Showing posts with label Givenchy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Givenchy. Show all posts

Friday, October 22, 2010

Two Gods, The Masters of Balenciaga and Givenchy

I feel that fashion has no value unless it stimulates me and inspires me in some way. This is what separates fashion from just clothing. Clothing is a necessity in order to stay warm and prevent indecency. For me fashion is a necessity to feel alive. I think the most powerful fashion designers invoke feelings in me. Right now I am in love with Nicholas Ghesquière of Balenciaga and Riccardo Tisci of Givenchy, they are truly Gods. Their designs invoke feelings in me that no fashion designers ever will be able to. They have the ability to create fashion that is a right mix of avant-garde and wearable. Tisci has breathed life into Haute Couture and Ghesquière has churned out covetable items that I would eat nothing but ramen for a year in order to buy his work. 


(From Top: Givenchy Haute Couture x2, Christina Ricci
in Givenchy Haute Couture at MET Gala 2008,
Balenciaga x2)














Samantha V.♥✌♡✌♥

Friday, October 1, 2010

Do You Ever Feel Desperate For Fashion

I realize that I can't live without water or food, but when I see a designer jacket, handbag, jeans or shoes I feel I can't live without it! It's a terrible feeling. Today I gasped for air because the jacket I wanted at Opening Ceremony was sold out in my size. Hardly a crisis since people die in the world everyday and there is violence and hate all around us, I still was sad about it. Maybe because what attaining that item would mean. It would mean I own something that others in the Midwest probably don't (and fashionable people from the Midwest know what I mean). I come from a land where Aeropostalé is considered chic (I vomit a little in my mouth) and a great dinner is considered one composed of starch and meat, um where are the vegetables. I am in Chicago, but let's face it Chicago is hardly Dubuque, Iowa (the link here is gross), but it is also far from L.A. or N.Y.C. For instance today I was at Filene's Basement looking at their designer clothes, which seem to only consist of Piazza Sempione, D&G, and St. John. Well I'm not a 60 year old or a hooker so nothing appeals to me. I go to ask an employee how often they get new designer clothing in. She explained that at Filene's Basement they never get any new clothing in. Say What? Apparently they just rotate the clothing out with other stores, that's why if you see a Missoni sweater with a pulled thread out of it, it will then disappear and the same sweater will reappear five years later looking like your dog ate it. In other words Filene's Basement sucks major ass!


So I often feel desperate for fashion. Searching for the next great deal, the next best item, the hottest pair of jeans. I could wear a different outfit everyday of the year and some of my clothes never see the light of day, yet I still want more. I see this as an issue, but at the same time I love wearing art. I loving wearing clothing that is different and I love it to garner a reaction that is one of disbelief, or "what were you thinking?" Here some things I am currently craving, two of which are food items, but I bake and eat lot.













Food I am yearning:








Oh and here is a review of Filene's Basement in my area from Yelp from Christopher E. in Nashville, TN. I thought it was hilarious and so true.

"Filene's basement effing sucks and it is the embodiment of what is wrong with our society today.  Let me expand on that if you will.

The prices are terrible.  I about choked when I saw a Dolce T-Shirt going for 100 bucks.  There was nothing special about this T shirt.  It had NO writing on it.  It was pretty thin...made of cotton...for 100 bucks??  If I'm buying a T-Shirt for 100 bucks, a date with Christina Aguilera better come with it.  The jeans are still hideously expensive too.

Who buys this crap anyway??  Who pays that much for a label??  Well, I have an idea who does, based on this conversation I heard while on an escalator:

40 year old lady to her friend: "I got all excited because I looked back and I saw JUICY!!  Then I saw it was just your bag."

I was thinking to myself....lady, you're in your 40s.  You just talked excitedly about Juicy Couture like you were a 17 year old girl.  There are problems here at work.  In a country and world where the economy is in the preverbial crapper, jumping up and down about a brand that's made for people 20 years your junior isn't very flattering for you.
This country really sickens me sometimes, and this store really was a microcausm of that.  People paying way too much for brands that offer them nothing more than the ability to feel like they are a greater person for having a particular tag attached to their clothes.  It's sad, it's truly sad."

What are you are desperate for? Tell me I want to know what you are craving fashion or food, include links. 


Samantha V. ♥✌♡✌♥

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Jacket Obsession

If someone asked me what I purchasing or thinking about purchasing best, I honestly could not choose. I am in love with handbags ( so much so that I purchased some things I really shouldn't have), I adore shoes (again spent a lot of money on sneakers that I probably shouldn't have), but one thing I love as much are jackets. I have spent a lot of money on a jacket before and not had any regrets at all. If I was given $2000 to spend in a store I would blow all of the money on a great jacket. I own a lot of great ones, but there are still some that I will continue to lust for. The jackets I lust after I try on in dressing rooms and take photos of myself, so even if I never own it, I will at least "have worn the jacket" in a picture and in some respect that makes me feel like I have ownership. Here some of my favorites.


A Jacket I own:



(All of my own clothes, Rick Owens leather jacket,

(Opening Ceremony Meets Pendleton Men's Jacket, Lykke Li concert t-shirt,


Jackets I wish I owned, but at least I do for five minutes in a Barney's New York dressing room:





Some more jackets I would like to buy:




And then a jacket I regret not buying:



(awesome Marc Jacobs leather jacket, I didn't buy :-(
Perfect and made me feel hot as hell in the Nordstrom dressing room)

The only saving grace for me to be living in a horrible climate where winter sucks ass, is knowing that I will get to wear all of my amazing jackets. After all if I lived in Hawaii, I might be way happier, but when I get SAD (Seasonal Affected Disorder) I comfort myself in a supple Italian leather designer jacket.

Samantha V. ♥✌♡✌♥