Yay! Girls who do make things teaching girls who’ve never made anything to make things that look like crap. Sounds rad! Just like Etsy’s bullshit craft nite. Some of us lived through well-meaning attempts to distress denim the first time around. It always looks exactly as cheesy and homemade as it is. In the words of a well-known knitwear consultant who we love dearly: “You made that, didn’t you?”
I seriously hope that running this workshop isn’t a first-time experience for the ladies who write the blogs hosting this event, but I expect it is. Hope they’re ready for the angst that comes from managing the frustration and tears when workshop participants inevitably discover in the course of trying to follow instructions that making beautiful things by hand really isn’t something that just anyone can do.
DIY? This is how it’s done, bitches.
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Learning things from Fabulon is awesome! Kiki de Montparnasse was an actual person (with an awesomely familiar haircut), rather than a mere sex shop with delusions of grandeur.
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Spring 2010 preview from the Viridi-anne (via Fashionisto)
If the gorgeousness of this preview is any indication, the rest of the collection will officially be to dirty for spring/summer. Almost as georgeously dirty as Sinner/Saint’s lone foray into production for the ill-fated Bête-Noire for S/S 2008 (which showed privately in 2007 — I can’t believe it’s been that long!).
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From a collection of the worst possible 33 1/3 titles (via jima). There’s another set here, but the only one that was funny in that set was Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, because the joke was so obvious. This one’s pretty much only funny to superfans of Heavenly Creatures or true crime weirdos.
xoxo c. hotpoint
Julius, Spring 2010
men.style.com has a pretty fair overview of reasonably accessible bleeding-edge menswear, as profiled in Safety Last. They cover Rick Owens, Julius, BLAAK (which I don’t care for), Juun.J and Odyn Vovk. This is good stuff. Meanwhile, Zana of Garbage Dress fame will be at both the Julius and Juun.J shows in Paris today, and it looks like she’ll be at Damir Doma too. Yeah, I’m pretty green with it.
In general, I don’t get a lot of joy out of S/S collections because I generally live in fear of sunshine and heat, but enough nice things come off the runways since stompfest kicked off in Milan that I’m getting excited about our next round of patterns. You know, the ones for next year. Meanwhile, both Cindy and I have to get the first group finalized for download and printing and hopefully get some ad coverage. This ≠ fun. There’s nothing like revisiting the mechanics of construction several months after the fact to make me absolutely sick of something that I was totally in love with just a few weeks ago when the photos came back.
BTW, does anyone want to buy a fine-sport weight knitting machine with a ribbing bed, lace carriage, color changer, KnitLeader, full set of tools and a small selection of craptacular commercial acrylic? It can be yours for $1000 if you come to Brooklyn to get it.
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La Snacks — Roman Yell
Austin, we miss you. And we’re jealous ‘cause La Snacks is so your next big thing. And those Woven Bones kids ain’t bad either!
xoxo c. hotpoint, who sometimes just doesn’t have enough fun at shows in NYC anymore
Patrick Wolf - Highline Ballroom 06/23/2009 (photo by Amanda Hatfield)
Yeah, he really is the prettiest boy on Earth.
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it’s coming.
Christ, what Mr. Hare does is gorgeous. Could a guy who buys the Orwell just call me, please? If the rest of the picture matches the shoes, I’m sure we can work things out.
Also, criminy YMFY, do you actually like this sweater? Are you interested in one that fits you and probably just you that is made out of a fiber that doesn’t pill like this one, or hang like a misshapen dishtowel? Seriously, let us know. We’ll build you one for a nominal fee if you don’t mind the pattern being available to the general public. (It would be a basic pattern, not your specifics.)
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Patrick Wolf - Highline Ballroom 06/23/2009 (photo by Devyn Manibo)
Last night’s show was mesmerizing, though miles away from the baby grand one-night-stand at Le Poisson Rouge a couple of months ago. Last night, ladies and gays, was a rock show, resplendent with glitter, leather and a piece of jewelry that brings a whole new meaning to “put a ring on it.”
Also: Even though they nearly cleared the floor, The Living Things might be our new sleazetastic flavor of the week. For about 20 minutes, it was 1973. In addition to our lovely selves + Madison, only the pretty tranny to our left seemed to enjoy the experience.
<3 pvb, who has a slight headache that she’s convinced is associated with the cloud of crack smoke she unwittingly walked through on 6th Ave near Christopher St.
Wallpaper’s Typeface Tart Cards
Tart cards are the means by which many London prostitutes advertise their services. Step into almost any central London phone box and you can contemplate up to 80 cards inviting you to be tied, teased, spanked or massaged.
Even if a police crackdown, the internet and the increasing use of mobile phones suggest their days are numbered, tart cards are still so pervasive they are now regarded as items of accidental art and have something of a cult following. Once on the periphery of design, tart cards have influenced the work of many mainstream artists such as Royal Academician Tom Phillips and Sex Pistols designer Ray and Nils Stevenson.
It was almost impossible to pick just one to feature; all are fantastic and thought-provoking. But, you know. I use Mrs. Eaves a lot …
xoxo c. hotpoint, hot type lover
