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.


Iris snapped by Yvan Rodic at the New York shows.

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.


The lady's got balls. (Sorry, I had to.)


Iris with her husband Carl, who she also dresses.

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.

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?