Poor Prada. Three days ago, it was models falling on their tushes because of ridic heels. And according to Perez Hilton, yesterday Agatha Ruiz de la Prada’s runway show during Milan’s Fashion Week was interrupted by a fashionista of the comedic kind: Sascha Baron Cohen.
Cohen jumped on the stage dressed as his Austrian model character Bruno. He strolled down the stage past the poor, unsuspecting models and then refused to leave. So, of course, the police were called to drag him out. Hilarity! I couldn’t tell it was him with that getup on:
Then, after all that hullabaloo, he managed to sneak into the model dressing room. When the models assuredly began to squeal in fright, security came in and kicked him to the curb once again. I wonder how his lovely wife and new mother Isla Fisher feels about him potentially seeing naked models?
Cohen’s currently in Milan shooting for his new film Bruno: Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Male. Obviously the new film is being shot in the same low-budget, documentary style as his 2006 flick Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.
I loved Borat, but I wasn’t going to venture to see the same sort of uncomfortable antics displayed again in Bruno. However, after hearing about his attempts to burst the high-faluten bubble of Prada, I might have to part with my $10.50 just to watch the looks on everyone’s faces.
Sorry I haven’t written in a few days, I’m amidst a slightly painful job transition. Tomorrow’s my last day at my old day, and I get a little time off before I start my new one. But I digress.
Two days ago in Milan, Miuccia Prada was showcasing her collection of crushed silks and two models fell on the runway. Both look like they were pretty painful falls.
Model down! But at least her dress is fab.
The falls are attributed the ridiculous five-inch heels they had to wear on the runway. I understand the necessity to put these girls in big girl shoes occasionally to help show off the clothes, but these are too much. If professional runway models can’t walk in a straight line in these things, how do they expect normal women to trapse around the streets with them on? They must have noticed models tripping up in these monstrosities at dress rehearsals . Unless they didn’t have a dress rehearsal (gasp!). Makes no sense.
On top of that, I doubt any fashion show attendees really want to witness an ankle breaking within 20 feet of their faces. I’ve had a severe sprain myself (due to my own clumsiness, not really the fault of the shoes I was donning) and it ain’t pretty. So Prada, get it together! If the shoes don’t work, use different ones.
There’s a interesting article in the NY Times today about the history of Goth style and how it pervades our culture, even today. While there’s a great history of the trend and some fascinating pictures (there’s a great pic of a Victorian mourning dress), I remain unconvinced of the sincerity of the trend. Not only do 16-year-old hormonal schoolkids now don the black look head to toe, but it has also infected the high fashion world. Designers such as Alexander McQueen, Rick Owens, Gareth Pugh and the ever-cobwebby Rodarte stroll black-clad models down the runway. And while some of these looks are inspiring and even interesting, it still seems to be a fad to me moreso than a movement. Below is one of Alexander McQueen’s looks:
As someone who was guilty of this look in junior high (a very low-brown form … the kind with dark lipstick and an alabaster foundation) I can say this look definitely began a means of expression. Expression of what, I’m not so sure. I get the whole angst-with-the-world thing (God knows I knew the entire world was out to get me at age 16) but now I feel as though it’s another fashion cliche. If you consider yourself a societal outcast, you seem to be expected to dress and act like these kids. Our more modern of this trend would probably be emo (which I also don’t quite understand), and I think my feelings of it are best summed up in a South Park episode on the subject.)
In conclusion, a fad that start as another method for middle-class white kids to whine about nothing now is trying to mature and come into its own as a sincere movement. I just wish it were a bit more sincere in its efforts and direction.
As much as I adore and often drool over shoes, I won’t always write just about them here. I will write about all things fashion and at all prices. I’ll try, as much as possible, to focus on the fashion scene here in Atlanta. When no noteworthy events/news is floating around my fair city, I will extend my reach to the rest of the world.
Apparently the big news today is that Barney’s just picked up the line of Canadian designer Erin Kleinberg. The Toronto-based designer sort of does basics with a twist. A sequined pattern jazzes up a plain, boatneck T-shirt:
But my favorite of the collection is her rendition of one of this season’s staples, the grandpa cardigan. Oversized and sheer, it’s a nice take on the look:
Not much to dislike, don’tcha know?