Recovering from the crazy night last night that included polar bears, zebras, leopards and a lion (me) is the only thing I can possibly wish to do today. Face paint is so not a good idea. I've checked out the new season of ANTM on you tube (big lack of interesting girls this year!) and sadly watched Gossip Girl (awful awful awful!) but really in the back of my mind have been stirring the big pot of next season trends from the runways. Not a bad run so far, but we're not going to die of excitement at baggy shorts and alot of silk. But some stuff dodgy needs investigating, and I've conjured a list of trends I will most probably in turn contemplate, attempt, destroy and embrace. They'll pick at my brain until I throw them into an ebay search, buy bad second hand tat and feel a little smug until I realise no one will look that strange until at least April.
I can say I sported belly tops at the age of five on a beach somewhere but really they should stay in the blurry photos. I will seriously never wear anything that exposes my stomach; if I wanted to I'd buy a velour tracksuit which rides really low. And wear it with uggs just for the effect. But that's not going to happen is it!! Doo.ri kind of persuades me with the tight, matching skirt and top combo that almost looks like a dress but sports bra connotations just stick in my mind.
The second picture brings me to the whole sheer top/visible underwear thing that Sienna and Victoria tried and Susie Bubble totally worked and I hid in the corner for fear of rotten vegetable throwing. Where are these lands that people can just walk out in their bra and people nod and say 'Yes, what a fashion forward girl, she will go far in life,' not 'She is wearing her bra over her tshirt, call security.' I can see Bottega Veneta is being kind and giving the corset option which totally fits well with high, wide trousers, and Giles knows my mermaid fantasies of lying on the sand on a beach wearing the above mentioned belly top in the above mentioned blurry photos imagining I have a tail. Jill Stuart could show what are almost be high waisted shorts which would be fine with tights, but Doo.ri continues to laugh because Mr Chung doesn't have to wear his y-fronts under see-through trousers. And Helmut Lang is not my friend.
Now I love ruffles, give me more, give me excess of them (thanks Billy) But fringing. Hmmm. I gave the Prada fringed bag that Zara copied shifty looks and avoided the wild west, but trends like these always make me think of strange subjects, then I forget my prejudice and open my mind. I will say right now that I will probably be a fringe wearer by the end of the week, maybe even the next hour. The thought scares me, but we can wade in at the shallow end. Both Armani collections gave some light scarf tassells which channelled this boho-tec madness but Versace, and Zac Posen especially, are friendly and welcoming, rather like the look of the stew we have here on Thursdays. But once you taste it, it's not so appealing. What can I wear with fringing? Pucci and D&G copies could be obtained from a Turkish market or some kind of temple, but Gareth Pugh just had to push the S&M boat out again. The face hunter girl people keep coveting does show how fringing can be quite nice really, almost like a flapper dress, so I guess that's the road I'll head down.
Without jumping on the Christopher Kane bandwagon, I do admire the way each season he's like a little boy crayoning pictures of crazy monsters with five legs and stone washed tentacles with snakeskin eyes. So wrong... but so right? I really do have a bad case of fresher's flu! Not in a million years would I turn to stone wash denim, but I'm already biting my lip at the last second ready to bid on vintage Levi dresses. Why?! How?! On a second collection look he too sports the belly top. Is Anna Wintor massaging her temples right now, cursing his existence? I find no correlation between the posh Satorialist people heading to the shows with ripped denim and snakeskin chiffon? The world is mad. But we like mad. Snakeskin bag anyone?
Could the MaxMara house be secret Gerard Way fans?! The backstage photos appear to show pink eyeshadow but on the catwalk it looks red, and in no way am I a My Chem fan (I am ok, thank you!) I'm not too big on the eyeshadow anyway, and it's not like someone can say 'wow you're wearing eyeshadow today, totally channelling MaxMara there, good on you!'
I will say it again, Judy Garland is so actually ginger in the Wizard of Oz but rainbow will really not creep into my wardrobe. But glitter, I do like me a bit off glitter! My magpie senses are tingling. Expect a shiny rainbow version of every slinky silver smock on the high street. There's alot of rainbow glitter vintage dresses, but rainbow patterns, or harsh Pucci patterns in general, pain my eyes. At a 9am lecture maybe they would keep my awake though?
And last but not least, the height of the trends I may or may not try is smoking. At DSquared did they really think it was a good idea to start and end with Rihanna, thus gaining loads of publicity, and right before let Bruno Tenorio strut out with a fag in hand. Apparently their collection was based on party girls, but didn't they watch the first ANTM shoot which showed the horrible effects of smoking. Tyra might try and be the next Mother Teresa with the whole 'green' cycle too but the girl had a point!