This photo was posted by the indie record label Jagjaguwar on their Facespace page recently and it makes me smile. Nirvana’s appearance on Saturday Night Live, September 25, 1993; I should submit it to awesome people hanging out together, no?
In other news, I have returned intact from Midwest Invasion: Summer 2K11 Edition. Perhaps the best trip home I’ve ever had, I’m now fully readjusted to the time change [I’m such a wuss when it comes to the that] and being alone again after a few days of intense “togetherness.” I can’t deny how much I miss my family, or the guilt I feel at moving so far away, but being right here right now here feels good. For the time being, at least.
We did take our traditional journey to the Indianapolis Museum of Art so I could nut out in the Fashion & Textiles exhibit hall. The current exhibition, Material World, left a lot to be desired; it was composed of many garments I’d seen multiple times before, which was pretty disappointing, but I also realize that not every show will please all patrons.
A few snaps from the exhibit:
In closing, two interesting reeds for you, both via New York Times online:
Nail Polish is the New Lipstick: no surprise here! Nails, FTW.
Married, With Infidelities: pretty long, but definitely worth it. Very thought-provoking for me as my views on relationships of all types evolve as I get older comma wiser.
Happy Fourth o’ July weekend everyone! Make sure to strike a patriotic pose in whatever you wear this holiday, even if it is an Old Navy American Flag t-shirt [insert year].
I have returned to Earth after the interstellar fashion orbit I was catapulted into last post. Phew! Am fighting feelings of silliness after my proclamation of “fame,” as I have not heard from madam Neat Sheet since the insta-contributer status she bestowed on me a few days ago. Sigh.. am hoping she is just hella bizzy with PDX Fashion Week and will be in touch once it is all over. I, however, have not been following PFW for a few reasons. Okay, for one big reason: MONEY. I suppose I could justify spending the $20-$30 per show (or $100 for Wed-Sun pass, I think) by breaking it down in terms of thismanycupsofcoffee, but really, I’d rather just not. Case closed.
I am currently enjoying a quite cozy perch at the tea cafe down the street. Getting out and not “going out” is perfect for this Friday. I am not so distracted as I am in #5 and I have just come up for air/the keyboard after getting lost in Paris Fashion Week shows that I’ve all but ignored until today [bad, bad fashion blogger!]. I still have so much to view so I am just going to muse about one perennial favorite for now. Ready, set, break it down!
Miu Miu: Welp, color me impressed, Miuccia! Ms. Prada has a special place in my heart due to her always innovative print advertisements. Her and her team are responsible for such dreamy images as the ones below, in addition to creating the “must have bag” season after season.
Her Miu Miu line, described by Wikipedia as the “high fashion brand from the Prada fashion house,” started in 1992. The Spring 2011 show is a vision in neon saturated silk, a pleated paradise, a shoe fetishist’s wet dream. I wish I knew more about fabrics and textiles so I could somewhat accurately describe what I’ve seen (as accurate as I can get via web images). Highlights for me were the uniquely adorned necklines and the SHOES. Now I am not a shoe freak, but OMG, every model had on a different pair of amazing heels! Electric green straps, lace up anklets, an updated take on the saddle shoes of my youth… just go look at the show, already! SWOON.
I do wonder what happens to those lovely clothes post-runway. Where do they live? Do they ever see a body other than that of the model who wears them for a hot trot down the catwalk? Questions!
I fear that my antsy nature prevents me from being as thorough a blogger as I could be, for I am about to jump out of my seat due to prolonged sitting. Sign off, I must.
Please visit NYT Fashion & Style for all the Spring 2011 goodness your little heart could desire.
Until next pose… keep it flashy and never more than juuuuust a bit trashy!