Good morning, everyone. As I posted on Facebook, today needs to be cancelled. It's absolute shite outside. I'm soaked. Still. I am desperate to get back in bed.
But alas. I can't. And neither can you most likely. And on a whole other note, we've all been noticing the state of fashion as supremely f'ed at the moment. With the exception of Gucci, I cant' really think of any designer making real waves. Ok, maybe Off/White, but other than that, it seems fairly treacherous out there.
And for me, it's sad because I truly, madly, deeply love clothes. I appreciate them. I respect them. I love wearing beautiful clothes. So a little trip into Simone Rocha in Soho yesterday almost had me in tears. I am such a huge fan of this Irish designer who won the British equivalent of the CFDA and is simply a genius. Her aesthetic is often noted for it's femme meets tomboy appeal, and needless to say, that's completely my cup of matcha. Her clothes move me. Truly. The dark, romantic vibe soothes my soul. PS- she has an all female studio which is most unusual, and she also was trained from a young age- her father was a designer in his own right and her mother is often by her side. Her sense of narrative is stellar when it comes to storytelling. I'm smitten. Oh and of course- gobs of black. And modesty. I LOVE the modesty of these stunning pieces.
I discovered her awhile ago and first saw her pieces in person at Dover Street Market and flipped OUT. I love the volume, the structure, the drama of the construction. The clothes are intellectual- smart but not stuck up. At some point I must own a dress or two. So incredibly fabulous. And on a rainy day, I need a little boost. Thank goodness fashion can generally get me out my funk. Watch this awesome studio visit film here.
Cause that's what's up this rainy Monday in the 212. Yours, in beautiful clothes. XO