Showing posts with label The Costume Institute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Costume Institute. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Respect Your Elders: Iris Apfel.
In fashion there are only a handful of people who can defy every rule, every standard, every purportedly perfect method of dress and still light the world up with their natural born sartorial skills. One member of that very small club has been popping up a lot on the fashion scene this season and she deserves every bit of attention she's getting. Ms. Iris Apfel is a rare bird indeed, an oldschool New Yorker with taste that repels the mere notion of categorization.
She's 87, an accomplished, lauded veteran of the Interior Design profession, and the co-founder of the highly reputed textile company Old World Weavers. Her signature round spectacles and a penchant for copious accessories has made her the toast of fashion town for years now.
She's a true original and one of the only living fashion legends to have been honored with a wardrobe retrospective at the Costume Institute at the Met. Loves her.
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Word Association: The Met Gala
We're going to play a little game with the red carpet photos from The Met Gala last night. We'll do a little word association. First thing that comes to mind:

Bob

Tent-tastic

Sexy Back*

Tulip*

Swallowed

Whoa hair

Fruit roll-ups

Powersuit

Shiny*

Nerd

Pitstop

Thigh(too)High

WT effin' F?
* = Anna likes!
Photos from Getty Images via The Cut.

Bob

Tent-tastic

Sexy Back*

Tulip*

Swallowed

Whoa hair

Fruit roll-ups

Powersuit

Shiny*

Nerd

Pitstop

Thigh(too)High

WT effin' F?
* = Anna likes!
Photos from Getty Images via The Cut.
Swoon. Sigh. Yes, please!
I have this total and complete crush on The Costume Institute at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Seriously, I saw this crazy documentary on people who are in love (like loooooovve) with structures and buildings and marry them and stuff, and I think I'm one of them. I love The Costume Institute. I want to marry it and have like 10,000 of its babies. The Institute's exhibits are always a pleasure to behold. Their visual presentation lets their colleciton shine on view. I've been to The Institute's exhibits with people who have no interest in fashion but thoroughly enjoy themselves. That's my baby! The latest special exhibition, The Model as Muse: Embodying Fashion explores the relationship between top models and the designers they inspire. It opens to the public tomorrow and I'll be there. Here's a sneak peek of what I'm in for courtesy of New York Magazine's The Cut:
So, if you never hear from me again after tomorrow, assume that I've found a way to live out my happily ever after scenario and I'm stowed away in my one true love's hallowed halls. Don't look for me. I won't want to be found... (how weird does that sound? Really, or truly, or mildly?
So, if you never hear from me again after tomorrow, assume that I've found a way to live out my happily ever after scenario and I'm stowed away in my one true love's hallowed halls. Don't look for me. I won't want to be found... (how weird does that sound? Really, or truly, or mildly?
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