"Fuck that shit, I wanna be her."

This little clip brought to us by Matthew Frost and Jalouse just makes me smile. Susie Bubble was not so amused, but you can't please everyone. More than anything, it's a cute (the word makes me wretch) little short. I've never been all that impressed by Ashley Smith just because she's a Lara Stone look-a-like, not unlike Georgia May Jagger. In any case, I've been converted ever so slightly. I think the last outfit and hair combination is lovely. The video itself compliments my impression of the magazine as a playful, slightly whimsical contribution to French fashion. Other than that, I don't have to much to say. I wish I had some polka dots.

Une Fille Comme Les Autres from Jalouse blog on Vimeo.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Tom Ford

I, for one, was quite excited about Tom Ford's comeback of sorts, though now it seems as though he's hiding in the background, though not by choice, I imagine. He's never been one to shy away from the camera. Not only is he devastatingly sexy, but he is exceedingly talented. Today I happily stumbled upon this video that coincided with his revered return. He speaks about personal style, his past, and film-making, among other things. I particularly appreciated him speaking about dressing extravagantly, as I hope to be one of the few that bring energy to the streets by my form of dress. But instead of rambling about myself or breaking down the video, I'll let the man speak for himself and simply hope to see more of him. Enjoy.

Style Forum Special from Music Guy on Vimeo.

I've probably posted it already, but this one's better.



Back to writing...

In the simplest of ways, Justin Wu knows how to make me smile.

Fall is coming.

Losing my Rocky Horror Picture Show virginity was one of the best moments of the beginning of my Freshman year. I can't wait for what this year brings.

Dancing Queens.

Lanvin ads always have a sense of life to them, much like the work Alber Elbaz does for the house itself. Last season, the campaign featured Iselin Steiro and Kinga Rajzak mid-catfight. The Fall campaign—shot by Steven Meisel—brings something more light, with Karen Elson and Raquel Zimmerman performing synchronized choreography. The result is as playful as the brightly colored and voluminous dresses pictured below. If the stills weren't enough, a campaign video has surfaced which shows the models (and male counterparts) dancing to Pitbull's "I Know You Want Me." The soundtrack choice brings me a smile for the simple fact that something mainstream won out over something indie. Any pretension is stripped once Pitbull's voice emerges. Quite simply, it's lighthearted fun that is undeniably refreshing. I hope you'll enjoy a couple stills and the video as much as I did. There's a lovely surprise at the end.







Photos via Fashion Gone Rogue

Bill Cunningham New York

It seems as if it's been ages since I last found my way into a dark theater to watch a film. I'm afraid that it's just one of the many facets of creative culture that has been less and less appreciated as the internet has expanded. Going out to the Harvard Exit last night was a nice change from my dark bedroom and the often random choices available on Netflix to watch instantly. It was certainly refreshingly atypical to a more expected Saturday night. My friend Cy and I went to see Bill Cunningham New York, the documentary about the esteemed New York Times street style photographer, who in his 80s, is still running around New York capturing beauty.

In the film (as in the trailer), Anna Wintour states, "We all get dressed for Bill," so it seemed appropriate that I honor the man with an expressive ensemble.

(Thrited faux fur, Proenza Schouler x J Brand Jeans, gifted belt, Jeffrey Campbell wedges)

The film itself was nothing short of moving. To see someone so dedicated to his work and so unaffected by the rest of the world is inspiring. I can't even fathom such a rigorous existence, entirely stripped of excess. He's quite an oddity among his often highly decorated subjects—duct-taping cheap rain-resistant ponchos when they rip, riding his bike constantly, living among fiel cabinets—but is respected nonetheless. A particularly humorous moment sees Bill talking to press registration at a fashion show when a superior grabs him and tells the unknowing employee/volunteer, "Please, he is the most important man on Earth." It's quite the statement, but his talent for story-telling justifies it. Unsurprisingly, the film is visually thrilling as well. Half the time I wished all the photographs that flashed across the screen went a bit slower. The various photo subjects interviewed provide a lovely sort of fantasy realm that Bill dutifully captures. I am not typically in awe of old men, but Mr. Cunningham has truly blown me away. His hunger for beauty and sense of self deserves the highest respect. Richard Press has captured this in a film that is as fascinating as it is heartbreaking, and as hilarious as it is galvanizing. This is a story I will hold dear to my heart for years to come.