Good morning, Thursday. Yea it's hard for me to stay away from all of you. When you're not reading what I have to say, I get sad and bored. I can't wait to start my redesign- like literally can't wait because I just have to talk to you about Saint Laurent. If there was the clothing version of the best sex you've ever had, it would look a lot like this collection. Then again, from the looks of what influenced these stellar looks, I doubt you'd remember it. But somehow through the haze, you'd just know you had a blast.
At the helm of Saint Laurent is Hedi Slimane (most of you know that), who resides in Los Angeles and is clearly influenced by a Velvet Goldmine moment mixed in with some Gold Dust Woman and Mambo Sun. I have always been entranced by the intersection of rock and roll and fashion, and for me, this collection is the perfect wild child of the two. This is a collection that is singing to me. And it's beautiful. I'm not one for nostalgia, but perhaps looking back from time to time can reinvent who we want to be, and remind us of some of the things we lost along the way. Besides, it makes me a little h&b, and what's wrong with that?
Now about those clothes.
If you are looking for something new and modern, this collection may not thrill you. But my fashion DNA is embedded in rock and roll- I may deviate from time to time but that is indeed my very favorite wheelhouse for sexy coolness, and I would argue one could take elements of these looks at any point in life. I'm particularly drawn to the menswear looks- lanky, drippy, skinny suiting that would be so hot on a woman. I don't know many men who could rock these looks, and in some ways, I like them even more for women. It's no secret we're in a more gender inclusive time, so bring on the blur. Boy/girl and back again. I'm enamored.
The chicks on the runway are giving me major 70s cosmic dancer Yves vibes- I've been obsessed with this era forever- by far my favorite in fashion and it's almost like Betty Catroux is dancing on the runway herself, with Loulou Falaise in tow. I just watched the movie "Yves Saint Laurent" on demand and it was raw and powerful and amazing. Disturbing on some levels, but out of turmoil comes beauty and desire and inspiration.
But cut to right now- this is a collection for people that love an androgynous sensibility, mixed with a ton of texture, soaked in cigarettes, champagne, and Lord knows what else. Hedi lets us leave it to our imaginations, and that's what I love about these clothes- to me, they are pure fantasy, and at a time when fashion has felt a bit somber, I'm loving the overt nod to sexier times. Vive la decadence. I'm down. Life's more fun when it's raunchy and glam, non?
But don't trust me- have a look for yourself and tell me if you don't wish you were dancing into the wee hours with Marc Bolan on the moon. PS- I think Bowie would very much approve. Sure there's a sense of costume and fantasy, but it feels perfect to me, or at least to a less restrained, free vibe that is just on point somehow. Fuck kale. Let's party.
Cause that's what's up this I still got it kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in rock and roll fantasies and oh, you pretty things.
Life's a gas. XO
