Kate Is Coming! Kate Is Coming!

CaptureIf you can’t tell by my Twitter, Instagram, Facebook … pretty much every day existence, I have an unnatural obsession with Kate Moss. And no, it is not because we share the same name, although that doesn’t hurt the situation. It is mostly because she was the “it girl” when I was falling head over heels for fashion … and one of the reasons why I wanted to do a pencil dive within the industry.

So with that being said … you can kind of imagine how thrilled I am about the Kate Moss for Topshop collection with Nordstrom happening THIS Wednesday. And by kind of thrilled, I mean this is one of those rare instances where I will wait in line to snag a piece and perhaps even smack a bitch for it. Yes. Smack. A. Bitch. And by smack a bitch I mean casually bump into another woman and then run away screaming like a little girl after apologizing thoroughly (I don’t get violent over fashion, neither should you … it’s not a good look).

If I had to describe this collection in one word, I would feel compelled to make up a word and say, “fringetastic.” And if it doesn’t scream, “FLORENCE WELCH, BUY ME!” I don’t know what does! Sometimes people forget that clothes should not only look smashing when you wear them, but should also move in a way that accentuates a woman’s curves in the best way possible. So thanks, Kate for recognizing this. In 86% of her Topshop collection, I just want to put on said garment and twirl. So if you see some freak twirling in a Nordstrom dressing room on Wednesday … yep, that will be me.

There are definitely more than a few pieces I’m obsessed with and need in my closet as soon as the clock strikes 12 on Wednesday, which I have outlined below in an effort to get you all just as excited as me. But I swear if you take my size, it’s on. Hell, let’s just rename Wednesday, Mossday. Who is with me?!

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Style Stud: Bow Down To Kate

supreme-kate-mossNo I’m not talking about myself … clearly. But I won’t stop you if you would like to anyways for funsies.

Even though I am a day late and a dollar short since her 40th birthday was yesterday, I had to give Style Stud of the week to my favorite model of all time, Kate Moss.

I adore her for so many reasons. Perhaps it is because she was such a large part of when I actually fell in love with fashion, which was during the 90’s … even though the fashion wasn’t THAT great. Or maybe it is the fact that the fashion industry blacklisted her for getting caught doing cocaine (even though, let’s be real, cocaine and the fashion industry are notoriously synonymous for the most part), only to wind up back in national campaigns for Burberry and David Yurman, to name a few, as well as strutting a Marc Jacobs runway smoking a cigarette. Smoking. A. Cigarette. On a runway. During fashion week. If that doesn’t say, “eff you, I’m back,” I don’t know what does.

I remember when I went to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Met a few years ago and there was this wall that had a huge hole through it, and when you looked into it you saw a hologram of Kate Moss in this beautiful flowing gown. It was so morbidly beautiful and powerful, I literally almost cried. Yes me, actual tears.

Listen, no matter what you think about her, the woman defines fashion. She makes me want to “Get the London Look” every single day.  She is an inspiration to my fashion writing and to so many others. And one day when I’m 40, I wish to stand in front of a enlarged photo of my 20-year-old self and know that I look so much hotter at 40 like she does.

Happy birthday, Kate.

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Life Is A Party, Let’s Get Out And Strut

Okay … so this is slightly embarrassing. And when I considered perhaps not writing about this topic for fear everyone would point and laugh, I then thought to myself … you really aren’t a true female, or male in some instances, until you’ve done this. From tomboys to Barbie dolls … you’ve thrown on your music of choice, stood in front of your mirror and danced around slash model walked like an idiot. Whether you were trying on outfits, just plain ol’ rockin’ out, or pretending you were Kate Moss (she’s my end all be all favorite model) … it has happened. Right? Nod your head because you know it has. So therefore, I’m not afraid to admit that I do slash have done this. Why? Because God dammit it feels good.

I’m, as I’m sure you are well aware if you’ve met me or read this blog in the past, that I’m absolutely obsessed with fashion shows. If I could park myself in the tents at Lincoln Center for the entire week, I literally would be in ecstasy. I would be a-okay with someone shooting me when it was all over because there would be absolutely no need to go on.  Why do I love it so much? No, it isn’t just the designer labels, fancy slash famous people running amok, or the clothing I couldn’t afford unless I sold my mother on the black market … no. I mean that shit is cool too … but for me, it’s the show, the energy, the big picture if you will. The lighting, the strutting and the music. Oh the music. And that takes me to my point (finally, I know).

I LOVE me some good strutting music. Life doesn’t get much better than when you get a chance to strut. I bet you are pulling a Carrie Bradshaw right now and saying to yourself, “Strut? Do I strut? Am I a strutter?” My answer to that question is EVERYONE is a strutter. EV-ER-Y-ONNNNEEE. Or if you don’t think you are, try it for the love of God. Throw on a pair of heels or not and get your Kate Moss, heroin chic look on. No, I’m not one of those fools that thinks she is totes model material. GOD no … the opposite if anything (I’m a realist for Christ sake). But I do like to practice for funsies.

And sometimes when I’m listening to my Pandora station that I could absolutely make out with throughout the day (yes, I’ve trained it to play exactly what I want), on my car rides home or just when I’m listening to my iTunes … I hear songs that spark a strut in me. So I’ve decided to compile a list of the best songs to strut to. So ladies and gents, if you’ve never cleared your room or living room and made a fake catwalk, this is your homework for the weekend. Close the blinds or do it after a few or a few too many cocktails … whatever pulls that strut out of you. Enjoy, be free, pull out the inner model in you because, well, “YOLO” as the kids are saying these days.

I’m telling you. EVERYONE needs to have a mental fashion show once or twice in their lifetime. And here are some strutspiration songs that will rip it out of you, ahem:

1. Superstition by Stevie Wonder

2. Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

3. So Happy I Could Die by Lady Gaga

4. Stayin Alive by the Beegees (Duh)

5. Bittersweet Faith by Bitter:Sweet

6. Lonely Boy or Howlin’ for You by the Black Keys

7. Hands in the Dark by the Chromatics

8. Vogue by Madonna (Duh)

9. I Remember by Kaskade and Dead Mau5

10. Evil Woman by ELO

11. Shining Star by Earth Wind and Fire

12. Epoca by Gotan Project (If I ever have a fashion show, this will be the song, I don’t care if it was in a Tide commercial or something like that )

13. Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

14. Hella Good by No Doubt

15. Son of a Gun by Janet Jackson

16. What We Talkin’ About by Jay-z

17. Shadowplay by The Killers (I realize Joy Division originally sang this, just to be clear)

18. Are You Gonna Go My Way by Lenny Kravitz

19. Midnight City by M83

20. Cosmopole by Cantoma