Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

July 20, 2011

Steak and Kidney

No, not some type of tres regurgitatable culinary delight  revolt, just a cute (kinda) knick-name for my new soon-to-be place of residency.

Yes, Fashion Falsehood is relocating. Hauling ass onto an abandoned rail road car and freight-hopping my way down to the big time mid-south with nothing more than a suitcase (or four) of clothes, an open mind and one hell of a determined streak.

This time 'round there's actually some legitimacy behind the reason for my lack of blogging. I'm living out of boxes at the moment, my computer is on the floor - not in a quirky New York loft kind of way - and I'm so effing disjointed/excited/nervous/nostalgic/ready to moesy right on up out of here and initiate phase two.


*A shoe closet seemed appropriate because that's what I can afford to live in based on a budget to square meter spatial  ratio. So if you have a sweet shoe closet, shoot me an email.       
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October 6, 2010

It just won't go away

And I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing or not...
It's already everywhere, and it has been so for quite some time now. It's been done to death by the blogs, by the hipsters, by the high-street, fast-fashion chain stores, hell, I even did it in my vintage DKNY jacket last year (and today with my scarf from Africa - yes I see the irony). But for a trend that is so monolithic in the current, circulating grand scheme of trends, I'm actually surprised to see it feature in the S/S11 shows so predominantly once again.

And it kind of makes it worse that designers don't show in season so we already have it and more of it is coming, and in between those season time frames we get to see every celebrity have their go at the trend, so really, by the time we're all super excited for this season, it's kind of like "blah" to have it thrown in our faces all over again.

Givenchy was soaking in leopard, Carine Roitfeld has been wearing  her's everywhere, (the same jacket as Bryan Boy's). Leopard was the feature of Lanvin's recent pre-fall collection, and if you do a "leopard" search on Net-a-Porter, you return upwards of one hundred items taged with the print - that that doesn't include the designers that are selling straight on Net-a-Porter post show. But with even all this high-end attention, I still can't get over how many blogs have been citing the trend for the past year, and only now it's being picked up and really pushed by the industry. 

I'm kind of over it. Although, seeing the below photo snapped by Tommy Ton, I kind of find it hard to hate.

Thoughts?

images: nymag, tommy ton
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September 14, 2010

Tavi slammed as "curvy" by The New Yorker

Tavi Gevinson, fourteen-year-old blogger (otherwise known as the Style Rookie) has been slammed as "curvy" by New Yorker writer Lizzie Widdicombe.

I don't have access to the full eight page article on The New Yorker, but from the abstract, I sense that Widdicombe is maybe sporting a little chip on her shoulder. Perhaps she had an akward journey through puberty and feels the need to take it out on someone who is blossiming through the otherwise generally un-easy period of developing life.

"She is tiny for her age, four feet ten, and looks shockingly prepubescent," Widdicombe said. Perhaps that's because she is pre-pubescent. I looked like a boy until just before I turned sixteen. I had narrow akward hips, broad bony shoulders and un-cordinated tooth-pick limbs to match. Then one morning it seemed I had woken up with hips or "love handles", my arms and legs were shapley and these two jiggly things had attached themselves to my chest. It's rare that one goes from pre-pubescent to pre-pubescent-amazonian without a few bumps in the road in between, and even rarer that the genetically blessed among us (models) skip this process all together.

Widdicombe is further quoted in the article commenting on Tavi's physique in one of her recent outfits. "The dress was sleveless," she said. "You could see that her figure had changed dramatically since the earliest days of her blog. She had become curvy."

No shit. The earliest days of her blog being that Tavi was eleven. Hello?! Eleven. Of course her body is going to change. What's with the tunnel vision? We know that in modelling, the shorter girls have to compensate with a thinner frame, but Tavi isn't a model, she's a blogger. An insightful, eloquent, precocious, whip-smart, level headed nice girl in an industry that eats nice girls for breakfast. Sure, there's the novelty of her age in ratio to her success, but please do keep in mind that Tavi isn't a daughter of a rocker, designer or art dealer. The surname printed on her birth cirfiticate didn't seal her fate as a Missoni, Jagger or Versace. Sure, Tavi is that one in a million, but regardless of her involvement in the fashion industry, is it right for girls as young as fourteen be labelled as curvy? I hardly think so.

As one commenter in an NY Mag article said, "girls have thrown up for a lot less".


image via: Style Rookie

August 4, 2010

Alannah Hill "wishes" she was sexually harassed

(Alex Perry and Alannah Hill)

The fashion of the David Jones spring/summer launch last night. That was going to be the prepared topic of today's post, but in light of shocking comments made by designer Alannah Hill (above, right), I can't say I have too much to mention about the aesthetics of it all.

At last night's parade I'm more than positive everyone would have felt the presence of the "elephant in the room". That elephant being the current sexual harassment case filed by former David Jones employee Kristy Fraser-Kirk who is suing for $37 million in damages against ex CEO Mark McInnes. Kristy, it was announced yesterday, will use the money to set up a sexual harassment hotline for other employees of the department store.

On top of all this bad publicity for David Jones, designer Alannah Hill (who is carried by the retail giant) decided to give us all her valuable two-cents (can you sense my sarcasm?) by making ignorant, disgusting and disrespectful comments on the case during multiple interviews in the press pit.

She was quoted saying:

"I wish he'd have touched me up. I threw myself at him, threw myself at him! He told me he didn't want to mix business with pleasure."

"I would have gone back to that Bondi flat in a heartbeat. He could have bedded me but he chose the other one."

"I wouldn't be trying for $37 million, I would just be like, good."

"I wish I'd have been invited to the Bondi flat. I never got invited."

As far as damage control goes, Hill only further reveals really just how tasteless she is, even for a talented fashion designer. In a radio interview for FoxFM this morning she attempted to go about making an apology. In news papers and blogs, she was quoted diretly from the interview saying "[I feel] so bad, that I'm here with a priest. I'm here with a priest, I'm on my knees. I'm doing my confession." That's fantastic, Alannah, except how about next time you try it with a little more sincerity and conviction, and a little less and piss-take attitude. Your giggling kind of got in my way of actually believing you give a shit.

Ahh, Isn't context a bitch?

In a further bid to clean up her mess, Hill has agreed to hold a "sorry sale" (a suggestion by her ashamed and furious business partner) where half the proceeds made from the sale tomorrow will go to "some sort of women's shelter of sexual abuse (charity)," Hill said.

Can anyone else sense Hill's apathy? I mean, is it possible for this woman to care any less? Hill continues and talks about the other half of the "sorry" proceeds saying "I might pass them on to the nice girl with the hyphen in her name. I've forgotten her name." The nice girl of course being the woman she made such a joke out of only hours earlier.

I am personally infuriated. Not because I'm a victim of sexual harassment, or even know/know of victims, but for someone who is in the public eye to be so utterly careless and unapologetically egotistic is just plain insulting to a lover of fashion who admittedly looks up to these types of Australian designers. I certainly can't see myself walking into one of her boutiques any time soon...

all images: smh
all quotes: smh, news.com
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June 16, 2010

Brisbane Bloggers

I know Brisbane is a very small place and whatever you say get's around, which is why I won't name and shame who I'm going to whine about. Let's take it from the beginning, shall we?

First of all, I LOVE Brisbane blogs! Coming from a city who doesn't make too much of a mess on the fashion richter scale, I get all warm and fuzzy when I read about fellow Brisbane bloggers or just see that their blogs are getting the praise they deserve. Maybe it's all in my head and I'm a little too patriotic for my own good, but I'd assumed that if and when I were to meet a fellow Brisbane blogger, it would be a lovely joyus occasion? We could talk about other blogs, up and coming projects and congratulate one another for "keeping up the good work"... Apparently not.

Last weekend I met one such Brisbane blogger. I saw her from afar and recognised her from her outfit posts. We used to comment each other quite a bit and built up what I would call quite a positive report. Again, apparently not.

I went over to introduce myself and say hello. I started talking about her blog and one of my favourite posts of hers before I was interrupred with "Excuse me, remind me who you are?"

A little set back I repeated that I was Miann from Fashion Falsehood and that it was really nice to meet her. This is when my blog-family-warm-and-fuzzy world came crashing down around me. I was blatantly told, to my face, "What, and I'm supposed to care? Get out of my way." And she pushed past me.

And that was it. I was left standing there looking and feeling like a complete idiot. I guess it is like they say "never meet your heroes", not that she was a hero or anything, I just liked her blog. But it's a funny thing when you idolise someone and what they do, only to find out that in real life they're a total fucking dissapointment. There, I said it. You're a rude bitch and I ashed in your drink later on in the night when I saw you again out the back. Glad that's off my chest.

If any other Brisbane bloggers are reading this, don't worry. It wasn't you. She shut her blog down a while ago. Maybe that's why she is so bitter, she doesn't have anywhere to vent or post pretty pictures! BUT! Maybe we should make it like Melbourne and organise a blogger lunch. Those Melbournites seem to have plenty of pretty blogger luncheons. I think it's our turn. As for you blogger-bitch of the century. Good riddance. We were all getting over your iPhone, mirror-shot outfit posts of you at work. Yawn.

Anyway, for the sake of relevance, here is my only photo from the night. Oh! Holding my BlackBerry. I got it replaced and life is good again!!

Miann xx
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May 18, 2010

Hissy fits and internships

I lost my Blackberry. My life is effectively over. I feel like chucking a Naomi Campbell inspired tantrum - but I don't have a phone to throw. I just can't win!

In other news which I'm sure you all give a shit about - I secured another fashion based public relations internship, this time it's here in Brisbane. I'll update you all after my first day on Thursday.

image: modelmode
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May 10, 2010

GUEST POST: Rosemount Australian Fashion Week Dresser Diary

The following is a post by my best friend and fellow Brisbane freelance fashion writer, Georgia Colclough. For work or other enquiries email her here or read her old blog here.

As one of the privileged few who had the opportunity to work backstage at Rosemount Australian Fashion Week this year, boy do I have some stories. From model tantrums to the cuties I fell in love with, this year's crop of girls were both amazing and horrifying to work with. But before I delve too deeply into life backstage, I'd just like to have a bit of a rant about the poor organisation from MIRO house who were in charge of the volunteer schedule.

I boarded my flight to Sydney on Sunday morning nervous, excited and utterly anxious to get down to business. The volunteers congregated around the Overseas Passenger Terminal on Sunday afternoon, a sea of black as apparently the dress code in the fashion industry is such. I felt at home for the first time in well, ever having borrowed Miann's blue patent leather Doc's for the week which were regrettably too small. None the less I persevered through Circular Quay with a spring in my step, eager to meet my fellow model dressers for the week. Every girl I spoke to had come from interstate and of 3000 people who applied only 200 of us were chosen.

You can imagine the utter disappointment we endured on our first day after waiting around for over four hours to get a glimpse of the world we so desperately wanted to be apart of. Alas, we were pushed into a corner, into a shadow and told to stay out of sight - heaven forbid the show attendees saw the lack of organisation by MIRO house. If you can cast your mind to a scene in "I Am Legend" with Will Smith, there is a particular point where Smith finds a dark room full of infected people who had consequently turned into mindless blood sucking zombies akin to the same thing as vermin on the food chain. This is how it felt to be shoved aside by the show organisers.

However, it was not all doom and gloom on that first day. We devious folk learnt a trick or two and made friends in high places. It was every man for himself and those who were too passive to take what they wanted fell behind. This was how I worked my way into the Zimmermann show on day 2 where I had the pleasure of dressing the Eurasian beauty Rachel Rutt. The poor thing was having trouble breathing with out being able to adjust her silver collar and it was possibly the most stressed I've ever been in my life. The show was by far the most impressive that I had the privilege of witnessing and I bumped into Lara Bingle, Alyssa Sutherland and news presenter Angela Bishop backstage which for a small Brisbane girl like me was thoroughly exciting. Zimmermann showcased an array of geometric shapes and patterns in beautiful juxtaposition to smokey hues and pastels. My favourite look was the cropped grey-blue high necked singlet which sat beautifully with the free flowing hem against a high waisted flair trouser, similar colouring, all silk.

Other shows I dressed at included Seventh Wonderland, Little Joe, Lucette and a young designer group showcase where designer Gary Yang is truly one to watch. It was at this show that I made friends with a beautiful model called Kendall, she was the most down to earth girl at fashion week and a pleasure to work with. I had also dressed her the day before at Lucette which was a bit of a blur but with the extra time between the group showcases I had the opportunity to chat to Kendall where I learnt all about the life of a model. At the Lucette show I had the pleasure of meeting and dressing Samantha Harris who is currently on the cover of Australian Vogue. She's not much of a talker but on account of being at several of her shows and being with my very talkative friend Samantha Kolb, she opened up and I can honestly say the girl is as lovely as she looks.

Finally let me enlighten you to some of the tantrums I witnessed backstage. I hate to say it but a certain blonde haired model dating a certain prominent Australian musician who had that awful song 'straight lines' was downright painful. You know what, who am I kidding, it was Louise Van de Vorst, I can't say I was being exactly subtle with my hints. I understand being a model must be stressful but many manage to do it with out blaming their dressers for every error in the show. Just sayin...

On another note the poor dresser next to me at Lucette had to deal with an unknown Russian model that threw her shoe across the room until the designer came up to her, kissed her arse, begged her to try another pair of shoes and walk with out attitude. One 'hmph' later and an upturned nose saw her stomp her feet all the way to the line. Very entertaining.

As for designer tantrums lets just say there were more than a few who couldn't stand the 'help'. Understandably backstage dramas are unavoidable and every designer has practically gone through the process of giving birth to their creations so when something goes wrong, shit hits the fan. Nicky and Simone Zimmermann were all hustle and bustle backstage after Mac makeup artists put body makeup on the models before garments were put on. This was a HUGE no no, considering the fact that these clothes were mostly 100% silk and concealer on the trouser five minutes before the show is a big mistake. Nicky and Simone looked like their heads were going to explode and the make up artists were kicked out of the backstage area. Luckily with a little gentle scrubbing, some water and a hair dryer, the hair dressers saved the day.

Aside from the shows, Sydney of course provided me with an abundance to play with on my downtime. Food, drinks, shopping and fashion week, what more could a girl want?

It has been a pleasure Fashion Falsehood followers, I look forward to my next opportunity to post for Miann again.

Georgia xx

Rachel Rutt backstage at Ksubi
Zimmermann: favourite look
Kendal at LucetteSamantha Harris at Lucette
Louise Van de Vorst: tanturam queen

backstage images: Samantha Kolb
runway images: vogue.com, fashionising


December 5, 2009

Editorial Dressing

Okay, so when the LV bunny ears made the cross continental journey from catwalk to editorial to street I had a little bit of an inward debate and concluded that as far as editorial dressing goes, I could handle and accept this trend.

The term 'editorial dressing' coined (to my knowledge, correct me if I'm wrong) most notably by 4th and Bleeker model-blogger, Alexandra Spencer, is as straight foward as de-coding the ingenious naming behind peanut butter. It's the idea of bringing runway trends straight to the street - however styled as the trend would be in an avant garde editorial. Sometimes it works but sometimes (Read: most of the time) it doesn't, which brings me to the point of this post.

I can safely and confidently say that my most hated trend of 2009 is tarty, tacky and completely innapropriate regardless of your wealth, status or killer pins. I'm talking about the garter trend.

Kym Ellery made it look fabulous in her A Tribute to Doctor Strange collection and Prada epitomised it when heroically teamed with their fly-fishing worthy leather boots. This is all well and good, but when taken to the streets well, you only have to look so far as fad hungry celebrities to see the result.

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June 29, 2009

Russh Vid-flip


Are you one of those people who don't get out enough? The one who requests yesterday's news paper at your local corner shop? You don't really mind if you're behind the times but you still like to catch up - eventually.

If you have any of these qualities and place Russh in your top five favourite publications you wish you'd bought before the new issue came out because now you can't find the old issue anywhere... then watch this video.

It's basically a video of someone at Russh HQ flipping through the latest issue.

I found it helpful considering I'm work bound and have been away from blogging for upwards of ten days! Nor have I had the chance/money to buy this issue yet.

Based on this vid-flip I'm most looking forward to reading Personal Works, marvelling at the Oh! Riely editorial and laughing at Lesley Arfin's Notes from NYC. On that note, everyone should read her blog and leave her mad props feed back because she has so many anonymous haters that should be shut down. Let's face it, we're all a little jealous of Lesley mostly because she lives in NY and is the most bitching chick in the world, but there's no need for anonymous wannabe's to be telling her to kill herself because she's "useless" and what not. END RANT!

What are you looking forward to in the latest Russh?


RUSSH - ISSUE 29 - VIDFLIP from Russh Magazine on Vimeo.

May 10, 2009

What the fuck do you want?

After about two weeks of fucking everything up I'm feeling a little unstable.
I currently want the following, but before that I beg the question: What the fuck do you want?

I want to go out and party the hardest I ever have.
I want to hybernate under my doona for a season and wake up radiant, healthy and new.
I want to study for 24 hours straight and complete my degree by tomorrow.
I want to rid my life of distractions and personal paperweights.
I want to know if there's life on Mars, where it is and how I can get there.
I want to buy a type writer - or find my old one and use it more often.I want to go to a foreign country, have no money and not speak a word of the dialect.
I want to write and write and write until I can't remember why I started writing.
I want to sit on the floor of a steamy shower and never, ever get out.
I want to get lost somewhere and find my way out.
I want to finish my portfolio and start approaching editors.I want to experience free love, free spirits and the music of the 70s.
I want to stop procrastinating and quit smoking.
I want to get the fuck out of Brisbane.
I want to hide under a hooded cloak for the rest of the year.
I want to have my tan, sun bleached hair and 14 year old body back.
I want to press pause and make the world stop while I chill out a little.I want to bear witness to a federal crime and get a new identity.
I want to live within the pages of Lula for the rest of my life.
I want to get lost in the woods and survive on berries and stream water.
I want to write my next article with a victorian quill.
I want to die Anna Wintour and be born Jim Morrison.
I want to wear my Moschino belt so much that people forget who I am and only remember me for wearing that belt.
I want to punch the next person who attempts small talk with me.
Lula, knightcat, cobrasnake.

April 25, 2009

"Show us ya bobbies!"


Holy fuck. I just realised how much I miss my bobby socks (above). I LOST THEM like two weeks ago and it feels like there is seriously something missing in my life.

So much so that I'm asking all of you to email me a picture of you in your bobby socks or someone else in their bobbies (with the link/credit) and I'll do a post featuring these soon.

What fashion item are you missing lately?

April 24, 2009

Wanna be in my gang?

Have you ever recieved an outlandish comment from someone and you don't know whether to be offended or flattered? I am currently in that predicament - but I'm leaning towards opting for flattery.

My situation? A friend pointed me in the direction of this cute blog, asking if I knew the author. Puzzled, I checked out the blog and BAM! There I am, my face, smack-bang, plain-as-day featured on this blog in a three month old picture from a music festival. This would be the flattering part, no? Considering we were hanging out with Mark Hunter that day and then later on in the evening, I'm flattered she picked me off his website as someone she would like to associate with and/or draw inspiration from. But the catch is, the statement below said image mentions how she had just enjoyed a picnic with the gang - implying I am in her gang and we recently picniced?

Weird, or wonderful?

You decide.


the cobrasnake

April 22, 2009

Stellar Coachella

Unfortunately, Coachella this year hasn't lived up to its fashion standards, merely coughing up only a few inspiring styles. The rest was a kaleidoscopic mess of technicolour ethnic prints, fluro, suede/leather tassels, gladiators, playsuits, slogan tees, wayfarers and tragic displays of american-indian "tribal" dressing.

What the fuck happened to originality: the ability to think and act independently? Has Coachella sold out and the desert of Indio now mimics the setting of a cheap retail outlet, or have the hipsters got so caught up in channelling M.I.A that they're crouching in the back alley getting some dude to forge the birthplace on their birth cirtificate from California trailor park to Sri Lanka?


And the award for overkill goes to...


Linlee Allen for style.com

PS. Why style.com did so poorly in their selection of stylish people is way too far beyond my comprehension.

Maybe it was all the acid.

April 21, 2009

Why is the male silhouette so fucked?

Don't get me wrong - I'm an advocate for change and I appreciate dramatic lines and silhouettes for the sake of portraying ability and avant garde creativity; but when we are asked to accept these drop-crutch pants that imply fashionably induced ball-sagging and sweaters/blazers/teeshirts that are so long he may aswell be donning a kilt, one can't help but wonder.

What happened to the days when men dressed like men instead of pushing the envelope so they can get away with dressing like depressed, frumpy old women?

Helmut Lang AW09
Victor & Rolf AW09