I Can Like … Spell Punk … Can I Go To The Met Gala?

:::Sigh:::

I’m not sure who thought it would be a good idea to let Hollywood experiment with punk fashion … but umm … yeah.

I desperately wanted Debbie Harry and Patti Smith to show up and like break shit and give everyone the finger and scream a lot and then leave … but alas it didn’t happen. Instead we had to watch starlets awkwardly play around with punk .. which, quite frankly, was painful.

I’m in no way, shape or form “punk” … and I think it is an incredibly hard style to pull off … because punk wasn’t about the style. It just happened … the music made it all come to life. It wasn’t because a stylist said … “ooh studs! SOOOOO punk.” It was because they literally didn’t give a shit. These people … live to give a shit. They get PAID to give a shit. Hence why it doesn’t work. And yes, the Met Gala is about experimenting with fashion, paying homage to it and living out a real life costume ball … but perhaps let’s pick a theme more obtainable.

For the following things do NOT count as paying homage to punk.

1. An overly dramatic smoky eye … yawn.

2. Baroque print dresses … wrong movement there, lady

3. Feathered ball gowns … unless you murdered the bird before the Gala and stuck its feathers to your dress, then that counts.

4. Platinum blonde hair … perfectly styled … just for funsies … tee hee I like, always wanted to do it

5. Faux hawks … amateur

6. Dramatic trains … unless an actual psycho path ripped up the material in the back … doesn’t count

7. Sheer black ball gowns … nice try, slackers

8. Floral print … … … I will have nightmares about Kimye’s look though

9. High slits … not the Grammy’s … go home

10. Cut out dresses … too trendy, holmes

So I will leave you with this thought: Why wasn’t there more Alexander McQueen where there wasn’t Alexander McQueen. That guy is probably in the after life kicking and screaming like, “WHY AREN’T MY DRESSES REPRESENTED!!!!! PUNK! HELLO?!”

And now …

Punk

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Not punk.

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Punk.

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Not punk.

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Punk.

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The Best Of The Best Of The Best … 2011 Styley

The ball is about to drop kiddos, and I don’t know about you but I am welcoming 2012 with open arms. Hell, I might even make out with it a little bit … good riddens to ya 2011. But on that note, it has been a fabulous year for fashion and for this blog. So I would like to share with you what I like to call “The Best Of The Best Of The Best … 2011 Styley” list. The things that inspired me, the trends I loved, the trends I didn’t think I was going to love but did, the trends I wanted to punt … you get the gist.

So here it is ladies and gents, join me in bidding 2011 adieu.

Best Fashion Website:

The winner goes to Refiney29.com. I don’t even know how I stumbled upon it, but I live on it now. My favorite thing about the site is that they not only discuss trends, but supply these fabulous slide shows of where you can get the trends from $10 to $1,000. Genius. From cool new ways to wear a trend, to hangover cures, to cool artists who vomit paint onto a canvas, this site inspires me everyday … and has enhanced my wardrobe quite a bit.

Old School Trend I Didn’t Think I Would Ever Rock: 

The jean jacket. For the love of God, I thought I retired that nonsense back in the second grade, along with my bedazzler. But when I invested in a maxi skirt and had nothing respectable to wear with it besides a blazer, which made me look like a weird school marm, I drove myself to H&M and invest in a jean jacket. It was my go-to for everything maxi this summer. Sure, there were some days when I looked like Brenda Walsh from 90210, but it was a very stylish retro look that I couldn’t get enough of.

Style Stud Inspiration: 

Lady Gaga … I know I know, the woman looks like she gets dressed in a hurricane everyday and is wild and how could she EVER inspire my sense of style, blah blah blah. I’m not saying I’m walking about in nothing but a leather jacket, ripped fish nets, black and white hair and heelless boots, I’m absolutely not. But the reason she inspired me this year is her confidence with fashion. There are days when I stare at a leather skirt in my closet and wonder to myself, it is too much, is it too short, will I look like a hooker? When if it was her, it wouldn’t even be a thought. She loves fashion and she isn’t afraid to pull those crazytown couture looks off the runway, you know the ones that are only seen by like 20 people, while the rest of us are scared of them, and make them her own. We should all take a page from her book, think of how freeing it will be.

Favorite Accessory: 

I absolutely had a cuff addiction this year. Not just a cuff addiction but a cuff and big watch addiction. I didn’t really care about the necklaces or the rings or the other nonsense. But give me a sparkly or bold cuff and a menswear watch and I was in heaven. My wrists were very loved this year.

Favorite Store: 

I’m a Forever 21 and H&M girl at heart. But this year I had a secret love affair with Zara. I would drive my car into the city and literally wander around Zara for hours with piles and piles of clothes, allowing myself to try things on for “funsies.” And usually those were the things I fell in love with. From the color blocking, to the original dresses, I was in heaven. In fact, I’m going through withdrawal as I type.

Favorite Nail Polish:

Again, I’m usually an OPI girl, but a little sale and I started cheating on OPI with Butter. From the packaging to the colors themselves, they are fabulous and for some odd reason really make me feel special. I usually switch between black, nude, navy and red … but at the end of the day, my nails are usually red 85% of the time. I highly recommend Come To The Bed … it is my life. I’ve already gone through two bottles … I did the impossible, I finished 2 whole bottles of nail polish!

Biggest Trend Failure:

Tail hemlines. Ugh. I loved them, loved, loved, loved. So I invest in a sheer, pink (first fail) tail hemline skirt, thinking I could make it a little edgier with a pair of biker boots and a plain white T-shirt with a lot of bling. Instead I ended up looking like a cracked out ballerina. You know that scene from Ace Ventura when he goes to the loony bin wearing a tutu … yep, that was me. I got violently angry every time I tried to mold it into something fantastic. I even tried a tail hemline shirt, but ended up looking like I was going to Poison concert circa 1982 with my belly slightly exposed. Gross, I despise you.

Trend I Couldn’t Live Without: 

With the crazytown weather we had this summer, I would have been utterly lost without my maxi dresses. In fact, I am looking into long sleeve maxi dresses right now because, yes, I miss them that much. They were romantic, stylish and EASY. Sigh, how I miss them.

Over It:

I realize I may offend like half the female population when I say this, and for that I apologize, but I’m done with the whole longer top with leggings. Over. Done with it. It isn’t because it’s not chic, but because it is played out. You know when you hear the same song on the radio so much that the minute it comes on again you want to punt your radio? Well, that is how I feel about this trend. If only it was socially acceptable to wear leggings with anything … I would be a much happier person.

Favorite Shoe Designer: 

Jeffrey Campbell, hands down. Now, of course he doesn’t design “every day” shoes, but his vision and the fact that his shoes really are art make him my fav. I personally can’t wear his shoes because I would look tranny-rific, but if you are looking for a statement piece in your wardrobe, become one with Jeffrey. I do love going to visit them in the Nordstrom shoe department though.

Best Fashion Moment:

For me, it was absolutely the McQueen exhibit at the MET in NYC … the only time standing in line for four hours was SO beyond worth it. I hope some of you got a chance to see it, and for those of you who didn’t, well I hope it comes around again. It was so moving, so powerful and so beautiful, it literally moved me to tears.

So there ya have it. I mean obviously this isn’t every thing, but definitely the ones that stuck out the most. Hmm, I wonder what crazytown things we will end up wearing in 2012 for the sake of fashion.

 

 


 

 

 

“I Want To Empower Women. I Want People To Be Scared Of The Women I Dress” -Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty

There aren’t enough adjectives for me to describe how much I love New York City … there just aren’t. This weekend made me feel like ME again, and I don’t think too many places could do that … but I digress. There have been numerous tweets, articles and Facebook posts from fashion journalists describing their experience at the McQueen exhibit at the MET, so I thought little ol’ me would share my story.

I waited outside the building, in the heat, for what I want to say was a little over an hour, which wasn’t bad because it was beautiful out and there were street vendors selling some pretty great artwork. I had also never been to the MET so just the sheer magnitude of the building was mystifying to stand next to. So when I made it inside the building under two hours, I was secretly saying to myself, “what were those fools at NYMag.com complaining about.” Did anyone ever tell you karma is a bitch, because it is.

I paid my donation, which was a dollar … judge all you want, and got directed to another line with a sign in front of it that said, “Wait Time For McQueen: Savage Beauty, 3 hours.” So, CLEARLY they were just being silly, right? Please dear God just be kidding. Turns out the MET can do a lot of things, but joke is not one of them.

What happened to me within the 3 hour waiting in line span:

  • The line literally wrapped around the whole upstairs like a snake. When you thought it stopped, it didn’t. In fact in one section, you had to wrap around it TWICE. There was no end in sight. It was like a massive sea of strangers, drones, just waiting for something that I couldn’t help but think HAD to be amazing otherwise what the HELL were these people doing here. Not ALL of them could have such a high respect for fashion! And whenever there was a bench in sight to sit down on and take a break, the line of course moved. Bastard.
  • My feet started to hurt like I was wearing 6 inch pointed stiletto heels, when in reality I was wearing some fabulous Old Navy sandals, when the hell does that ever happen? I never sat for fear I wouldn’t get back up. No one did, it was crazytown.
  • The exhibit wrapped around a lot of ancient Japanese sculptures and artwork, along with several other ancient sculptures from different cultures, and throughout hour 2 1/2 I was to the point of hallucinations because I was pretty sure the sculptures were talking to me.
  • There was lots of very well-dressed people in line. Not like hipster, I’m trying too hard, “OMG I only wear couture,” or “I just bought every interesting floral dress I could find at F21,” kind of well-dressed, but a lot of interesting and well thought out looks that kept my eyes entertained. Who needs reading material?
  • Literally the wave broke out in line during hour 3. It was amazing. At least people were joyous and cracked out like I was because I did hear some fights broke out throughout the life span of the exhibit.
  • Hour 3 1/2 I was walking past a glass case and could have sworn one of the gold elephant sculptures from some tribe in India was a McQueen armadillo shoe. Hi cracked out central.
  • When it looked like the line ended, it didn’t and it was just a sign that said “45 more minutes.” Eff. At this point me and the person I went with decided McQueen himself DEFINITELY was inside the exhibit and was going to pop out and be like, “PSYCHE BITCHES, I’M NOT DEAD AND HERE IS MY LATEST COLLECTION,” along with like Anna Wintour, Sarah Burton and Lady Gaga standing behind him being like, “GOT YA,” and then when we left the exhibit we would get our minds erased “Men In Black Style.” The thoughts of a crazy person who had been standing in a line for WAY too long.
  • No one left the line. No one. I was waiting and secretly praying to Jesus that people would get annoyed and drop like flies. Nope. These New Yorkers man, stam-in-a, let me tell you.
And When I Made It To The Promise Land:
  • I was tired and miserable. The cracked out giggles faded, I no longer wanted to make small talk with the people around me in fact they were all driving me MAD at this point. I just wanted to see EFFING MCQUEEN GOD DAMMIT.
  • When the guard lifted the velvet rope for my group to go into the exhibit, I kind of wanted to hug and make out with him all at the same time, THAT is how happy I was.
  • The minute I laid eyes on the first two McQueen dresses, it all melted away. The exhaustion, hunger, frustration, anger, hallucinations … they were all gone when I read on the wall “I’m a romantic schizophrenic.” -Alexander McQueen. I remembered why I was there.
  • It took my breath away, call me unoriginal all you want, it freaking did. Everything. The room aesthetic, the clothes, the music, the quotes … everything made my mind shut the eff up. Nothing mattered at that point.
  • Parts of it were a little scary, but it was the kind of fright you saw and immediately the beauty was there to comfort and ease you. One room was like going into a couture haunted house. You could feel Alexander McQueen alive within the exhibit.
  • I got choked up. Literally, I do not cry over A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. There was a section where it looked like someone had punched a huge hole in a wall, and when you looked through it there was a hologram of Kate Moss floating in the most beautiful white McQueen dress. It was overwhelming to say the least. I love Kate Moss, but it just made me realize what a huge talent is missing in the fashion industry. Congrats McQueen, you got my eyes to produce actual tears.
  • Yes, I saw the Gaga look from Bad Romance up close and personal. The armadillo shoes, I would probably sell my soul to try one on, but I doubt that will ever happen. Unless you can make it happen, then please, be my guest … HAVE MY SOUL.
I’m not going to go on and on because words do not do this thing justice. It was SO worth the 4 hour wait and SO worth the pain and agony. I walked out of that exhibit at peace and almost like a soldier returning from fashion war. It was glorious. It was genius and it was EVERYTHING I love about the fashion industry.
Thank you to The Costume Institute, Andrew Bolton, the curator and genius and everyone else involved in producing such a mind-blowing exhibition of work.
And most of all, rest in peace Alexander McQueen.
Ps. The picture above was the only one I got to take, and I literally felt like James Bond doing it because all the guards were evil and bitching about NO PHOTOGRAPHY. Really dude? Nothing else in life exists like this and you expect me not to document? Cue Bond music and me taking a sneaky picture. MWAHAHA.

Leaving On A Jet Plane …

… okay maybe it is more like I’m hopping in my Chevy Cobalt and driving up the New Jersey Turnpike … but I feel like I just hit the jackpot on the Price is Right and won a new car or something … yes I am THAT excited to hike up the New Jersey Turnpike, judge away friends, because sometimes you just need to get the hell out of dodge and go on an adventure … and THAT is exactly what I’m doing.

So yes, I am taking a mini 2 1/2 day vacation (I’m pretty sure this doesn’t constitute a vacation, but it is much like wearing fake diamonds, if you believe hard enough that they are real, then so it is), or more like a research adventure for this here blog. Unfortunately that means I will not be posting again until Sunday, BUT if you dabble in the art of social networking, I will be live tweeting all of my adventures, so you can absolutely follow me @KEConcannon to see where the hell I am and what the hell I am doing (I just love staying connected).

So what the hell AM I doing?

1. Returning to my teenage years and seeing BRITNEY SPEARS! I saw her when I was 17 and cried because it was so amazing. She may be crazytown, but the girl rocks.

 

 

 

 

2. Cheating on my one true love Philly and heading into good ol’ Manhattan, my side piece. Hello lovah.

 

 

 

 

 

3. Walk walk, fashion baby … I will be going to MoMA for the first time to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit! EEEEEEE! First of all, as an art history minor in college, I’m a RIDICULOUS art nerd … so I may cry just being in this building. Ah, New York, art, fashion … does it get any better?

 

 

 

 

 

 

4.  Night out in NYC and reuniting with fantastic people who I’ve missed dearly.

 

 

 

 

 

5. Back to reality, probably with the “I need to move to NYC itch,” that I usually get after visiting.

See you Sunday!

Mmmm Fall …

We are in the fiery pits of summer hell right now people. I mean yay, summer, carefree, vacations … woo … but for real, having to function in over 90 degree heat everyday while trying to maintain a professional and chic look for work … I’m just over it. And as I got out of my car late the other night, I noticed a familiar breeze in the air with a twinge of a chill. Heaven can you hear me?

And with fall comes so many fabulous things to look forward to! Leaves changing, new fall wardrobes, the September issue of Vogue … NEW YORK CITY FASHION WEEK! And literally I am one of those freaks that considers the September issue of most magazines, W, Bazaar and Vogue mostly, as bibles. So when NYMag.com was awesome enough to give us a little sneak preview of the fabulous fall fashion ads from all the greatest designers, and after I stopped drooling all over my Macbook, I had to share with you the things that are making me survive these too hot to function summer days.

So behold the ads so far that I fancy the most and find fabulously bazaar featuring some of my most favorite designers and all the clothing I can’t really even afford to look at.

First of all it is Marc Jacobs. Second of all he is FINALLY making polka dots happen in such a major way. Who cares if a cracked out Helena Bonham Carter is his muse? Give me those gloves and that hat IMMEDIATELY.

Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld. This ad says nothing about the clothing, nothing about Chanel … in fact it kind of makes you want to go “what the eff,” but it is art and you have to bow down to it. Yes Lagerfeld, whatever you say master, I will dress like a mouse and hang outside of a photo booth as long as it is made by Chanel. What? You want to draw nonsensical words all over my face? Yes, master.

Alexander McQueen, God rest his soul and God bless Sarah Burton for kicking ass and taking names. These ads are so beyond powerful and disturbing. Due to the extreme success of the MoMA exhibit, I think we have to view the McQueen brand as art in fashion form. I could literally stare at these ads for days.

Tom Ford, this make up is tranny fierce, and I’m not even going to apologize for it. I was just thinking today about how I desperately need a striking, fire engine, come to bed red lip stick in my life. I’m also quite excited for all of these solid popping colors for the fall. Perhaps this is the fall where I don’t just wear minimalistic colors? I mean seriously, nothing is worse than people thinking they need to match the foliage outside … ick. Nope, just kidding, fall themed sweaters and turtlenecks … THAT would be the worst thing one could think of.

Holy lord, sign me up immediately for wearing proper hats in the fall. The idea makes my toes tingle, seriously. So Sportmax, I will literally take a piece of everything in this ad. But ladies, honestly, let’s make this hat trend happen. Come on, we made graphic tees, skinny jeans, neon sunglasses happen … we absolutely have the power to take it back to the 1920’s when women wore gloves, dresses, hats, and pants were a thing of shame. Men swooned and we looked damn hot. Ahh, the good ol’ days. Damn you Millennium.

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby … Until Aug. 7!

Due to an overwhelming interest in Savage Beauty, an exhibit dedicated to all of the genius behind Alexander McQueen and his collections, the Metropolitan Museum of Art has decided to extend the show until Aug. 7. Am I the only one that jumped in mid-air when I heard this? I mean it is FREE with museum admission!

A lot of designers claim that they think art and fashion go hand in hand, and as a art history minor myself, I have to think that a lot of them just like to take an old concept and put a new, trendy spin on it and spurt out buzz words to explain it to the general public of people who can never afford their clothes to begin with. And yes, maybe that is what fashion is all about, but McQueen literally took art that should have been on a canvas, a sculpture or even an installation and threw it on his runway … and I imagine in person it is only better and more breathtaking.

So ladies in Philly, as crazy as it may seem to dredge up to New York City in the middle of the stifling summer for one day to see one show at an art museum … this is one of those events where if you don’t go and you kill for fashion … you will regret it until the day you die. So wear minimal clothing, hop on the Bolt Bus (super clean, cheap and easy … my three most favorite things) and go see those armadillo pumps up close and personal.

Thank you McQueen for everything you have given the world of fashion. Here is to the summer of McQueen!