Hat & Vest - Boyfriend's Vintage, Shirt - Courtesy of OAK NYC's A. OK line, Shorts - Courtesy of StyleSofia, Socks - Courtesy of Ozone Socks, Boots - Vintage, Jewelry - Konstantino + Random, Sunglasses - Vintage from Flea Market, Bag - Army Surplus
You know what we haven't done in a while? Runway reviews, that's what. Without further adieu, I present for your consideration my 30-second ramblings regarding Resort 2012:
Acne, what do you even do? Like, I know I hear about you on the daily, but nobody ever sounds particularly excited about you. Fact: I have never once heard anyone say/blog/FB-status-update the equivalent of "ZOMG new Acne collection just blew my mind". But why not? I mean, you totally managed to capture my favorite parts of the '60s and '80s and blend them together into this smokin' nerdy-cool-girl thing. Lindsay Weir of Freaks & Geeks, why didn't you just go for this look instead and totally own your 4.2 GPA or whatever?
It's like the 1960s and 1970s had some sort of amazing Barbie-doll love child and named it California Poppy Sunshine Delight.
Anna Sui, every time I see your collections, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to just fall asleep on a couch in your parlor room, surrounded by mixed brocades and prints, with the sun shining in through the windows as your sheer patterned curtains lightly waft in the breeze. I think that when I woke up from my mid-day nap, you would probably offer me raspberry lemonade, and I would quite like that.
Helmut Lang, you know exactly how I want to dress when I have burnt myself out on vintage-y colorful garments and maybe just want to look austere and vaguely menacing for the day. Menace never looked so inviting.
Whenever I see a Marni collection, I just burst out in a fit of giggles, clapping uncontrollably (this type of behavior only occurs otherwise when David Duchovny appears on screen in front of me). There's just something so positively delightful about it all. How can you look at this and not be simply giddy over the sheer exuberance of it all? This collection makes me want to put hot rollers in the bottom half of my hair and lounge about the beach fully clothed and ride a vintage Schwinn cruiser up to a Dairy Queen outside window to order milkshakes.
I'm sorry Missoni, I can't really review this because I AM TOO BUSY TRYING TO CATCH MY BREATH. You literally took my breath away for a moment there. We can talk about this later, when my lungs have regained their ability to properly function and my fingers stop trembling (that's just something that happens when I am overwhelmed by pure awesomeness).
What a sight for sore eyes! Proenza Schouler, I have missed you so much. I don't know what strange shaky approximation of Proenza Schouler you've been for the past few seasons, but let me tell you, it is so nice to have you back!
Suno, you can do no...wrong. See what I did there? It kinda rhymed and stuff. What I like about Suno is that they manage to answer all of the questions I didn't even know that I had. For example, before I saw this collection, I didn't realize that I had been desperately wanting to look like my great grandmother's artistic interpretation of a parrot. Furthermore, I had no clue that for a very long while now, I have been madly craving a look that just screamed Little House on the Prairie meets Saved by the Bell. Thank you, Suno, for always being the best kind of nuts. You are like the girl with whom I always want to be friends, but by whom I am usually too intimidated to ever actually befriend.
Um, what? Really, Phillip Lim? You have officially broken my heart; this is the most disappointing thing I have ever seen. You should have just sent that white jacket in the middle down the runway on an otherwise naked girl because that's the only thing here that is exciting me. If you want to go steady, Spring better have a whole lot more crazy going on...and probably fewer gaucho pants. Who knows though, maybe by Spring I'll be totally into gaucho pants. I can't really predict these things.
Alexander Wang, you managed to produce three looks to which I am not thoroughly ambivalent. These babies are gold, but everything else was totally "meh" to me as per usual. You know, nothing wrong, nothing killer. Seriously, it's so strange being the only fashion blogger who doesn't freak out about Alexander Wang. If anyone out there wants to show me the light, by all means, explain away. I'd love to love you, baby.
EDIT: That's my dog. Her name is Mo-Dog and she is awesome.