margiela mystery!

jez's tati.anon.moddle reports that margiela the person may be outro from margiela the brand! !!! let me re-iterate. !!! this may explain why last season was a critically panned as a re-hash of 'greatest hits'. tati nails it with "But the Italian conglomerate's(new-parent brand: diesel) advertising-drenched culture is at odds with Margiela's studied, blank, anti-individualist ethos." rumor has it that raf simons, fellow anterp-ian. both are noted alumnus of antwerps royal academy of fine arts, which is kind of a HUGE FUCKING DEAL; royal academy of fine arts and eindhoven are to fashion and design what pratt and parson are (percieved to be) in the US. sum up. i hate diesel. i DIE for margiela. though i aint hatin' at him leavin' (if thats what he did infact do) no one likes to have their lifelong ethos meddled with, increased sales or no.
in other MM ligne 22 news. someone buy me these!

tricky tricky girl

Fashionista commented on newish clothing site, FarFetch.com, which culls fucking hard to find garb from around the world and places it at your luxury-deprived fingertips. The shop is a virtual mix of oak-opening ceremony-and lord and taylor with brands ranging from aforementioned opening ceremony and henry vibscov to balenciaga and christopher kane. The site is also segmented into 'personality' tabs with divisions like 'luxe', 'lab', and 'cult' with steers you towards designers more up your alley. The only fault that I can pin on FarFetch is a fairly major one, their price gouging is worse than Shell Oil. They list a MbyMJ cashmere sweater for $450, which considering the ever mind-boggling dollar signs on Mssr. Jacobs wares doesn't seem out of place. One click over to barneys co-op will gladly sell you the same sweather, on sale, for 180. Ksubi are also listed on FarFetch as being $450, which is at the high end of their mark up spectrum and they can be had elsewhere for close to $200. Though, this is all forgivable when you see that they have a nice collection of Margiela, See by Chloe, Vibscov, Bernard Wilhelm, and Surface 2 Air; designers that are hard enough to find in real life let alone in online. Farfetch does offer free shipping and the inflated costs can possibly be attributed to the fact that near all of the boutiques who's wares they cull from are in europe (currency conversion be damned). Until, then I will just have to be content with staring at the screen until either our economy inproves or the rest of the world's just gets worse.

W-tf

W, wtf. This month's issue is about some shit: blah blah blah..anne hathaway..blah blah blah..dakota fanning..blah blah blah...ralph rucci. Which is well and good for a fashion/culture magazine. It is only natural that they would profile a few iconic, emerging, notable figures that would hold some relevance to their audience. However, what is puzzling and vaguely offensive is the way their writer's handle the diction of their interviews. In the editor's forward regarding Anne Hathaway, there is not only gratuitous mention of Mlle. Hathaway's disastrous love life (she essentially was conned by some guido who was also conning everyone else), but in the same breath of prose they paint her as a bratty naif AND manage to highlight the erratic nature of male actors that have little to nothing to do with Hathaway, but are featured with interview later in the issue. Then, close their run-down of 'emotional disorders of the rich and famous' with "a note to Hathaway: he's single".
In the Ralph Rucci article, they manage to make the designer seem at times anti-current, neurotic, self-effacing, and subversively ego maniacal. Also, they take a stab at Margiela (oh NO you didddnnttttttt chica) who is very anti-publicity -ex: corresponds in to his rare interviews via fax and is never photographed- by calling his activities 'schtick' while using his product a few pages later in an accessories report.
Despite my general, neutrality or minor-distaste for the featured figures in this month's W, I cannot get over how thickly smarmy their coverage of these individuals comes across to the reader. It is as though there is a recurring subtext of, 'these people are totally NOT cool but we felt like doing a good deed and deigning to let them into our aspirational pages, but fyi we still think they are L-O-S-ERS'. Even though W, is more of an industry magazine than Cosmo, and often is elitist they really shouldn't make reading through the lines so easy that, even hung-over at 8am on a Sunday, I can be creeped out by their actions.