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Vogue’s September issue: another reason to love Beyoncé

The decadence the cover photo exudes does feel a touch nostalgic.  It is daring to eschew the stark minimalism which is so clearly preferred today (see Michelle Williams’ Vanity Fair September issue look).  Pricey photo shoots with elaborate sets in exotic locations no longer seem strictly necessary to sell clothing and capture an audience—we are captured plenty by Instagram. And our quotidian dress is following suit adhering to practical principles, embracing comfort and functionality, stripped of the frilly, fussy and flowery like we see in the editorials of Vogue.  


Reminiscing on the legacy of Kate Spade 

She towed the line between multiple aesthetics: preppy with a girlish tilt, serious careerist with a bit of whimsy, an uptown penchant for glamour with a downtown propensity for daring. In stark contrast from the entrepreneurs who look out and seek to replicate what is already in the world, Kate Spade demonstrated an ability to envision and invent an entire world all her own—one in which whose story is told through the medium of dress. Such originality is a mark of any true designer or artist.  

Zadie Smith wears Prada well

Miuccia Prada.  We love her. She seems to be the only designer who can flout conventionally pretty attire and yet somehow still be entirely commercially marketable.  We adore her quirky color palette, the zany curvature of her heels which have become her trademark along with her low-slung slouchy disproportionate silhouettes—an architectural anomaly that still manages to flatter the female form. It is part of the juxtaposed appeal of Prada, a world where eccentricities do not diminish the fact of being bona-fide power-player of an adult. 

Is there hope in Instagram for fashion?

Because fashion in truth is an intimate subject.  To get a glimpse of one’s clothing is also to peer into the life of the person wearing it—to behold the pills that gather from years of wear on an old sweater, or to catch the scent of another on a rumpled tee-shirt is an oddly intimate act.