A Tribute to Doctor Strange

Holy Ellery. That's all I have to say, or rather, that's all I can say. I'm currently on my BlackBerry and coming in and out of range while I'm on holiday at the beach.

I received an email with a preview of her latest Autumn/Winter 2010 collection titled 'A Tribute to Doctor Strange'. I'll post images tomorrow night so prey do keep in touch.

P.S. Patty Huntington if you're reading this, how do I post images from my Berry?
P.P.S. You're my hero

Update:

Download the lookbook here

Houdini was a famous magician

What's better than finding the ultimate thrift piece and altering it into something even more ultimate than what you began with... on top of that (already knowing you payed about $2 for the item) having people plead with you to reveal where it's from?

I'm not sure but if you have an answer, I'd love to know.

On yet another of my recent thrift store rampages I picked up this amazing, old, floor-length nylon skirt with a blue/black shine and narrow knifepleats right to the hem. I could not stop cooing over it in the middle of the store, like some nylon-obsessed freak. Never mind that I was paying more love and attention to my new skirt than the cute-as-a-button toddler running around with the little old ladies behind the counter. No. Not cuter. My skirt was definately cuter.

So anyway desperate for something new and exciting I decided to cut arm holes in it and wear it as an oversized cape. Running around on Saturday night I felt like a magician and if I swiftly pulled up my cloak to my face, I could whisk away under the cover of darkness into the warm summer night.

And a photo of my gorgeous boyfriend and I for good measure...

Wearing: vintage Country Road skirt (made into a cape); Wittner heels; vintage bag; jewelry from Diva, Italy, eBay and some trinkets I made myself.

The Secret Boater

I have a friend who is equally obsessive over buying clothes second hand so yesterday we decided to hijack the car and pull over at every second hand store we saw. We discovered a mountain of new thrift stores; some over priced, some under priced and some stocked up with just plain trash. After about four hours of raping and pillaging every op-shop on the east side of the city we thought hitting the local Lifeline megastore would be a great idea before heading home for a spot of boutique beer, sun and basking in our purchases.

One the way to our thrifter's dream store, I made a wrong turn that would eventuate into the best wrong turn I've ever made. To sum up what we found in a few words: I would have to say it's a thrifter's wet dream.

There was more vintage than you could poke a stick at and soon enough we were sprinting circles around the newly-discovered warehouse with piles of the cheapest authentic vintage pieces I've ever seen. My partner in crime (who writes for my FSU blog) cameaway with the most drool-worthy studded and fringed vintage leather vest with all original buttons and badges. I nearly fell over in the hat section and for those of you who are familiar with my obsession with boater hats, had to decide between one that is identical to two I already own, and one with flowers and a faded old ribbon. The former was so crisp and uniformed yet the latter had so much character and charm. I had to have it.

We never made it to the megastore, but along the way we found one of our own.

Swim with Floaties

I know I said I had no time to post, but I can't help it. You've reeled me in again blog; once more I am torn away from my study. This had better be worth it!

Anyway, today I finally took a mountain of clothes and shoes (I had time to reflect and say goodbye to my Escada heels) to St Vincent de Paul to donate what I couldn't sell on my Facebook store. I promised myself I would just run in, donate the goods and get the hell out of there before anything caught my eye but alas, my op-shopping addiction got the better of me.

So 10 minutes and $10 later I walked away with the most lovely floaty summer dress (among other things). It's actually huge blouse but conventionalism won't stop me from rocking it as a frock. I also picked up a beautiful brown monochrome rose-print scarf, a beige poets blouse and the most amazing leather artist bag which will be fully utalised this summer!

Study Break

So on my study break (which I've allowed myself an hour for) I thought I'd give you all a glimpse of my tattoo. If you were a reader of this old post, you'll be finally pleased to see a photo of my tattoo, but I won't let you see much, just a peek. If you look hard enough, you'll see the little black scar at the bottom of my left hand. I'm still craving a new one though and have been working with a new theme of the Sacred Heart.

Hint: click photo to make it bigger

Coincidentally and remarkably like a sign from above, when I took a sip from my waterbottle last night a large droplet fell on my desk in the shape of, yep, you guessed it... the sacred heart! I just had to take a photo. I've come to decide that it's either a divination from The Big Guy saying "go for it, Miann!" or a warning that I'll be condemned to hell for getting tattoos and swearing a lot. I figure I've got a 50/50 chance.

Fashion Protagonism

I don't have much spare time to write this and I know I've left FASHION FALSEHOOD bare for a whole month, but I thought I'd just give you a quick update on my world and my thoughts.

Currently: Hiding under a mountain of paper work and text books and going crazy abstaining from a) social activities b) being a book worm c) acting like a fashion nazi d) op-shopping.

Further more, I haven't really seen anything in this previous fashion month that I find diffulct to absorb and accept as the current trend. I'm loving the piled up watches (the very reason my collection of broken, yet pretty, watches won't be thrown away just yet) and I'm even learning to love the LV bunny ears. Though, mind you, they do easily look ridiculous the moment they step outside of editorial. Maybe I'm finding it so unproblematic to accept all the current and new trend influxes because I haven't had the time to trawl through Style.com and completely emulsify myself into this season to discover things that I hate. Usually I'm a raging, antagonistic killjoy when I see something I don't deem fashionable, but thankfully for you all this post wont have the "rant" tag attached; instead it has been tagged with "inspiration", referring to the bunch of below images that I'm finding most of my desire encapsulated in.

Images: StockholmStreetStyle, unknown, Lover, unknown, Alexander McQueen

Anatomy at VPL

I've lusted over many looks during the present fashion month from the innocent Little House on the Prarie side braids at Alexander Wang to the baroque and vertiginous nut-and-bolt heels at Rodarte, but nothing has got me as worked up as the inner-framework replications at VPL.

The theme Victoria Bartlett worked through the collection was "anatomy" and this collection isn't the first refletion of her obsession with the human body. VPL (standing for Visible Panty Line) is a design concept of making the inner, the outer. As stated on the VPL website "by bringing underwear out to become a visible, stylish part of our everyday uniform, VPL style begs the question: what mystery really lies beneath?"

Aran Baik, who has an MFA in Fashion and Knitwear Design at Sanfancisco's Academy of Art, created crouched and knitted wonders for the spring show. The cream and gray pieces cradle and envelope the body forming wearable rib cages, and in some cases revealing a little hint of pelvis. The pieces were constructed in a way that they almost appear to be climbing and forming around the body, as if the inner anatomy were more imperative than the garments themselves.

All images by Romney Leader for Style.com

How did Erin get it so wrong?

Bad skin, over-sized, over accessorised and not to mention the eclectic miss-match of foho and Catholisism. No, I'm not talking about Erin Wasson's Spring/Summer 2010 line for RVCA, I'm talking about the designer herself.

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I always imagined that the creator of a collection would hope to channel their designes by embracing and personally projecting them in a positive and creative light. I know I'm going a while back in "cool" history here but Sarah-Jane Clarke and Heidi Middleton for Sass & Bide always managed to capture more attention back stage than the models. They were stylish girls who saw a business opportunity and so employed their style to create their own line. Erin Wasson has done the same, however when presenting her collection, to be quite frank, she looked like shit.

The collection itself was amazing. In this interview by NY Mag Erin revealed how the colour palette was inspired by her pitbull and no doubtedly her California lifestyle. The textures and cuts were all typical Erin traits which never seem to fail her, but I don't understand how she managed to make a fashion-mockery of herself on the day of the show.

Perhaps it was the stress involved in putting on a show, or perhaps it was a case of trying too hard or maybe not hard enough...

Erin Wasson x RVCA backstage

Erin Wasson

All images Marcio Madeira and Greg Kessler for style.com

Mirror Mirror

So last night I was in the Mirror Mirror fashion parade here in Brisbane, a night to showcase up and coming local designer talent (read: see my post about Mirror Mirror here). One of my friends had a collection in the show so I volunteered to walk for her.

The venue was great - Little Jumbo - they do a heap of fashion parades there which are always filled to capacity and last night was no exception.

The runway was not-so-great. We had to walk high up on two narrow tables making sure to dodge the chandelier along the way. The makeshift stare case at the end was the hardest part of all, with the steps being a whole lot higher than I'm sure is legal. All this atop the fact that people were resting and spilling their drinks on the tables-come-runway with only a very quick and lazy wipe-down seconds before the show. Scary stuff. Work Place Health and Safety would have had a field day at this event but the wonderful garments kind of overrode the propensity for injury.

Backstage was a bit of a bore but we made it fun. There was a little bar that was closed off and I soon worked out how to get it going and was making drinks the whole night. The guy that was doing all the hair was amazing. He literally wipped up each hair style in under five minutes it was so fascinating to watch him work. When it was my turn I literally sat down, made a phone call to my boyfriend and then I was tapped on the shoulder and told I was finished. A voila! Big Gucci curls in no time at all.

the other girls in my collection at dress rehersal
at makeup
last minute ciggie before the show (we set up a lovely little area in the stair well and watched everyone freaking out)
models from other collections running down to back stage

my outfit

Fashion Sudents Unite

Welcome to my new blog Fashion Students Unite.

Before you painc, no, Fashion Falsehood isn't going anywhere. Fashion Falsehood is a creative outlet where I can air my opinions, post reviews and inspiration (like about a million other blogs out there). However I've been hunting around for something localised where I can find information that a fashion student like myself would be interested in.

I haven't found much so FSU was bred intending to fill that gap in Brisbane's fashion society. Yes, there are websites like Fourthousand etc that update us on all things cultural based on our post code, but what about the stuff the fashion students are interested in: Projects calling for open submissions of work, profiles focusing on fashion graduates and the like?

If you're from Brisbane and want to contribute to FSU email me on miannnscanlan@gmail.com with either your blogger profile details or personal details with article attached and I'll post it for you.

While I've got your attention, don't forget to become a fan of Fashion Falsehood on Facebook and follow Fashion Students Unite.