169 posts tagged "Prada"
This season’s runway tracks were a schizophrenic medley, veering from hardcore rap and opera to techno and old-school country—occasionally, all in a single show. Here, a selection of Milan’s music to watch clothes by.
Breakout Track: Brenda Lee’s All Alone Am I
The Final Note: Lee’s plaintive and sweet fifties-era croonings were mixed up with rap and classical tunes. Well, you wouldn’t expect a single musical message from Prada, would you?
Breakout Track: Puccini’s Oh Mio Babbino Caro from the 1918 opera Gianni Schicchi
The Final Note:Uplifting and emotional Italian drama that could move you to tears. A moving way to take in the romantic, gauzy parade.
Breakout Track: Jerry Garcia’s Love Scene Improvisations from Zabriskie Point
The Final Note: Garcia’s twangy, free-form guitar came from the NSFW scene from the 1970′s Antonioni film, shown on screens during the runway proceedings. The result? An aptly arty, earthy, and cultish backdrop to Raf Simons’ rough-hewn intellectualism.
Breakout Track: Pianist Maxence Cyrin’s version of Don’t You Want Me?
The Final Note: Eighties pop merged with classical piano. A high-low mix that’s so appropriate for modern wares made with old-school artisanship.
Dolce & Gabbana
Breakout Track: Grace Jones’ remake of Rita Hayworth classic Amado Mio
The Final Note: Neo-Latin romance with an avant-garde edge. Right on point, boys.
Breakout Track:The Gossip’s Heavy Cross
The Final Note: A energetic yet tough pop hit from the band’s latest album. In other words, a soundtrack made for the Gucci girl’s direct, turbo-charged look.
When you’re sitting at a runway show, even in the front row, the starring role often goes to the clothes. But let’s talk about the all-important action below the ankle with our first installment of The Shoe In.
Prada gave us a literal moment of clarity with clear-heel sandals dripping with fat chandelier crystals, and her see-through pointy-toe Mary Janes. One totally clear pair looked like the footwear version of Wonder Woman’s invisible jet. Their practicality is somewhat arguable, but they do seem to have handy Velcro closures.
Yesterday at Jil Sander, Raf Simons’ arty inspirations made the most sense in shoe form, like this sculptural number crafted from wood, oxidized metal, and chic navy suede. Blow that thing up 1,000 times and you could send it to Storm King.
And lastly there was Versace’s glam-slam journey down a Tim Burton rabbit hole that gave us this nutty futuro-baroque number. What do you think of Milan’s shoe scene so far? Comments welcome below.
Following—well, and during—yesterday’s Prada show, there was lots of tweet-y chatter about Lady Gaga and the effect of the veritable pandemic of pantslessness that has swept the globe over the past year. It’s easy to see why. Not only were there tiny little bloomerlike shorts printed with painterly palm trees, there was also a see-through chandelier crystal dress worn with little white bottoms and even one look that seemed to consist of a crystal-encrusted top and plain old black briefs.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, kids. Remember, we’re talking about a designer who essentially invents her own drum and then marches to its completely original (and, of course, eventually seminal) beat. At any rate, we thought we should point out that Mrs. Prada was going pants-less in her collection a whole decade ago. Here, are a few of Prada’s greatest leggy hits, left to right, from Spring 2007, Spring 2000, Spring 2003, and Spring 2001.
Halston muse and pioneering black cover model Naomi Sims died Saturday, at 61. [NYT]
With the exodus of designers to London fashion week this fall, we’re not surprised that rumors are already percolating about who will fill their front rows. On tap for Topshop: Blake Lively, Taylor Momsen, Anne Hathaway, and Kate Bosworth, among others. Let’s hope they put in some face time at Bryant Park, too. [Grazia Daily]
Rest easy, Prada fans. The label’s loan has been extended until 2012, at which point they’ll need to pay back €450 million. Or, a whole lot of hip waders. [WWD]
Speaking of fall fashion, this season is shaping up to be sell-or-sink time for small fashion labels that have survived this far. No need to shop for your favorite young designers till you drop—perhaps just until you get slightly fatigued. [WWD]