Half of this year's most exhilarating song. The full-length track unspools in a more studied way, but this version still satisfies.
1. Menomena: Mines
2. Villagers: Becoming a Jackal
3. Titus Andronicus: The Monitor
4. Deerhunter: Halcyon Digest
5. Sharon Van Etten: Epic
6. The Walkmen: Lisbon
9. Joanna Newsom: Have One on Me
10. Local Natives: Gorilla Manor
Phillip Lim is my favorite fashion designer. I admit it now. This Pre-Fall 2011 collection has proven it. After a blog post signifying what I want high fashion to be in the form of a Seinfeld snapshot—shrunken coats, layered sweaters and scarves, darkened neutrals, quiet audacity—Phillip presents looks that mirror that resolute attitude.
While the collection is sizable, all the looks maintain this relaxed yet risky sophistication. Sharp shapes in beige-peach, pumpkin, and navy layer with cozy heather gray knits, taupe fur, and maple leather, animating what could have been outfits of lazy simplicity if not for Phillip's knack for spare American sportswear. Void of cheapening patterns, it is a curve of a hem, a clever weaving of fabrics, or a surprise fur cuff that revives a common shape with youthful, adorable formality. I've said it before—I want to be a 3.1 girl.
I bought these compact discs at Square Records this past weekend before seeing the newest Chronicles of Narnia film. This next weekend has in store a venture to the Cleveland Museum of Art followed by a stop at Music Saves and these two record stores' Holiday Get Down:
Thakoon has thousands of ideas, as is evident in this extensive, divergent Pre-Fall collection, which covers mainstay sportswear themes of the 1990s. Calvin Klein blank-page silhouettes in black and primary red, geometric-print column dresses, and once-modern asymmetric silk draping take turns in what is a disjointed series of conflicting images. What lacks is purposeful cohesion. Stovepipe trousers, paperbag-waist miniskirts, a printed pantsuit, and a full-length henley dress all appear in this series of 42 looks.
I watched Funny Girl with the family tonight. The secret of my secrets is that I want to sing—to belt with her ability and courage. Broadway is an indulgence for me and a passive love that I nurture only every so often.
As much as it pains me to see bare shins and sweaterless forearms in early December as I am forced to only wear the winterized portion of my wardrobe, the Pre-Fall compositions from Rag & Bone are no less appealing. They could be cohesively layered over thermaled legs and arms, shuffled under enrobing scarves.
Calf-length skirts and boatneck tops have reinforced my once failing affection—see their Spring 2011 collection for overexposed, overworked evidence—for the Rag & Bone team. The bookends of a cut yet informal floor-length skirt and a palette of dark chambray and black leather exhibit a fall-tinged aesthetic, which penetrates their most effortless moments. Once again I am struck by how these designers bring allure to stalwart American classics in a way that does not require checking the tags for brand names. The styling is so clearly Rag & Bone.