on earth that awaits us as we... Read More

Inkbramble’s Top Ten NYFW #3: Rodarte

Like the prairie itself, the Mulleavy sisters’ new collection for F/W 2011 spread out in an endless expanse of horizon and sky. A golden aura commanded the runway as if the clothing were made of light itself, captured in that golden hour of the day when the sun is either rising or setting. The collection also conveyed that adventurous, hardy pioneer spirit that lives in the mythos of the American Great Plains, and an accompanying hint of the... 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

Prim & Improper

For about half of my life, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a button-down collared shirt. That item simply didn’t go with the many hats that I tried on in my teens and early twenties. Why, I wondered, would anyone purposely adorn herself in such a bland uniform, so lacking in originality and excitement, so completely devoid of sensual appeal? It allowed no hint of shape, no intimation of cleavage, no revelation of back arch nor glimpse... Read More

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